Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 93



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Episode 93. Selection and Tyranny 3

Have you noticed? This world seems very different, but it’s not that different from Earth.

That is because the mathematics is the same even though many things, such as the constituent materials and natural laws, are different.

In other words, the mathematical theory of Earth works perfectly in this world. The mathematical theory of this world is also exactly the same as that of Earth.

In fact, to be more precise, it is precisely in this world that I am showing you.

There are many worlds built on other mathematical logics, but they are truly bizarre worlds that are too difficult for Homo sapiens to understand.

Mathematics is not just about counting and adding numbers. It is a discipline that deals with areas that are logically feasible.

Something that is proven. Something that no one can refute. Even the incompleteness of the mathematical system has been proven, but isn’t it the beauty of mathematics that even that can be proven?

Some people disparage it as being of no use, but thanks to mathematics, people have developed economies, created calendars, created laws with logical propositions, and grown, produced, and died according to the laws established on the basis of those theories.

Math doesn’t help us. It’s just always been there and we just figure it out.

They are beings born in such places.

They were born from the principles that created the universe, from trivial common sense, from axioms that everyone accepts and passes over, and from the number system that exists through them.

And those who, with only consciousness existing without matter, explore themselves, divide themselves, become higher beings, and soon have a self beyond will, a desire beyond self, a longing beyond desire.

They claim to tell us the truth about the universe, but in reality they only tell us mathematical facts.

They say they only tell mathematical facts, but in fact they hide the truth of the universe.

I want to know more. I want to prove it more perfectly. I want to understand the foundation of the world, its principles.

Those beings who best meet such aspirations are… … .

In this world, the power it handles is called magic.

It is swept away by the boundless universe and the torrent of knowledge it offers.

For someone who only knew high school level geometry at best, this is an incredibly high-level concept.

For those who have only realized positive numbers, natural numbers, and fractions at best, the literal higher-dimensional concepts of imaginary numbers, the plane beyond the vertical line, and even further, quaternions and decimal points are thrust upon them.

In this day and age, knowledge that was impossible to even figure out, and even in later generations, it was so difficult that even if one person proved it, others could not even verify what the person had studied and proven, so they had to learn from that person and barely refute it with the ultimate theories they eventually figured out. These theories momentarily tormented her.

A plethora of formulas pass by, even to the mathematicians of Earth who have gone mad trying to prove them. Concepts that she cannot understand but wants to understand flash by, causing her delusions.

Her knowledge, which was merely somewhat superior, required nothing more than a sheer, enormous will and vitality to accept it.

In return for staring into the higher dimensional space, her body withers and twists. Her body, which was obviously fat, is eaten up by the energy.

I can’t even scream. It croaks and sucks away my will.

Her will, desire, knowledge, and accumulated celestial magic that had been hypertrophied as she gazed at the stars, greedily sucked it up even to show this brief spectacle.

And when she could no longer show it, she was finally able to get out of that space.

Phew!

She rolled on the floor without even being able to scream. Luckily, there was something on the floor, like water, to act as a cushion, so she barely survived.

“Are you okay? Are you okay?”

And it speaks in a gentle voice. Diman Chaun staggers to his feet.

My body feels heavy.

In fact, she has become lighter. Her body, which was once the fattest of all the Daton mixed races, is now so thin that it could not have been any thinner.

The light in his eyes has almost disappeared. This means that all the magical power in his body has been sucked out.

She sits down in her chair, dizzy from the exhaustion of her magical powers, wheezing and weak-willed.

She just sits there blankly.

Then it opened its mouth.

“There will be heavy rain in 26 days.”

“Oh. In this season.”

“There will be a great drought in 3868 days.”

“We need to expand the reservoir. The river will dry up.”

“The storm will come in 322 days.”

“So? Then we should prepare.”

“It will rain in 177 days.”

It just kept mumbling incessantly, as if it was born to tell the weather. Iral Tataï listened and then said:

“I see. Even without a calendar, if you know when it will rain and when it will stop, you can easily make up for it.”

“188 days from now it will be clear.”

“So that’s how you figured it out. Hmm. The accuracy must be amazing. If you can read the movements of the celestial bodies, you can read the weather.”

“1777 days later, there will be lightning in the west. There will be a major forest fire.”

“Oh. Diman Chaun. How noble. He has lost everything he has, including his humanity, his desire for mathematics, and his memories. All he has left is to forecast the weather so that his people can live better.”

“I don’t know about 30,000 days from now. I don’t know about 29,999 days from now. I don’t know about 29,088 days from now.”

“It’s okay. I’ve come to ‘understand’ you a little more. Maybe I wasn’t up to the task at your level. It’s really okay. I tested you once, so I’ll be able to do better next time.”

“It will rain in 1569 days.”

“Then, my friend, don’t worry. There is a successor. Someone as smart as you, as kind, as loyal to me, and… …as passionate.”

Iral Tatay whispers. To continue the great work she had been trying to accomplish for her loved ones. It is the most important value in Datang.

Even if one person falls, breaks, or even ceases to be human, that will continues endlessly.

So what if that thing isn’t a human, but a spirit, or maybe not even a spirit?

It is important that the will continues.

“I will die in 788 days.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you have a nice funeral. That’s my job.”

In this way, the first Diman Chaun died 788 days later, just as he had prophesied, with all the fragments of his will left behind without a trace.

Although he is physically alive, his mind is broken and he is considered dead, so Iral Tatay buries him.

That’s okay though! We’ve accomplished a great deal in that short period of time. That’s about 10 years’ worth of weather information.

Since it is impossible for humans to change the weather, the forecast is 100% accurate. People praise the mystery of magic and find out that all these observatories and efforts were meaningful.

Also, through his agricultural and social efficiency development, and through his excellent military operation forecast, the countries of the Osolazora North. The Gulmuths are now united under the name of ‘Diman’. ‘Dimanang’ is the name of this area now.

It took some time, but the feat was successful. Diman Chaun will be pleased.

“I’m going to die in seven days. The weather is clear.”

“I’m going to die in six days. The weather is clear.”

“I’m going to die in five days. The weather is clear.”

“I’m going to die in four days. The weather is clear.”

“I’m going to die in three days. The weather is clear.”

“I’m going to die in two days. The weather is clear.”

“I’m going to die in a day. The weather is clear.”

“I’m going to die in 60 hours.”

“I will die in 59 hours.”

“I will die in 58 hours.”

“I’m going to die in an hour.”

“I will die in 58 minutes. I will die in 57 minutes. I will die in 56 minutes. I will die in 55 minutes. I will die in 54 minutes. I will die in 53 minutes.”

… …

“I’m going to die in a minute. I’m going to die now. I don’t want to die.”

Iral Tata, who has been watching all the time zones since she stopped talking about the weather at all, says.

“Oh. You didn’t want to die. That feeling still remained. Don’t be too sad. That’s how it is for everyone. The end of those who fail to become Minnirun is all similar. You told me.”

The weather was clear that day.

Although the first Diman Chaun was still breathing, his lost body was given a proper funeral by Iral Tatay in the Datang style.

Iral Tatay tells the entire Dimanang the story of Diman Chaun, who left a record for the world before he died.

The nobles of each region mourn the great Gulmun, the great Diman Chaun with her visionary powers, and the decline and death caused by her greed.

And once she had chosen her son, who was also a wizard, as the successor to Diman Chaun, no one questioned that choice.

Except for the parties involved.

“I haven’t seen my mother’s face for decades. Couldn’t I show her my face one last time?”

“Oh. I’ll show you. Find out where your mother’s face is.”

Unfortunately, despite Iral Tatay’s warnings, the second generation Diman Chaun did the same thing his mother did and ended up dying.

The noble three great demons, Chaundo.

There are four of them.

Five major ones.

In less than a year, all five generations died.

That’s why the 6th Diman Chaun was chosen and went to Iral Tata.

“Good to meet you. I hope you aren’t being too greedy. Diman Chaun. Everyone was desperate to obtain the powerful mysteries.”

“… … Where are my brothers?”

Iral Tata smiles kindly.

“Do you want to see where it is?”

“……no.”

“Right? Okay. Look at the sky. And I’ll teach you something new. Don’t worry. I just want to teach you. I just want to get to know you.”

Thus begins the work of reading the weather and making a calendar. The 6th Diman Chaun is so reverent towards Iral Tatay that he does not disobey his words and faithfully follows the knowledge he teaches.

And time passed.

Since wizards had to diligently read the sky, there were towers all over the world for viewing the sky. And astronomical observatories built on high mountains became the origin of magic towers.

Later wizards would get annoyed and ask why these damned magic towers were only built on mountains, but there was a reason.

So, the first Diman Chaun became the progenitor of the Datang magicians. Iral Tatai, who accompanied the magicians by her side, became the symbol of the Datang magicians.

In particular, mathematicians, philosophers, and those who deal with metaphysics are all grouped into a class called ‘Yuppies’ and follow the first school of magicians, Mainiran Mana.

And this Dimanang becomes a country that is very famous for magic.

So, after the 6th Diman Chaun finally perfected the method of making calendars and was naturally promoted to Mainirun, All Chaun personally invited Diman Chaun, the leader of Dimanang, and his spirit beast, Iral Tatai, to Mainirun and recognized her rights.

It didn’t take long. Just meet him the next time you visit Daesurim.

About this meeting, Ol Chaun had no thoughts, Gulmung had no thoughts, Diman Chaun should have no thoughts, and Iral Tatay had many thoughts.

It licked its lips greedily and delved into the river, thinking of the countless things it could do to welcome that great All-Chan.

And the moment we met, everything turned upside down.

All of the Chaun and Gulmoon had a lot of thoughts, Diman Chaun had to think about anything, and Iral Tatay lost all of his thoughts.

Truly, something that no one could have imagined happened.