Ch.67Chapter 67. Community Literature (1)

# Chapter 67. Community Literature (1)

Tuntuni, who had been delivering letters to tribes living in other regions, returned.

He didn’t send them to tribes in all regions, only to those whose survival had been confirmed.

‘Lord Malak!’

‘Descend upon me!’

‘Great Loa!’

‘The children of our tribe are starving to death!’

‘I am Ako, daughter of Umba and Ruto…’

‘Malak! Malak! Malaaaaak!’

Messages—no, prayers—came from six tribes.

That’s quite a number to respond to individually.

– Hmm.

Fortunately, it’s a relatively free time. Rather than free, “calm before the storm” would be more accurate.

Anyway, I decided to make the most of the three days before the subjugation.

I used “divine possession” on them at intervals.

– This is Loa Malak. I have heard your voice.

They were tribes living in various regions and environments, each with their own problems.

I advised tribes near Symphonia to join the tribal federation, and recommended distant tribes to create my totem.

Most accepted, but there were tribes with whom I couldn’t reach a compromise.

“We don’t have the labor to make a totem… I know this is an unreasonable and rude request. But isn’t there any way, any way at all you could help us?”

This was a small tribe saying they had no food and even their children were starving.

As soon as the priest finished speaking, the tribe members who had been watching anxiously knelt down and bowed their heads.

“Lord Malak…!”

“Merciful Loa…!”

“Please…”

Tsk. This is making my heart soft.

It’s not like there’s absolutely no solution.

The Golden Sun tribe has almost finished making a new totem, so I could move their Totem #2 over here.

The problem is that the physical distance between Bolbano, where the Golden Sun tribe is located, and Symphonia is very far, and Tuntuni has never been to Bolbano.

No matter how much of a monster pigeon—no, spirit—Tuntuni is, he can’t memorize a map of a place he’s never been to and then travel there.

– …

While I was silent.

The tribe’s children looked up at me with teary eyes.

“Lord Malang…”

They must not have learned the language well, saying “Malang” instead of “Malak.”

That sounds like a really soft and fluffy Loa name.

Ah, damn. It doesn’t feel right to just abandon them.

If I cut them off coldly, not only would it feel unsettling, but something of my humanity would be chipped away.

– Wait a moment.

I decided to look for a solution.

I examined the map with Rachel, who knows geography best in the tribal federation.

“This tribe is close by. If you go from here like this…”

So there is a solution.

We found a shortcut from their region to Linea.

Siwoo and the Gray Mist tribe live in Linea. If I give them a heads-up, they’ll accept these people.

I conveyed this to that tribe.

They were hesitant even when I offered to help draw a map, but when I told them they could arrive in four days even moving slowly, they nodded.

They probably know there’s no other way.

And so I resolved another issue.

[How have you been lately?]

I didn’t forget to contact Hanna.

Since she has a hot-tempered personality and might cause trouble at any time, I need to regularly check that she’s alive.

This is especially true now that monsters from the sea have settled in the region where Hanna lives.

[NotACatfish: They’ve set up tents on the beach]

The situation is still not good.

[NotACatfish: They’re similar to the tents barbarians use]

Barbarians? Suddenly?

[Aren’t all tents pretty much the same? What barbarians?]

[NotACatfish: The feeling is similar. Their weapons look like barbarian ones too]

[They could have killed barbarians and taken them]

[NotACatfish: They handle them too well for that]

[NotACatfish: Their infection entity hunting skills were exactly like barbarians]

You were hiding and watching that too?

[NotACatfish: Could the barbarians have made a contract with demons?]

[NotACatfish: They have consciousness because they made direct contracts]

This woman says everything that comes to mind.

She must have developed paranoia after being caught by Lakye.

Even though she was caught because of her own mistakes.

[ㅡㅡ]

[That’s barbarian discrimination]

[NotACatfish: But what if it’s true?]

[Blocking you]

[NotACatfish: Oh come on]

[NotACatfish: I’m joking, joking]

So the situation is relaxed enough for jokes, is that it?

[Where are you living now?]

I heard she moved her residence because of the sea monsters.

Finding a new place to live in a world ruled by demons must be difficult.

…Should I suggest she join the tribal federation?

If it’s Sans suggesting it rather than Malak, Hanna might at least consider it.

Accessing the community would be an issue I could manage well.

As long as she doesn’t find out that I am Malak.

[NotACatfish: I already told you]

[?]

[NotACatfish: ;;]

[NotACatfish: I sent a message yesterday]

[And?]

That’s understandable.

It’s hard to check all the many messages you send.

I checked the records.

[NotACatfish: I found a place where surviving natives are hiding]

[NotACatfish: I’m living with them now]

So there were such messages.

[NotACatfish: Blocking you]

[For real I was busy sorry]

It’s enough to confirm that she’s doing well.

I cleared the message window and transferred my consciousness to Totem #3.

I’m currently at the training ground.

Not in Lakye’s arms, but standing on a cloth spread in the middle of the street.

Since I’m a totem, “standing” might not be the right expression.

I wonder why I’ve been left alone. I thought Lakye would be stroking me again.

Thwack! Thwack! Bam!

“Ugh! Argh! Huk!”

“Look at you exaggerating.”

So they were sparring.

Though it’s closer to Kanto getting one-sidedly beaten up.

It’s an obvious match where Lakye will win.

No matter how many berserker stacks Kanto has built up, he’s no match for a woman who was born half-god half-human.

At his current growth rate, it would take at least 10 years before he could stand a chance.

I looked around.

There were many warriors at the training ground, probably because of the upcoming subjugation.

Noah is here too.

She was sitting near me, staring blankly into space.

She’s probably on the community.

“…Hehehe.”

What kind of hilarious post is she reading to laugh so stupidly?

She should be training instead of wasting time on that.

– Paladin Noah.

“Huh? Yes?”

– What are you looking at?

“Ah! Um, there are many novel-like things being posted on the community, so I was checking them out!

…I already sparred a lot with other warriors earlier, so I was just taking a short break.”

– Then why are you avoiding my gaze?

“…”

– Train harder.

“…Yes.”

A newbie slacking off? I can’t tolerate this.

I need to shape people up before the subjugation.

– Dodo.

I called out to a milk-bottle-shaped young man who was doing something like muscle training a short distance away.

“Dodo here.”

The guy approaches with a confident smile.

He’s like a comic relief character who occasionally stands out with noticeable actions, though not too often.

– Be Noah’s sparring partner.

“Yes! I’ll show her a warrior’s pride.”

Dodo whipped out two daggers and assumed a combat stance.

With a deadly serious expression and gleaming eyes.

Ah, this crazy bastard. I almost burst out laughing.

What is he, a game character that takes a special pose when you press the ready button?

“Little woman, follow me. I’ll teach you what real fighting is.”

“…We’re just sparring, right?”

“Your milk bottles are small. The children might starve to death. This is a serious problem.”

“What?”

This lunatic, she’s a minor.

I sent the two idiots away.

Novels, huh.

I wonder if someone has started serializing novels on the community.

It’s not unusual. What’s surprising is that it’s only happening now.

It’s a community where you can only read text because image attachments aren’t allowed. There’s nothing better than novels for entertainment.

…There is that text abomination called EunuchBro, but that’s just a troll post, not a novel.

I am a bit curious. Should I check briefly?

[WhatAboutYouMiru: Russian Stepmother Chapter 2]

[Bench500: The Only Male Trainer in a Women-Only Gym Chapter 1]

[OhDoGreatMan: Kim Hwangryong VS Hwang Geuncheol Chapter 1]

[Duelist: Recalling the Fluttering Feeling Chapter 3]

[TakasiKakasi: It Was a Snow Field Prologue]

What? There are this many?

The entire page is filled with novel titles.

Has writing novels become a trend? Since when?

[GarlicSaltBread: Knight of Steel Prologue]

This post from two days ago was the first novel uploaded to the community.

I wonder what it’s about?

[GarlicSaltBread: Knight of Steel Prologue

Imperial Year 198.

In a world devastated by the long war between the celestial race and the demon race, a man in armor…]

I closed it immediately.

What’s with this outdated “Imperial Year” from the start? It’s obviously going to be boring.

– Comments –

[ITrustedMonkeyUncle: Suddenly Lord of the Rings vibes;; We’re already knights in a fantasy world, why would we enjoy this?]

The response wasn’t good either.

Still, maybe this person’s novel encouraged many people to gain courage and decide to try writing themselves.

I skimmed through the community that had suddenly turned into a novel serialization board.

[MeleeSpy: The Traitorous Hero EunuchBro Chapter 5]

Something strange is sneakily mixed in.

– …

Not even hiding it anymore.

Should I click on this?