Ch.133Chapter 133. The Chronicle of Drifting Possessor (1)

Chapter 133. The Chronicle of Drifting Possessor (1)

While Lakye was preparing for the next subjugation, a rather troublesome incident occurred at the tribal federation headquarters. I was needed.

“I see… I’ll let you know immediately if I discover a high-ranking demon.”

Leaving behind a disappointed Lakye, I transferred my consciousness to Totem 1.

“Simply put, it’s a theft case.”

Rachel said that, but when examined in detail, it was complicated.

Six civilized boys covered their faces with cloth and broke into a barbarian family’s residence to commit theft. They encountered the wife who was returning after dropping her child off at the temporary school, and attempted to silence and rape her. When the husband returned early from hunting, they fought to kill him, but thanks to the wife’s quick thinking in calling for help loudly, they were arrested.

Whew, it’s long even when summarized. What a strange case.

Things had been a bit chaotic since the Golden Sun tribe joined, and it seems they planned their crime amid that commotion. The victims were Blue Moss tribe members, who could be considered founding contributors.

The perpetrators revealed they targeted them because they possessed more wealth than other immigrants or refugees.

– Hmm.

Attempted theft, attempted rape, attempted murder. Remove the “attempted” and they’re all serious crimes.

If even one of those had succeeded, it would have been a death sentence (actually, there have been a few murders and rapes while I was away, resulting in public executions), but the situation was somewhat ambiguous.

The criminals were early to mid-teenagers, all their attempted crimes failed, and two or three of the six were sons of respected figures in the tribal federation.

The perpetrators’ parents are begging for a lighter punishment than death since everything was only attempted.

The warriors have beaten up the criminals and tied them up, so I should go see their condition.

Since I’m the highest authority, I should at least see those bastards’ faces. I entered the house converted into a prison with Rachel, who was holding Totem 2.

“Uuugh…”

“Waaah…”

They were lying covered in blood, making zombie-like sounds. Their faces were swollen and several teeth were broken. Some had broken bones, possibly from being hit with iron clubs.

They’re completely wrecked. The warriors handled it well.

“Ma, Malak sir!”

“Uuuu…!”

The would-be murderers, rapists, and thieves crawled like worms and made wheezing sounds upon seeing my totem. I want to stomp them to pieces.

“Uuu, it hurts.”

“Euueowa…”

“Please spare us…”

The boys were making the most pitiful expressions while begging, but I felt no sympathy.

If the wife hadn’t come in, the theft would have happened; if the husband hadn’t arrived, the rape would have occurred; if people hadn’t gathered, murder would have taken place.

They were just lucky.

“Under Imperial law, considering they’re minors, they might have ended up with imprisonment or labor punishment, but given our special circumstances, I thought Malak’s judgment was necessary.”

Rachel, who handles general administrative duties, has been making judgments based on Imperial law until now. Barbarian society’s laws were quite varied, superstitious, and strange, probably because they had been divided into tribal societies for so long.

Let me give a few examples:

Calling Roa’s name while eating is blasphemy.

A law requiring children over 14 to practice wielding weapons for at least 2 hours daily.

A law imposing spiritual punishment for blasphemy if someone kills or dies in front of an altar.

A law confiscating property for blasphemy if someone frowns for more than a minute in front of an altar.

A law allowing spiritual marriage with the dead if permitted by a priest.

A law prohibiting cross-dressing that causes tribal confusion. As you can see, most are religious laws.

Imperial law was better than these. It had a legal system closer to modern times than medieval. In fact, this world shouldn’t be considered medieval.

What medieval period had wizards, gods, and giant robots? This is a fantasy world with medieval vibes, not the medieval era.

– Well done.

I praised Rachel for waiting for me instead of making a hasty judgment. Yes, I should handle this.

If a god delivers the verdict directly, no one will be able to object.

I pondered what punishment to give.

Is there anything scarier than death? Something that would make them practically dead without actually killing them…

– …!

I came up with an ingenious plan.

I ordered Rachel to gather people. Once the necessary people had assembled, I spoke.

– …Therefore, I will banish these five boys from the tribal federation and sentence them to exile in Bolbano.

This is my masterstroke.

Totem 5 is still in Bolbano. I had left it there since there was no way to transfer it to the tribal federation (transferring a totem via a transfer totem requires another totem), but now I can put it to use.

“Ma, Malak sir!?”

“Uuu, spare us…”

“Malak sir! Please show mercy!”

“I’ve heard about Bolbano! These children can’t survive for three years without adult help in such a place! Please, please give these children one more chance…”

“Huhuck!”

The boys and their parents begged for mercy, but I didn’t respond.

“I’ll apologize! I’ll go apologize to them! Please let me off just this once!”

The largest boy prostrated himself.

Apologize? Apologies are for mistakes. How can attempting theft, rape, and murder be considered a mistake, my friend?

Perhaps because he spoke like a child, I felt a tiny bit of pity. I couldn’t have ordered their execution.

But I can certainly banish them. They might adapt and survive there. I’ve shown mercy in my own way.

– I’ll transfer them one by one, starting from the right.

Good luck surviving in Bolbano, little villains-in-training.

“Aaah…!”

“Eoheoheung-!”

Whether they cry or not, I’m just doing what needs to be done. I transferred my consciousness to Totem 5.

Without the Golden Sun tribe’s management, everything was in shambles. Well, it’s probably not a management issue.

It must be because the cloud demon came through and wreaked havoc. As I said, I summoned the boy on the far right first.

“Eung-! Mommy…”

The boy with the broken leg looked around and wailed.

– Wait here.

I summoned the boys one by one at 10-minute intervals. Until all were summoned, which took about 50 minutes, some just kept crying.

Being thrown from a warm home into a wasteland must be terrifying. And not just any wasteland, but an apocalyptic one.

A wasteland where infected, worshippers, or demons could appear at any time. It’s scarier than “Surviving on a Deserted Island” – it’s “Surviving Bare-Handed in a Demon Apocalypse.”

It’s probably more terror than minors can handle.

– Survive on your own.

“Waaaa…!”

“Heoeng, heoeng, heoeng.”

“Mom, Dad…”

– Divine punishment will fall upon you if you damage the altar or totem. Remember that.

Leaving the despairing boys behind, I returned to the tribal federation. I need to give a speech here.

– I will not show mercy or give chances to those who insult me, act worse than beasts, and cause division in the tribal federation. My followers, remember what happened today.

People look at me with awe in their eyes. Yes, I need to show a fearsome side at times like this. If I’m always laughing and smiling, my followers will become spoiled.

After resolving that incident, I returned to Lakye.

“I’ve found a high-ranking demon.”

– Good.

He had already finished scouting and was just waiting for the subjugation. I praised Lakye and immediately set out.

This one wasn’t particularly strong, so we could kill it quickly. Perhaps because we fought with knowledge of its abilities from the information obtained from the Holy Maiden?

After testing it a bit, I went into close combat and used “Totem of Confusion,” which made it take a beating until it perished.

– Just one more subjugation to go.

Thanks to the efforts of Great Chief Kanto, the tribal federation warriors, and Paya’s adventure party, the points keep accumulating. We just need to catch one more to achieve divine manifestation.

Finally. At last. The moment I’ve been waiting for is approaching. Soon I’ll be able to fly through the sky and beat up demons.

For that, we need to rest well first. Not me, but Lakye.

We borrowed the worshippers’ dwelling after slaughtering them.

“The bed is nice and soft tonight.”

Lakye, exhausted from handling so much divine power in a short time, lay down on the bed.

– Rest well.

After confirming Lakye was asleep, I connected to the community.

I’m planning to contact Princess Dina soon. While pondering what to say, I read today’s posts.

[MalJukGeoriComplexIncident: What is this?]

Look at that username. Gives off the vibe of a 40-50 year old man. Seems like a newbie who just dropped in today. Another user has already come to comment. A newbie savior.

ㄴ [MalJukGeoriComplexIncident: I mean, it’s a cave alright, but there are no infected or whatever you call them?]

Hmm?

This user’s next post appeared the next morning.

[MalJukGeoriComplexIncident: This seems to be an island. A deserted island at that. What kind of situation am I in right now?]

While the juvenile delinquents were filming “Surviving Bare-Handed in a Demon Apocalypse,” there was a user actually filming “Surviving on a Deserted Island.”