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◈ SSS-Class Revival Hunter ◈
Chapter 173: Battle for the Holy Land (3)
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‘How can this be so unfair...’
Maybe this is the karma one must bear as a parent? If a child does well, it’s their own merit; if they don’t, it’s the parent’s fault.
Ah, Raviel. Maybe it's better for us not to have children. I don't think I can handle it. Imagine a child resembling Raviel saying, ‘Daddy, damn it!’...
Wait?
‘Maybe that’d be kind of cute in its own way?’
-Crazy bastard... It isn't just your corneas that are clouded. Your meninges are clouded too...
‘Open Earth Spirit Tribe status.’
Imagining a happy future, I reviewed the newly evolved state of the Earth Spirit Tribe.
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[Earth Spirit Tribe]
Extinction Grade: C (Safe)
Maxim: ‘We are fire.’
Political System: Republic
Description: What an incredible turn of events! The Earth Spirit Tribe has undergone a remarkable evolution. They have established a very special civilization, the [Aura Civilization]!
For the Earth Spirit Tribe, an adult is none other than [one who can use aura]. Politicians, artists, warriors - everyone’s success depends on their ability to use aura.
Once an Earth Spirit Tribe member masters aura, they immediately join the council after the next full moon. The Fire River Council comprises all adult members of the Earth Spirit Tribe, deciding all major and minor matters of the tribe. Those who use aura are [adults], [citizens], and [council members].
The council's ranking is determined by how skillfully one can use aura. The top rank, the one most adept at using aura, serves as the chairman.
‘Ssibalgor.’
Simply put, the strongest person leads the tribe!
On quiet nights when the full moon hangs high, the Earth Spirit Tribe gathers. With their ugly faces and wicked buckteeth buried in darkness, they solemnly discuss the fate of their people, intoxicated by the cool night air.
‘Chairman. I really don't think that solution is right.’
‘Disagree?'
‘I do.’
‘Then come at me.’
‘I shall.’
Despite everyone contributing to discussions, the Fire River Council boasts remarkable efficiency and speed, possible only because the chairman is the tribe's strongest warrior.
It’s unbelievable to have such a primitive battle tribe.
If someone is responsible for creating such a tribe, they might need some time for reflection!
Traits: [Republican Tradition], [Bad Friend Doctrine], [Ssibal Aura Transmission Method], [Blood Fire], [Legacy of Records], [Competitive Spirit]
Evolution: Unknown. One evolution remains.
Alias: Hopgoblin, etc.
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Hmm.
Umm.
Right.
I smiled broadly inwardly.
‘Yay, the goblins have evolved into hopgoblins! That's great! So cool!’
-Zombie, is that all you have to say?
‘Damn, how did this happen…?!’
I held my head.
‘All I did was ensure they didn’t lose [Blood Fire], and somewhat positively redirected [Greed]!’
-Positive direction spun full circle into madness.
‘No, no, it wasn't wrong. Now that I think about it, at least hundreds, maybe thousands, have learned to use aura. Isn’t that amazing? Unexpected, but a delightful miscalculation. It’s definitely me.’
-A parent who failed in parenting now justifying themselves… This guy…
I looked at the Earth Spirit Tribe's traits. 600 years is a long time. Traits that weren't there in the past had been added.
For instance, [Republican Tradition].
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[Republican Tradition]
Category: Politics
Origin: [Blood Fire]
Description: The Earth Spirit Tribe has established a republic. This republic originated in the Earth Spirit Tribe's unique [funerals]!
Whenever someone died, the Earth Spirit Tribe would gather in underground caves to hold a meeting. The darkness of the caves hid each member’s appearance. Though they held funerals to escape the oppression and surveillance of the Mountain Snail Tribe, unwittingly, they experienced [the veil of ignorance].
In the dark.
The Earth Spirit Tribe freely discussed.
‘How did this person die?’
History.
‘Was this person's life righteous?’
Judgment.
‘How should we respond to this death?’
Ethics.
‘Is Kekerkker a lion bastard or a dog bastard?’
Philosophy.
Over time, the Earth Spirit Tribe began discussing not just the dead but also the living. After escaping the caves, meetings were held every new moon. Naturally, the consensus reached here was regarded as the tribe's will, and the meetings became a council.
Unlike other councils, eloquence is not crucial here.
‘Ugor. It’s a pity. There seems to be a significant difference in perspective between us.’
‘If I smash one of your eyes, the difference in perspective disappears.’
‘An excellent solution.’
Survival of the strongest!
In some ways, the Earth Spirit Tribe's council is still a funeral hall!
*However, this trait may change depending on the course of history.
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“......”
They had gotten mixed together.
Something very heterogeneous... got mixed up.
‘Strongest survive, but it’s not a dictatorship, and the council exists, but ranks are decided by power, not words. What’s this? Something is odd...’
-Isn’t this all the result of your education?
The Guardian Spirit clicked his tongue.
-Your foreign policy in a nutshell is either [talk first, then fight] or [talk, but still fight]. Exactly like Kim Zombie.
‘Is this... my true self...?’
-Of course. Parents learn about themselves while raising their children.
Shock.
Apparently, I'm more of a maverick than I thought.
“Hmm. As befitting the King of Death's tribe, they are quite adept at fighting.”
The Sword Saint looked out over the plains.
“It's already the third duel, but without switching warriors, the Earth Spirit Tribe has won them all. There doesn’t seem to be a huge gap in martial skills. It appears to be a difference in aura proficiency.”
As the Sword Saint said, the duels continued. Both the coalition and the Mountain Snail Tribe sent champions out in turn. Yet whenever a duel took place, an Earth Spirit Tribe warrior emerged victorious.
The Black Dragon Master muttered.
“It’s surprising. I underestimated goblins. Despite their appearance, their use of aura is quite elegant.”
“Ahem.”
“... King of Death, why are you suddenly doing the shoulder dance? It’s unseemly to look at. As the person in charge of your fashion, I’m somewhat despairing.”
“Seeing the kids do so well makes me puff up with pride. By the way, Black Dragon Master, speaking of fashion, why do I have to wear this outfit wrapped all over in black leather? It feels a little juvenile, doesn't it? I searched online, and opinions about my fashion are extremely divided...”
“It suits you. You look good in leather.”
“You’re not just projecting your preferences, are you?”
“Of course not.”
The Black Dragon Master spoke nonchalantly.
“I objectively coordinated what suits you best. No personal feelings involved.”
The doubts deepened, and the night followed suit.
-Damned moldy bastards!
The coalition's leaders ground their teeth. They trembled with humiliation because they had sent champions out without pause all night, only to end up with an appalling loss ratio.
-Four of ours die for every one of them.
The vampire lamented.
-They must have selected only elite soldiers for their vanguard, but even so... This ratio is dire.
The leadership of the multi-race coalition glared fiercely.
-The Mountain Snail Tribe is in a similar situation. Damn it. They've planted their eggs right in the middle of the battlefield...
-Are we going to play into the hands of these moldy creatures? We are engaged in a Holy War! We are upholding the will of the gods! We must ignore these moldy creatures and launch a full-scale attack!
-So, you’re suggesting we declare war on the Earth Spirit Tribe? That's foolish.
-What? Foolish?
-Charging in blindly, driven by emotion, only benefits the Mountain Snail Tribe. Didn’t the moldy creatures say they're just the vanguard? The Earth Spirit Tribe's king, the chairman, is leading the main force. According to legends, the king of the Earth Spirit Tribe is a monster capable of altering waterways and controlling flames single-handedly. If they attack us, there's no answer.
The vampire sighed bitterly.
-Mountain Snail Tribe in front, Earth Spirit Tribe behind... It's a route to annihilation. At least the Mountain Snail Tribe is probably making the same calculation. It’s a deadlock.
-Hmph. So what are you suggesting?
A Ghost Tribe commander hissed. The Ghost Tribe had been oppressed by the Mountain Snail Tribe longer than any other. Their hatred ran deep.
-We almost captured Slimepolis, and now you want us to give up? What about the cost of the expedition? Go back to our homeland without any achievements? That's ludicrous. What will we say to the soldiers who died loyally and to the citizens who contributed? Are you really generals!
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The commanders fell silent.
The next day, and the day after that, duels continued. Occasionally, an Earth Spirit Tribe warrior would lose their head, but three times as many bodies from the coalition and the Mountain Snail Tribe were severed.
The Earth Spirit Tribe had achieved their goal of [blocking the battle between the coalition and the Mountain Snail Tribe].
Finally, on the fourth day.
-Ugor.
Hundreds of Earth Spirit Tribe members sniffed the air.
-The wind carries the scent of mud.
In four days, a hundred Earth Spirit Tribe members had died. Slightly fewer warriors than a few days ago, they raised their heads in sequence, looking beyond the plains.
-The familiar scent of earth.
-The smell we rolled in and inhaled through our mouths.
-The fragrance of Guru.
Their sense of smell was accurate.
Shortly after, an army appeared on the horizon.
About three thousand warriors, each mounted on a lion, approached. Not just the warriors, but the lions’ bodies were also engraved with strange tattoos. From a distance, it seemed as if wriggling tentacles were moving closer.
-Boo-oo-oo.
The leading warrior blew a horn. Only then did the soldiers of the multi-race coalition and the Mountain Snail Tribe warriors in Slimepolis look toward the horizon.
An army marching with the sun at their back.
-Boo-oo-oo-oo.
The horn's sound continued eerily. Among them were horns made from the Mountain Snail Tribe's shells, horns from the single horns of the Ghost Tribe, and even horns decorated with the skulls of Pure Humans and the teeth of vampires.
These were the traces of battles they had won.
At the very front of the army rode an Earth Spirit Tribe warrior mounted on an enormous white lion.
“Wow.”
Viper commented.
“That's not just a king, that’s a Demon King’s aura. Hey, King of Death. You’ve surpassed the Demonic Cult and raised a Demon King. Congratulations.”
The leader of all Earth Spirit Tribe.
The chairman of the Fire River Council led the warriors into battle.
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-Greetings to all!
Koo-woong!
A building pillar-sized axe embedded itself in the middle of the battlefield. The Earth Spirit Tribe chairman casually stepped on the axe blade. The chairman's aura-enhanced voice shook the heavens and earth.
-Bright and shining lives like stars of this world! I am the 212th chairman of the Fire River Council, Uburka!
A face brimming with dignity. Muscles rippling over his entire body. As if advertising that he had done his share of slaughter, a large scar marked one side of his face. The chairman spread his arms wide and proudly showed off the very purpose of his pectoral muscles.
-You have all worked hard living another fucked-up day of your lives!
His words didn't quite match his imposing appearance.
-Not everyone can enjoy life's blessings, but does not everyone enjoy how fucked-up life is? Though we seven races look different, we are compatriots who share the same fucked-up lot!
The fellow hunters murmured.
“What's with the Earth Spirit Tribe and 'damn' at the end of every sentence?”
“Not sure. Guess it's like 'thingy'. Could mean anything or nothing.”
“King of Death... your teaching methods are...”
I yearned for a child resembling Raviel.
No, I just want to see Raviel. Forget the child. I don't need one...
As I indulged in escapism, the Earth Spirit Tribe chairman’s speech grew more passionate.
-Indeed! We are compatriots! The soul of the Earth Spirit Tribe dwells in my left pectoral, and love for my compatriots in my right! Behold! My chest muscles bulge with soul and love!
His metaphor was awful.
It was a bit too much.
Actually seeing the bulging green muscles made me feel slightly nauseous. What was this muscle pig with muscles in his brain as well as his body? A passing orc would probably involuntarily shout, ‘Bro!’ at this muscle pig.
“Resorting to such inappropriate flirting...”
“More I see, the more he resembles the King of Death...”
“I am really not like that!”
The multi-race coalition and the Mountain Snail Tribe quietly watched the chairman from both sides of the battlefield. Despite being enemies, the expressions of soldiers from both armies were similar. They all looked as if they were staring at a madman.
-However! I! Am deeply saddened!
The madman wore an expression of deep anguish.
-Even if the Mountain Snail Tribe committed unforgivable sins six hundred years ago, how can exterminating an entire race serve as an apology? It is not right! Not proper! Not beautiful! You are even waging war here in Slimepolis, the place you call holy. It is not sacred either! We define this as a truly fucked-up situation, and hereby declare our entry into the war!
Following the chairman's declaration, Earth Spirit Tribe warriors shook their weapons up and down.
-Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
-Listen, seven races!
The leader of the madmen spoke.
-You who groaned as slaves under the Mountain Snail Tribe are not at fault! Who can blame you for wanting to avenge your ancestors? The Mountain Snail Tribe is not at fault either! Who can blame them for resisting because they do not want to be annihilated?
The multi-race coalition and the Mountain Snail Tribe stirred. Comments like, ‘What’s this madman saying?’ or ‘With all this talk about moldy creatures, has he really grown mold in his brain, Lime?’ They all collectively expressed disbelief.
-Yes! You’re not bad!
The following words silenced the seven races.
-What’s bad is the Holy Land!
All soldiers looked at the chairman's mouth in disbelief.
-There are no gods in this world. Naturally, there can be no holy land. And yet you make something called a holy land, hang all your lingering hopes upon it, and burn your convictions for it. You pour your shining lives into a bottomless hole! The holy land is to blame for all of it! Therefore, the Fire River Council has decided as follows!
-What are you talking about...?
The coalition's leaders were flustered. Paying them no mind, the Earth Spirit Tribe chairman crossed his arms and declared.
-We will destroy the Holy Land!
The leaders fell silent.
-The Holy Land can’t be shared! It only leads to more fighting! So, let's all participate in destroying it!
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-If we can’t forgive others for having it, then no one should have it. This is natural logic! Let's completely obliterate Slimepolis so that no one can occupy it or live there! Come! Seven compatriots! Let's destroy the Holy Land together and create a world of happiness for us all!
As the saying goes, a tiger never sires a dog.
The tribe I raised has returned as complete madmen.
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