Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 94



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Episode 94. Selection and Tyranny 4

Due to the worship of the hybrid Datons for their predictions and predictions of the future, Diman Chaun became the Mainiron.

However, as he was the first person in history to become a Minenirun outside of Dator, it took some formalities to be truly recognized.

This is an event where you can meet the all-rounders, receive recognition in person, and receive cheers from the central Daetons.

The giant six-legged crocodile Iral Tatai swims with the six great Diman Chauns on his back, carrying a palanquin. The target is the Great Forest. The Iral River has now spread out so widely that it can be transported anywhere in the North Olsojora.

The one riding on his back is the ruler of Dimanang. He is a magician who has refined the magic discovered and developed by his predecessors to a very high level, and he is the 6th generation Diman Chaun who created a calendar that reads the weather and predicts the future by looking at the movements of celestial bodies. In fact, it might be more correct to say 2nd generation.

In any case, rather than reading the calendar of the Datang period, it is more like a book of prophecy that accurately predicts what will happen in the future, and even if it is something like that, it is still functional as a calendar.

It is a feat, in any case, to have created a ‘method’ that can be used universally and anywhere, except that, unlike the Tocha, it is not something that produces a regular cycle, but rather a new calendar that must be created each year to reflect the movements of celestial bodies.

Iral Tata speaks kindly as we swim quickly down the river.

“Deman Chaun. Finally, I’m getting recognition as a Mainnirun.”

“okay…….”

The 6th Diman Chaun had a complicated feeling. Was it right to have this and the All Chaun meet?

“Oh my, aren’t you happy?”

“I’m happy. I’m happy, but I’m not sure.”

“Now we’re going to put an astronomical observatory in Datang, too. We also need a celestial map of the southern region. What can we do with all that information?”

‘Yeah. What on earth can you do?’

‘What on earth are you trying to do?’

Diman Chaun held back his urge to rebel, perhaps because he feared that an accident might occur during the journey and that he might die.

She doesn’t know what ‘this’ is, but she knows that it’s not a spirit beast. And it’s definitely not a spirit beast that’s become a saint.

But as always, Iral Tata speaks only of bizarrely common sense.

“It’s not bright now, so it’s not good to see. Be polite when you meet this guy.”

“okay…….”

Diman Chaun had no idea. To be honest, this is scarier than the all-out Chaun.

I didn’t really feel like that great being was my ancestor, and I wondered what the point of becoming a main character would be if I couldn’t escape from it.

But they entered the Great Forest, and from then on the festival began.

Every time I swam across the river, the mixed-blood Datons and Gigaads gathered around me and welcomed me with welcoming songs, dances, and flower petals.

And the end. We reached the World Tree. It is the palace of the Osozoin Gulmyeong, where even the nobles of the forest cannot enter.

“Look. It’s like the universe has opened up.”

“… … .”

“It’s a really beautiful tree. Isn’t it?”

I don’t know if this is truly understanding beauty, but I like it anyway.

As the six-legged crocodile crawled out of the water onto land, the flowers bloomed once again and praised the great one.

“The master of the Great Forest, Osozouin Gulmyeong, has come out!”

Osozoin Gulmung appears without a second thought, riding his wooden scorpion. I had to go to some trouble to make it much larger than Iral Tatai so as not to lose its majesty.

Diman Chaun smiles awkwardly at her. For one thing, she is someone he considers his ancestor. Fortunately or unfortunately, the anxiety he feels is not conveyed.

“And the great leaders of Datang! Ol Chaun and Datang Oram are coming out!”

As always, the all-rounder, wearing flashy pants, a bare top, and a datang oram on top of his head to represent his blazing hair, comes out in a palanquin carried by Onlu Dobang.

Before it appeared, its appearance was completely hidden, but the moment it appeared, the light and heat of the Datang Oram illuminated all directions, a kind of production… … .

“$&^@$#%&@$!!!”

A roar from something barely human erupted.

In fact, it wasn’t even a real human scream.

Because it was a scream from Iral Tata. Diman Chaun was startled and thought that this guy was finally using an evil trick, and tried to resist somehow, but Iral Tata saw ‘that’ and jumped into the river he had crawled up from.

“What? Why is he like that?”

“Goooooo?”

All of this was just a bit embarrassing. Are there people in Datang who don’t know what they look like? I don’t think it’s that surprising…

Diman Chaun was simply bewildered by this action.

“Why, why? Tatay?”

“Eww! Eww!”

“Calm down! What the hell are you being rude about?! You were the one who told me to be polite!”

I never thought I would say something like that.

Tatay is almost buried in the river, with only his eyes exposed, looking at Ol Chaun and Datang Oram.

Diman Chaun was really surprised, because he had never seen Tata so surprised before.

“Hey, what is that?”

But Irral Tatay was probably not as surprised as he was. It glared at him with its eyes wide open.

“It’s All Chowoon! That burning thing is Datang Oram!”

“No! No! I know that too! Was this what All Chaun was like? How could it be ‘like that’!”

Diman Chaun looks at Ol Chaun, who is just sitting on a palanquin on top of a giant kneeling giraffe, unable to hide his bewilderment.

“You didn’t do anything?”

“No! No! That’s not it! What the heck! Aaaah! That’s ridiculous! There’s no way such a thing can exist in the world! It shouldn’t exist!”

“???”

All Chaun stared blankly at the screaming Iral Tata before saying a word.

“I’ve definitely heard that crocodile can talk, but I didn’t know it could talk that fucking shit.”

When Iral Tata tried to escape, the herbalist Osozin Gulmung prevented it by making a lot of aquatic plants grow in the river. Then, Ol Chaun beckoned to Diman Chaun.

“What the hell is going on? Why is it doing that?”

Diman Chaun thought about it for a while and then made a decision.

“I will tell you everything honestly. Please listen.”

And Diman Chaun says that it probably ate his mother, the first Diman Chaun, and that it also ate all the Diman Chauns from the second to the fifth generation.

It is neither a spirit nor a saint, but something from space, and under the pretense of observing people by looking at the stars, it commits all kinds of tyranny.

He accepted the knowledge it gave him because he didn’t want to be eaten by it, and magic is the power it gives him.

“Is that so? Then let me check it out.”

All Chaun gets down from the palanquin and approaches Iral Tatay, who is struggling in the river.

“This is it! This is it!”

A spell that allows one to become one with the spirits and communicate with them. Iral Tatai resists, but is drawn in by the incredible gravity of the spirit of All Chaun.

This may be an opportunity. A chance to erode the existence of All Chaun.

But I didn’t even try, because I knew it was pointless.

Just like a person can tell which rivers are crossable and which lava flows are impassable just by looking at them.

And All Chaun faces it. It also faces All Chaun and Datang Oram.

“★●【⤧⁂†▷”◑◁♧♪”

And it spits out an incomprehensible language. All Chaun says flatly.

“You’re not really a spirit, are you?”

It screams.

“I’m ‘possessed’ by that poor spirit. What on earth is it doing, eating away at Tata’s body and mind?”

Datang Oram also faces it head on.

An incarnation of fire that burns away both memory and spirit. A fire spirit that has literally reached the realm of the gods.

The creature born of the sky sees it. It does not want to be dragged along, but it is slowly dragged along, and eventually gets completely burned by Datang Oram.

And only one weak and broken spirit remained. The one that originally belonged to Iral Tata. Ol Chaun infuses it with power and returns it to its original body.

“Gaaaaa… … .”

All that’s left is a fat, six-legged crocodile who can empathize with people, but isn’t as smart as them.

It wanders around and hides in the river. Diman Chaun sees it and is a little wary, but as he approaches it slowly approaches and sticks its head in to communicate.

“How strange. Is it because of the stargazing?”

“Not everyone who looks at the stars ends up like this, but maybe there is a connection.”

“Then is there a problem with that calendar?”

Diman Chaun is worried.

“No. I guess it’s okay, just like there’s a difference between starting a fire and burning down a house.”

“Really? Hmm… … Let me discuss it with Laurent first.”

In this way, Diman Chaun proudly became the Mana School, the Mineirun, which deals with the metaphysical realm, astronomy, calendars, prophecy, astrology, and other magic.

And now, instead of that hideous crocodile, he can truly rule. Mana Yupa declares that his reign up until now was nothing more than the work of some cosmic entity, and that from now on, he will firmly reject it and rule for himself.

“Damn. I guess the crocodile rule was better.”

Someone is drinking in a tavern and muttering. They are all afraid of the king so they don’t speak properly, but it is true.

Of course, Mana Yupa had convictions. And he had the will to create a better country. It seems that the experience of living under pressure there finally awakened him to be a dignified person by overcoming Iral Tata.

But Mana Yupa did not have the ability to run the country coolly. He only had faith, will, and awakening. Mana Yupa still studied mathematics, still looked at the stars, still waged wars for him and persecuted the people.

This is not what Iral Tata did. Its rule was ingenious. It was oppressive, with overwhelming fear, irrefutable justification, and strict adherence to legal procedures.

As a result, the country became wealthy and Dimanang’s prosperity seemed destined to continue.

“Damn, is it a country that doesn’t keep its word?”

But Mana School had a subjectivity but no principles. His policies were inconsistent.

A policy that has no standards or determination, saying that one day we should spend our money to help the poor, and the next day we should collect more taxes because there is not enough.

The unfortunate thing was that the achievements of this school of thought were actually his. The people of Datang were unable to escape the calendar and the predictions he made for the future.

In other words, he was not a fake great man, but a real Mainiron… … In other words, he did not age because of his Daton bloodline.

“We have to continue to live with such a pathetic leader.”

“Do I need to keep serving you?”

“… … .”

Eventually, a rebellion breaks out.

It seems that the so-called magical civilization was sprouting at this time, and many great legacies that utilized the ancient spirit language and the technology of the Baekkan tribe remained… … .

A hundred years of rule. Three hundred years of chaos. Over a thousand years of civil war.

And what ended this mythical magic civilization was none other than the Hanju Ta-mal that was accidentally introduced.

The Hanjutamal that spread throughout the northern regions literally wiped out the majority of the magicians and mystics that were being trained for power in the north at the time.

Eventually, over nearly a thousand years, Dimanang shrank into an agricultural nation run by ‘those who were once the nobles of the forest’ who simply looked at the stars, farmed, and traded moderately.

The magnificent Dimanfjord is forgotten at some point because we never even dare to go there.

Mana Yupa. The incompetent ruler, Mainiran, eventually lost his position as the leader of the nation during the chaos and went into exile in Datang.

And instead of ruling in a haphazard manner, he shows off his strengths as an astronomical observer and mathematician, and his role is reduced to simply predicting the weather and fortunes of that year.

Just like her mother turned into a machine that only spits out the weather in her later years. Mana Yupa, who ran away after ruining a good country, was not given much power, but she was still happy.

First of all, here, they feed you, give you a place to sleep, and look up to you. They respect you. You can do whatever you want.

As if ‘it’ had done that to her.

History is truly ironic. It repeats itself, but each time we learn something new.