Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 65



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Episode 65. Genius of War 2

I don’t know what the new mystery is that Darida has.

But I do know how the new mystery came about.

“We challenged something that everyone thought was necessary but impossible.”

“There was a time when All Chaun had to make fire by rubbing branches together, but he succeeded in taming and communicating with fire.”

“Manum Lapang succeeded in transferring the power of the moon in the sky to the earth.”

“Castle Laurent has discovered the very method of creating new spirits······.”

“Only Paron Echacado created animal spirits that already existed, but this was the first time he had communication with such a ferocious creature as a leopard.”

Thinking about it that way, there was only one thing I wanted to do right now.

“My body is aging. It will probably age even more. All the Datons, Barks, and Erins. In the end, they will grow old and die······.”

“Only Mainiran is exempt from it. Neither Erin’s hero nor Bark’s hero can stop aging, even if they live long.”

So here’s the question. I think Darida.

“Getting old means the body becomes weak.”

“Spiritualism is powerful, and spirit water is definitely powerful.”

“But······. Yes. It’s just a strong body with a spirit added to it. An elephant is strong even without the power of a spirit, and it’s just stronger when the power of a spirit is added to the strength of an elephant.”

“Isn’t it possible to strengthen the human body itself without borrowing the ‘power of the spirit’?”

The common idea of ​​’Why can’t we put a spirit in a human body and make it a human spirit creature?’ has all failed, by the way.

Because the human ego and mental power are much stronger than those of animals, and because the human mind is eroded by the spirit mind, I could not possibly think of myself as the same person as before.

There may be a way to do this, but as of now there is no way.

Darida studies the subject of strengthening the body. If not the power of the spirits, then ‘magic power’.

But there was a problem with magic. Magic didn’t really make the body stronger.

To them, magic pressure is like the concentration of oxygen in the atmosphere. It can weaken as the concentration of oxygen in the atmosphere changes, but it can never be healthier than the state of maximum health.

It is not some mystical power that can accomplish anything. To them, magic power and magic pressure were like that.

But Darida knew at least two things: that her body could be strengthened with magical powers.

“When the Bark tribe’s magical power pressure is high, their metabolism becomes more active and they become stronger. Speed, strength, reflexes, digestion, recovery… However, this is nothing more than time passing more quickly when magical power pressure is high… It just makes them age faster, so I think it would be better to get rid of this.”

Although she was of the same race, her body and constitution did not suit the Bark tribe.

“Second, there are the Iyakans. The Iyakan’s dragon heart soldiers, and the dragon tribe accumulate excessive magical power in the dragon hearts they hold within their bodies, and use them to contain mysteries. The dragon heart soldiers’ scales are impervious to swords, and they don’t break even when struck with a hammer, and even if their bodies are injured, they quickly regenerate. In addition, they deal with mysteries, although in a different form······.”

She doesn’t know if the dragon heart patients live long, but she focused on this part.

So isn’t there some way to strengthen the body by directly using magic power?

“If I could create a dragon mind inside of Daton’s body······! So, if I could embrace spirits and handle mysteries inside my body instead of ‘outside’······!”

Darida has set her sights on a goal. She is determined to devote the rest of her life to this subject.

After a while, I heard that Darida had gone crazy.

It wasn’t that she was crazy. Darida just wanted to learn more about Iyakan and dragons. She volunteered to go to the front lines and fight Iyakans and dragons, and dismember their bodies.

“hmm······.”

“Are you planning to eat it?”

“Oh, no, do you want to eat Iyakan? People don’t eat it.”

And as she continues to study the Iyakan and the dragons, she realizes that their methods do not apply to her.

That’s what she realized around the age of 50, she was looking for something more human-like.

“Birds are also hexapods. They have gallstones in their bodies that store magical power.”

“Even ostriches and small birds store magical power inside their bodies. And they use it.”

“Birds are relatives of dragons. Birds that fly around the world, live anywhere, and adapt to anything. Small, big, walk, fly, bite······.”

“I want to be a bird. If every minefield has a symbol, then my symbol should be a bird.”

There were rumors that Darida had gone completely mad. It was said that he had become so mad from old age that he wandered about the fields and lived in the forest with birds, just like them.

“Poor legs. But he was once a great genius······.”

“All those who fail to become a mine runner end up like that.”

She did not yield to such external gaze. Instead, she continued her research on moving the magical power within her body by will, accumulating it within her body like birds, and then circulating it again within her body.

It is truly a path that no one has ever reached. This genius took on the challenge of a path that no one dared to walk, simply because it seemed possible.

Throughout the history of Datang, thousands, tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands of people have done such crazy things, but have fallen without achieving any results. Darida’s story will likely remain as one of those pitiful stories.

Another ten years have passed.

Her brown skin has developed dark spots. She is now unable to bear children. Her skin is wrinkled, her muscles are thin, and her breasts are saggy. When she is hungry, she eats fruit from trees and eats bugs.

She has aged miserably. Everyone looks at her with pity at the numerous medals she still wears.

“What a crazy leg······. How pitiful.”

“They think that if they live like that, they can stay young. They say that people can become birds.”

“Hmm. I can’t deny that I can’t do it, but still······.”

It’s impossible. Everyone thinks so.

Others build her a home, leave her alone so she can concentrate, and bring her food for the once great hero.

However, Darida’s spirit was clear. When others felt sorry for her, she endured and practiced.

And then he mutters to himself in a situation where no one is talking to him.

“They can store their courage separately within their bodies. That’s how they evolved.”

“I can’t do that. So I’ll put it in the strongest and most wonderful organ in my body.”

“Always beating, the strongest muscle in this aged body. My heart······!”

“I condense the magic power into my heart.”

“And the blood vessels. They connect my heart and blood vessels, transmitting magical power to every corner of my body.”

“No······. It’s not magic. What I need to embrace now is the essential energy of life.”

“The very life force that creates by eating, breathing, excreting waste, and accumulating magical power.”

“Qi. Yes. I am building up Qi now.”

It’s been quite some time since I realized the meaning of qi. It’s been over twenty years.

And for the rest of my life, I studied birds, working on how to harness their energy, and improving my breathing techniques.

She is approaching 100 years of age. Death is near, but she doesn’t care. She is focused on this one thing.

One day. It happened naturally. As usual, one day, a Daton came to visit the poor Darida.

“Hey, miss. Have you seen the old man here?”

“Huh.”

“?”

“It’s here.”

“Oh, no way······! Oh my god!”

She became young without having to become a main runner. The fake dragon heart that she succeeded in forming in her body. The energy and blood inside her body that moves it, and the thousands and tens of thousands of efforts that connected life from that energy and blood to the blood channels. And the process.

In the eastern Tocha tribe, those who do so are said to have accumulated internal energy in their dantian.

Daton was 2,000 years earlier than when the first Tocha tribe created the Danjeon and perfected the Naegongyeon method. (This is also the point where the Tocha tribe distorted history greatly in later generations.)

She is the first in history to reach the level of a so-called ‘hermit’. This is not because her level is high and she succeeded in reversing the cycle, but rather because the genes that give life to Daton’s blood have awakened early.

“I came up with this technique by looking at birds, so I will call it the Bird Mind Practice.”

And when she appeared before Mainilun with pride, Ol Chaun was moved and gathered tens of thousands of people.

Daton’s applause as she encounters the one and only mystery in this world of becoming young without becoming a mine run elevates her to the great being called mine run.

“No other name is needed. Giriwang Darida! You are our eighth Mainnirun! All military and Giruaks. And I will leave the training, tactics, and the mystery of internal energy to you!”

She takes on new disciples again. She trains the Datons with strong and disciplined bodies in careful training, and with the help of Castel Loran and others, she continues to create and develop new martial arts.

The sports competition continues. In order to win the Giruak, those who have not learned the careful training method will not dare to win.

If there was a downside, it was that Daton would not be able to use spirit magic if he learned this technique, but since he had a strong body and could move like a bird, it was a technique worth learning.

It was the 450th anniversary of the formation of the Shuzoru Alliance. 200 years have passed since then.

Meanwhile, the Shuzoru Alliance subdues Seiwamuyu and succeeds in unifying the southern region. The southern region, which is as large as Datang, causes a ‘rebellion’ in the south.

Their intention is not to drive out Datang this time, but to swallow it up.

“Ha! Those Patchar guys are crazy! King Giri. Are you ready?”

“Of course. We have a million soldiers trained for such a situation, and we can more than subdue them.”

“Get down! And show that our Datang is the strongest nation in the world!”

Datang laughs at the rebellion of the Shuzor Alliance. They have not neglected their military or tactical training over the years. They have also become much more advanced than they were back then.

The Borin tribe now lives in Datang, and can even hold off the Borin tribe’s mass offensive that was previously helpless.

First of all, there is also a main run called Giriwang.

She was a genius, and still displays her genius, remaining a great military leader of Datang.

Okay. Then there’s no need to hesitate. Let’s just destroy that Shujor Alliance that still doesn’t know its place.

Well, war shouldn’t be fought with this kind of mindset······.

“Kiriwang Darida. He was a great general. I admit it. He is the greatest general in Datang history.”

A Patchar man mutters as Darida’s eyes stare straight at him.

“They say you were a genius from birth. They say you were the greatest genius in the history of Datang. Everyone praised you and envied your skills. They say you created martial arts when your body was declining and even achieved the great position of Mainniren through your own efforts. They say you are called a ‘sage.’”

Darida simply glared at him fiercely.

“A genius······. The greatest human among humans, someone with a talent bestowed by the heavens. But you know what? In Seiwamuyu, we believe in ‘gods’. Beings that transcend humans. Not humans. The greatest dragons among dragons. They think that’s a god.”

“······.”

“I think that’s nonsense. Right? If such a great being were protecting that country, why would they lose? Right? So if there is such a thing as a god, it wouldn’t be like that. If it were truly called a god, it would be a truly great being. A being that even the greatest beings cannot compare to. An ultimate being. A living god. A real sage god······. Ah. That’s what you call Ol Chaun. If you put it that way, then a ‘sage’ is of a lower rank than a ‘sage god.’”

And then, as if he had something to look forward to, the Patchar lifts up her severed head, still wide-eyed, and throws it away. The head that has been separated from the torso.

“So it’s only natural that you lose. You’re just a mere Mineniran, the greatest human being.”

His name is not known.

He was simply ‘Liwaduwan’. Liwa of the Patchar tribe meant warlord, war leader, and Duwan was the word added after that. Translated.

“People······. cannot defeat God.”

The god of war.

He is beyond the ability to be evaluated as excellent, his qualities are simply unfathomable, and he cannot be compared to the greatest ‘comprehensible genius’ or ‘human being who surpasses humans’ in history.

He is war itself in human form.

He is the final opponent in a thousand-year struggle.