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Decided to call him God (4) ― ‘Initial’ tribal residence

Instead of being a chieftain who is increasingly unable to stop the whirlwind,

The number of tribe members listening to Lee Ga-yeon increased.

She pointed to a green tree and explained that that was why the wind was angry.

Knowingly or unknowingly, the green tree that was revered by the tribe members from the beginning was the cause of the disaster.

Everyone’s eyes widened, but no one refuted her words.

It was that woman, not the green tree, that put the tornado to rest so far.

The person who treated her carelessly no longer existed in the tribe, as she had changed from being a ‘bad bitch’ to ‘something’.

Now every morning they lay down towards the whirlwind, completely opposite the green trees.

No one knew why they had to do that, but they just strictly followed Lee Ga-yeon’s words.

‘There is a reason why the wind is angry.’

Lee Ga-yeon said that to everyone.

Hwii-

And really strangely,

Whenever the whirlwind followed Lee Ga-yeon’s words, it did not invade their precious tribe.

The tribe members repeated Lee Ga-yeon’s whispers once again.

‘There is a reason why the wind is angry.’

From then on, whenever something happened to the tribe, the tribe members visited Lee Ga-yeon.

Whether it was a trivial matter or a major one, it all ended with Lee Ga-yeon’s mediation.

The words of Lee Ga-yeon, dressed in white, gradually gained strength.

She said that we should give sincerity to the wind that gave us an abundance of food.

Now, the tribe members who voluntarily went hunting, even if it was not the chief’s order, offered game to the wind.

“Wind, please accept our sincerity!”

A memorial service held under her presiding.

The powerful wind absorbed only the prey they offered and stopped the disaster.

“Aaaaa—!”

Everyone repeats.

‘There is a reason why the wind is angry.’

And that woman knows exactly the reason for her anger.

‘pontiff.’

A new title for that woman who doesn’t even know who said it first.

Now, under the leadership of a woman called a ‘priest’, new rules for the tribe were created.

“Wind, please forgive us!”

Everyone is on the perfect side of the green tree,

Wearing pure white clothes, shaking a wooden statue.

Ka-ga-ga-ga-!

That white whirlwind was no longer an enemy of the tribe.

It was a fair judgment where the wrongdoer should apologize and be forgiven.

Purr-

The chief just looked at them with complicated eyes.

Of course, I had an intuition that the situation was getting strange.

But even the chieftain had no clear solution to escape this hell.

He looked up at the green trees encompassing the meadow.

A huge tree that grew instantly after destroying the last enemy using a strange ability.

The chieftain’s eyebrows twitched as he stared at that green light and remembered the battle with them.

A gap in memory that seems to have been erased like a black screen here and there.

Even the rulers of the grasslands could not be free under the laws of the ‘beginning of the world’.

While everything becomes uncertain, there is one thing that remains constant.

If there is a strong person, he will fight and win and achieve everything.

That was all the chief knew about the world.

However, the situation happening now was very ambiguous.

It was not a defeat that would cost one’s life, and it was certainly not a victory.

To relieve his frustration, he simply went to another enemy blocked by a strange barrier.

I wanted to share in the bloody battle with them and regain my pride that had been torn to pieces by the strange tornado.

bang-! bang-! bang-!

That’s why we banged on the curtain every day and called out to the enemy, but no one responded.

However, the situation was even more strange to go somewhere other than the south, where there was no response.

Every time I try to leave the grassland,

Kiiing—!

An unknown force kept throwing him into the grassland.

“Kuhuhuhhh—!”

A roar that erupts at the strange phenomenon that has struck him again.

Repeated escape attempts ended in failure.

It was only after endlessly rolling around on the floor with his pet that he realized.

‘Trapped.’

I don’t know why.

But clearly he and his tribe could not escape the ‘beginning’.

‘There is a reason why the wind is angry.’

Immediately the priest’s words tormented his mind.

The chief, who was staring at the direction the whirlwind was coming from, closed his mouth.

Then I got back on my horse and went south to where the strange curtain was.

He couldn’t tell his tribe members one by one about the situation he was facing now.

He just wanted a fight, not this complicated situation.

A sacred duel where everything is risked, as it has always been.

bang-! bang-! bang-!

The chief just knocked on the protective shield of the only enemy he could recognize.

However, regardless of the chieftain’s agony, the tribe was facing a period of revival like no other.

Even if you exclude the time to hunt for sacrifices to offer to the ancestral rites, there is plenty of time.

The abundance of food that the wind gives us.

Clean clothes and superior weapons.

Naturally, everyone sang along with the priest during the overflowing time.

They each danced their own dance, shaking their shoulders and giving thanks to the wind.

The white hand gestures of the tribe members cutting through the green light.

Smiles bloomed on everyone’s faces.

Now they had only one worry.

The wind is taking away this tribe that has developed so much.

Everyone asked the priest in unison.

“What does it take for the wind to completely let go of its anger?”

The priest smiled softly at their question.

She slowly raised her finger and pointed at something.

The chief’s Rottweiler quietly grazing in the middle of the meadow.

“The wind hates those who destroy his land.”

Everyone’s eyes were shining as they looked at the Rottweiler.

“There is a reason why the wind is angry.”

And the priest found out the reason again today.

“Kuhuhuhhh—!”

And the next day.

As soon as morning dawned, the chief’s roar rang out across the meadow.

He looked at everyone with disbelief when he saw his horse offered up in the ancestral rite.

The Rottweiler, which had already stopped breathing, was lying side by side next to the wooden statue.

The tribe members only uttered one word to the angry chief.

“The chief’s words aroused the wrath of the wind.”

After spewing out such absurd words, they shook the wooden statue again and bowed down in the direction from which the tornado was coming.

“Wind, please forgive us!”

Their appeal is full of moisture.

The chief’s hand holding the stone spear was trembling.

Something is wrong with this.

But what’s even more wrong is.

“The wind! The wind has ceased its anger!”

“Thank you, Baram! Thank you, Wind!”

The tornado that shook the grassland every single day did not really occur.

It’s not that the tornado stopped, it just didn’t appear at all.

The wind ceased its anger.

Everyone shook their wooden statues and shed tears.

In the crucible of fanaticism, the chief just opened his mouth in a daze.

My anger rose to the top of my head, but there was a clear result right in front of my eyes.

When his beloved horse died, the whirlwind truly disappeared.

‘There is a reason why the wind is angry.’

He just walked toward a strange curtain with a stumbling body.

A strong body was of no use in a moment like this.

“… … Idiot.”

A derogatory term used by tribe members, not priests.

Now, the title used to call him outside of the chief’s presence was ‘idiot.’

A fool who dared to oppose the Lord Wind and prevent the tribe’s revival.

They bowed down to the priest who was holding the wooden statue with great care.

They will thank the Wind again today and send out songs and dances so that the Wind will not become angry.

Gradually, days continued where the tornado did not strike the tribe.

The food provided by the Lord Wind also increased in size as the days passed.

Now, the wind gives me water that makes me feel good when I drink it.

Everyone danced while drinking ‘Water of the Wind’.

Their dance moves, unsure of whether they are staggering or fluttering.

One of the tribe members was unable to control his body and fell to the floor.

Sigh!

As he fell, his flailing arm hit the wooden statue carefully placed on the rock.

The wooden statue was instantly broken thanks to the strong arm strength.

“… … .”

Everyone stopped singing and dancing and opened their mouths.

The broken wooden statue clearly caught their eye.

Now everyone knows without the priest having to tell them.

‘There is a reason why the wind is angry.’

And the reason just occurred again.

“The wind is angry!”

The tribe members surround the tribe member who is drunk from the ‘Water of the Wind’ and cannot control his body.

They looked down at him with eyes shining with faith and stretched out their feet at the same time.

Pow! puck-! puck-!

“The wind, the wind is angry!”

They looked up with anxious faces as they beat the guy with all their heart.

The wind must be seeing everything.

So, the wind’s anger had to be released here.

“Offering! Sacrifice that bastard-”

Whoa!

A tribe member was shouting while pointing at a crouching tribe member.

A sudden kick sent him rolling across the meadow.

Tung-! Tung-! Bullfight!

A tribe member who bounces around like a water swallow and ends up stuck in the grassland.

thud-! thud-!

Someone approaches with steps full of anger and stops the crouching tribe member.

The tribe members slowly retreated back due to the chief’s intervention.

He swung at everyone and growled.

“We are family.”

It doesn’t matter what they do.

However, there is only one thing I cannot stand.

Families don’t kill their own family.

He too was blinded by anger and almost did something in vain, but in the end he did not kill his family.

“We are family!”

The green light of the chieftain shines brightly in the dark night.

“… … Do it in moderation.”

After scolding everyone and checking the condition of the tribe members he had raised, he returned to his tent.

Anyway, the guy who kicked me had some control over his strength, so he should be fine.

Flap!

The fact that the chief’s anger was not completely relieved could be seen by looking at the tent he had opened.

“… … .”

But no one went to appease the chief.

They could only look down at the broken wooden statue in vain.

They were looking at the priest anxiously and their mouths were licking, but then they silently closed their mouths.

Even if she doesn’t say it, everyone knows now.

The judgment of the wind that will surely happen tomorrow.

***

Ka-ga-ga-ga-!

The most horrifying noise I’ve heard in a really long time.

The tribe members who were leaning down in the direction the whirlwind was coming from flinched.

A wooden statue trembling along with their trembling hands.

As they slowly raise their heads, a huge white whirlpool appears in their eyes.

The disaster that everyone expected has begun again.

Ka-ga-ga-ga-!

They had become accustomed to it through numerous experiences and recognized it right away.

What is the destination of the slowly approaching whirlwind?

Everyone turned their heads and glanced at the beautifully revived tribe.

Food and ‘wind water’ piled up there.

Their eyes filled with tears as they had to lose what they had regained.

The tribe members stared at the leading priest with eager eyes.

“The wind was angry.”

Hearing the calm voice, everyone’s eyes turned to yesterday’s drunkard.

The drunkard’s shoulders shrank as his eyes were filled with murder and anger.

“Not him.”

The priest shook his head.

She pointed to the chieftain who was looking at them sullenly from behind.

Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-!

Now it is not long before we come under the influence of the wind.

“The wind was angry at the fool.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the faces suddenly turned.

Everyone looked at the chief with red eyes.

The only one who did not kneel to the wind.

The only one who interrupted the ancestral rites to the Lord Wind.

There is a reason why the wind is angry.

It is the priest who has always appeased that anger.

so.

If you just follow the priest’s words, you can calm your anger.

“Not me! It’s not me!”

A drunkard running towards the chief with bloodshot eyes.

He shook his head wildly and dragged the chieftain by the arm.

The chieftain won’t budge even if you pull with all his might.

The drunkard’s hair was shaking loudly as he pulled the chief with his teeth clenched.

Ka-ga-ga-ga-!

The tribe has already reached the area of influence of the wind.

“Stupid! It’s all because of the idiot!”

“Stupid Chief! You idiot! ”

Everyone immediately latched onto the chief.

The chief just looked down at them with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Stupid! idiot! You idiot!”

thud-! thud-! thud-!

The tribe members pressed down on the chief’s strong body.

I tried to force him to his knees by pressing his shoulders and kicking his knees.

“Please, please! Please, Chief!”

A tribe member placed the wooden statue into the chief’s hands with trembling hands.

thud-! thud-! thud-!

The tribe members who hit with all their might even though their bodies would be more damaged.

“Wind, please forgive us!”

The priest was already raising the wooden statue and appealing to the wind.

“Wind, please forgive us!”

Like a cry, like a plea,

The cries of the family pierce the chief’s heart.

His unwavering, strong eyes slowly begin to tremble.

The chieftain who rose up by destroying everything is the only one who cannot be destroyed.

The family you must save and be responsible for.

thud-!

“That’s it! The chieftain knelt down!”

dump-.

A body that was not broken by the violence of nature,

The fighting spirit that refused to back down eventually gave way.

“Hurry! Quick!”

I raised the wooden statue with trembling hands at the sacred flame of the tribe members.

The tribe members, who smiled brightly at the sight, quickly knelt down and raised the wooden statue.

“Wind, please forgive us!”

A whirlwind that began to glow brightly as if it had been watching them.

Hehehe!

A strong wind took away all the wooden statues in their hands.

Wooden statues that turn into a whirlwind as if climbing on the light radiating from the whirlwind.

Everyone stared at the tornado in a daze, seeing it for the first time.

Hwii-

As the wind gradually dies down, the wooden statues gather in the center.

Paaa!

The light in the center spreads out in all directions like an explosion.

Everyone squinted for a moment and opened their eyes,

─────.

There was a wooden statue there, slightly larger than the usual wooden statue.

Something with an expressionless stance, like a wooden statue, looking down at the tribe.

“… … .”

Everyone did not dare to continue speaking and their eyes trembled slightly.

The large wooden statue glanced at the tribe and nodded.

And he smiled kindly, just like the wooden statue.

“… … Wind.”

The priest’s whisper of emotion.

Only then did everyone face him.

Someone who stands above the tribe.

A real judge of nature.

A shape that exists but cannot be defined arbitrarily.

“… … The wind has come.”

“… … The Wind has forgiven our sins.”

The beginning, more than a hero who created his own story.

A mystery greater than a tree being erected and a ruler standing tall.

In comparison to their remoteness, they

In the beginning, humans did that,

[‘The Beginning’ worships you.]

[Acquire ‘Divinity’.]

I decided to call him God.

END.