I Became a Wendigo in a Fantasy World - I Became a Wendigo in a Fantasy World chapter 68

68 – Episode 68

What is absurd is that the successors were also the same.

No, rather, the absurdity was worse than that of Sir and Freya, as the chieftain was decided based on the Wendigo’s mood.

Who would have thought that he would be stripped of his chieftaincy status for no other reason than because he smells?

“Please let go of this! There must have been a mistake on the part of the spirit… Argh!”

“Shut up! The spirit said you were disgusting, but there was some mistake!”

“Let go before I break your wrist!”

Yakov, who was kicked out of the Pak, caused an uproar, denying reality, but the warriors did not forgive such rudeness.

Just for a moment to hear the sound of flesh bursting and bones breaking.

When the sound of something being dragged was heard, the successors broke into a cold sweat and became nervous.

They looked for the spirit’s attention and sniffed to check for scent.

‘Damn, I think I smell like sweat.’

‘It’s a good thing I brought a sachet.’

Some people brought sachets or perfume to remove the smell, but most did not.

Why on earth would a warrior who lives off blood and sweat carry such an item?

A red fox beast patted the sachet on her belt and scoffed at her brothers and sisters.

“Tsk, tsk, don’t my half-brothers and sisters know about manners? They should have prepared like me.”

“Kiamen!”

The brothers glared, baring their teeth, but Ki Amen smiled bitterly, confident that her brothers would be chased away.

Because they inherited the blood of animals, the beast people basically had a strong natural instinct.

‘Heaven is helping me!’

If a spirit was disgusted by the smell of humans, it was certain that it would also be disgusted by the scent of other brothers and chase it away.

In that case, he would naturally become the chieftain of the Reprn tribe!

“There. Prisoners, come forward.”

The successors of the Reprn tribe stepped forward, frowning. They were the only prisoners here.

Kiamen smiled triumphantly as she watched her brothers pathetically step forward.

“There. You too, come forward.”

“Yes? Oh, you mean me?”

“So, you are not a beast but a human wearing an animal skin? Don’t bother me and come out quickly.”

The Wendigo ordered Kiamen as if he was dumbfounded. Kiamen, who had no idea she would be included, stepped forward, chewing her lip.

As Kiamen approached, a brother taunted him.

“I was flattered that I had some sachets, but it was ugly. How strong is the smell that makes the sachets useless?”

Clud.

Kiamen gritted his teeth and glared at his brother. Naturally, his brother ignored Qiamen’s gaze.

The moment Ki Amen could not overcome his shame and was about to raise his fist, Geron stopped them.

“Did you forget that we are in front of the spirit? I want you to know that, unlike the spirit, we have bad patience.”

Geron glared harshly at the two and warned them. Behind him, warriors were waiting, ready to draw their swords at any moment.

“I’m sorry.”

“Please forgive me!”

Kiamen and his brother lowered their eyes and asked for forgiveness.

Geron accepted their forgiveness by tapping their shoulders.

The Wendigo, who had been watching her, whispered to Geron when he returned to her side.

“Isn’t that too scary?”

“Isn’t this because the spirit suddenly kicked out a person? I don’t like this role either.”

Geron glared at the Wendigo and grumbled.

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“I don’t know who among them will be chosen by the spirit, but shouldn’t you show at least some authority?”

“If you weren’t an idiot, you wouldn’t think of attacking me, right?”

The Wendigo wondered if there was such a person.

Not one tribe, but several tribes united and attacked, but they were unable to inflict a proper blow.

Even Gelmir, the head of the alliance, had his head blown off…

But Geron shook her head and spoke firmly.

“The world is wide and there are many idiots. Wasn’t this a fight started by those idiots ignoring the spirit’s warning?”

‘It’s sad that it’s so persuasive.’

The Wendigo could not refute Geron’s words. It was clear that the people in this world were not ordinary, seeing as they ignored the warning even while using a corpse.

Aren’t they the kind of guys who would do anything if they got the chance?

“Well, I understand. They were the ones who were going to be kicked out anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.”

The Wendigo bit Geron and stared at Reprn’s successors.

Her successors felt fear creeping up from the bottom of their hearts as they looked down upon the giant monster, or rather, the spirit.

It felt like a light that couldn’t be called eyes was looking into their hearts, which was extremely unnerving.

‘It seems like it’s gotten a bit colder.’

‘Damn. ‘I don’t know what he’s thinking because he doesn’t have any facial expressions.’

The Wendigo sniffed as she scanned her successors. And she couldn’t help but be surprised.

“Huh, you all look a lot like your father.”

“Father… Are you talking?”

Milosi remembered his father and asked with a shocked expression. It wasn’t something I really liked.

I didn’t want to admit that among many, many people, I resembled my father, who was notorious as a conman.

The Wendigo nodded her head in the affirmative.

“Yes. I can be sure that it is because he is an impressive guy.”

I flinch.

Except for Milosi, the rest of the successors pricked their ears and looked for an opportunity.

‘Could it be that my father deceived the spirit?’

It was quite a possibility. The Refrn tribe has been good at trickery since ancient times, and their father was the most vicious trickster among them.

Paying respect to their father for the first time in their lives, they decided to actively sell him.

“My father is definitely a great person.”

“Was he a famous guy from the beginning?”

“Of course! There is no one in the North who doesn’t know my father’s name.”

“Indeed…”

The wendigo nodded her head.

If he was someone who lied while getting beaten up, his record would be impressive.

If it was guys who looked like that guy, I wouldn’t have regrets even if I kicked them out.

‘I guess there’s nothing more to worry about.’

The Wendigo said, pointing her finger at Milosi.

“From now on, that guy will be the chief of the Lephrun tribe.”

“Uh… You mean me?”

Milos asked, pointing at himself. It was something completely unexpected.

Of course, his brothers, who had been actively appealing to the Wendigo, were astonished and glared at Milosi.

What on earth did I like about this guy?

“Is there any reason why you chose me?”

“Only you smell clean.”

“Spirit…”

Geron grabbed the back of her neck and tapped the Wendigo’s leg with his sword. It was a signal asking for a proper explanation.

After looking at Geron’s face, the Wendigo decided to explain more properly.

“And unlike the others, you don’t resemble my father at all.”

“… Did my father, Valken, disrespect the spirit?”

“Hmm… I guess it wasn’t that bad.”

When the Wendigo denied, Milosi sighed in relief.

Well, how dare you defraud the spirits when your life is at stake.

“He just ignored the conditions I asked for and tried to hide a few successors. It wouldn’t be that strange to deceive an enemy.”

“Oh, sh*t.”

Milosi was amazed at his father’s amazing judgment.

* · * *

Milosi’s rude reaction was overcome thanks to the Wendigo’s generosity.

Geron also did not criticize Milosi too much, considering that his father had defrauded the spirit.

She believed that the Wendigo was at fault for telling her such a story in the first place.

In the past, you explained things well, but these days…”

“But I can’t tell you about my abilities. And isn’t it dignified to talk a lot… How many mind-body fruits do you eat?”

Thanks to this, Geron got rid of his anger by eating the mind and body fruit again today.

If he did something wrong, she would make him fall with a vase, so the Wendigo turned her back on him.

“Still, I’m glad I was able to filter it out enough.”

“Ododog. They’ve definitely decreased a lot, but… Are they really bad guys?”

“You’re going too far. What do you think of me? I told you to kick me out because they’re all trash.”

To others, it may have seemed like the order to ban all guests was given for the unusual reason of smell, but Wendigo was very serious in selecting her number of people.

Who would have known that I, half of the heirs who had flocked in, would be shaken.

Thanks to this, the problem that was supposed to be decided in one day had to be put on the back burner.

“More than that, didn’t the shaman named Sir feel anything strange?”

“The witch doctor lady is said to be quiet. I heard she is trying to become friends by greeting people.”

“Really? That’s strange.”

The Wendigo stroked her chin and recalled Cyr’s first impression of her.

Although her beauty, which rivaled that of Skadi, was surprising, the Wendigo paid attention to the scent flowing from her body.

‘The smell was quite fragrant… But it definitely had the scent of a spirit mixed in.’

It was clear that she was at least a woman related to spirits. Although she still doesn’t know her purpose for coming to the forest…

“Call me Skadi. And a shaman named Sir.”

“Are you planning on meeting face to face?”

“Yes. I’m quite curious.”

That was something we had to find out from now on.

If she came to you in a friendly way, she will become your friend depending on the conditions.

If not, you will have quite a painful time.

* · * *

While her successors washed her body and tried to rid it of her odor, Cyr wandered through the village, gathering information.

In her opinion, the spirit of the forest was an extremely eccentric spirit.

At least the spirits she saw never chased her away, even if they insulted and tormented her.

But Sir returned to her lodgings without any results.

Cyr, who threw himself on her bed, frowned at her and muttered.

“Is there a ban on the group? Why is everyone so anxious that they can’t praise such a spirit?”

She protects people, and manages the land and forests by paying her shamans…

Why on earth would a spirit do such a thing?

Sir was in agony, messing with her hair. Freya appeared next to her and giggled.

[ Kyahahahaha! He says he thinks too much. It’s a problem that can be overlooked by just thinking that there are spirits like that. ]

“But you also looked at me with a straight face at first!”

[ A. That was really embarrassing. And I think I kind of know why he did what he did, right? ]

Cyr glared at Freya’s sparkling eyes and crossed her arms.

“You’re not really trying to say that you kicked it out because you didn’t like the smell, right?”

[ Oh my. Do you think I’m such a tactless spirit? He’s sure he’ll get angry if he says something like that, so why would I play a prank on him like that? ]

‘The opponent is a spirit. The opponent is a damn spirit. The opponent is an unlucky spirit…’

Sir internally chewed at Freya and held back her irritation.

Freya whispered in Sir’s ear as she tidied up her tangled hair.

[ That’s my opinion. She clearly has the power to judge others by smell. ]

“That’s impossible. A spirit cannot exercise powers that are not related to its origin.”

If she were an inexperienced shaman, she might have agreed, but Sir was not an inexperienced shaman.

If such a thing was possible in the first place, why would Freya, who has lived for an incalculable number of years, only use powers limited to the realm of beauty?

Freya did not give up her argument despite Sir’s criticism.

[ Mutations don’t just happen to animals or humans. Self. ]

Just as extreme cold cannot be distinguished from heat, sometimes spirits are born based on something that seems completely unrelated.

Because this world has always been based on infinite possibilities.

“But in the history books and information I’ve found so far, there are no such spirits…”

[ How long do you think you have been recording history? In the distant past, this kind of thing was quite common. These days, there are fewer spirits being born, so it’s hard to find them. ]

Unlike usual, when Freya answered in a serious manner, Sir could not help but believe her words.

Freya gave advice with all her sincerity for the shaman she truly cared about.

[ Self. Why don’t you stop being greedy and leave the forest? Regardless of its power, mutant spirits are sometimes normal… ]

“Are you there Sir? The spirit is looking for you!”

[ Oh my. ]

Freya, who had been giving advice with a serious expression just now, was startled by her voice coming from outside and looked at her door.

Then she looked at Sir again, pretended to wipe away her tears, and said:

[ Black and white. I will never forget you! ]

“Don’t say anything foolish and follow me!”

Just in case, this is why the spirits!

Sir huffed and opened the door. Her warrior glanced at her head in confusion, checking inside her.

Contrary to what she told me to follow, there was no one in her room.

The warrior looked at Sir with her pitiful eyes. She came up with the superstition that sometimes witchdoctors who messed with her magic would become mad.

‘Have I already gone crazy at such a young age…’

Clud.

Of course, Sir was not crazy. There is a spirit of bad temper in her veins…

Knowing that no one would believe her even if she explained it to him, Syr sighed and asked her warrior for a favor.

“… Please guide me quickly.”

“Yes. I didn’t hear anything.”

“……”

At the tactless warrior’s answer, Sir became very angry.

Sometimes, heavy silence is more appreciated than foolish comfort.