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Chapter 176: My Son is Too Strong (3)

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4.

A great warrior keeps winning.

An even greater warrior, when defeated, accepts defeat gracefully.

-I lost.

The Muscle Pig was quite the great warrior.

-I am confident I won't be outdone in the total amount of Aura, but the intricacy of handling Aura is as different as heaven and earth. Ugor. It seems I've been too simplistic in my use of Aura until now.

"Don't blame yourself."

I stroked Uburka's head.

"I did not realize it on my own either. My masters passed their martial arts down to me. No matter how exceptional an individual's talent may be, it is difficult to overwhelm the accumulated history of a martial school. Behind me stands the thousand-year history of the Demonic Cult across the realm."

-Kekerkker.

"Mm."

-Dad.

"I am not even asking you to call me abeoji, but could you at least call me abi? Being called appa by someone as huge as you shakes my sense of identity."

-Understood, aebi.

"Uh... It is only one extra stroke, but the nuance has become deeply strange. Still, if you insist on calling me that, call me whatever you like..."

-Aebi, I have a question. Why have you been sitting on top of my head all this time?

"Because you're so huge, Uburka. When people see a giant like you, they want to climb on you. Humans have this innate urge to climb, you see. It's very hard for me to resist this urge."

-Indeed. Such an urge exists.

Uburka nodded his head. Shake, shake. As I was on this child's head, I naturally experienced a zero-gravity Viking ride.

This is kind of fun.

"Now that you've lost to me, just quietly listen to my advice. Of course, whether to follow it after listening is up to you. If you have a better idea, say it."

-Ugor.

"Forcing a peace negotiation won't end the chaos in the world."

I scratched Uburka's head.

"The parties involved need to be presented with a convincing negotiation plan. Not just the Mountain Snail Tribe, but the other five races need to gain some benefits too."

-What benefits can we offer them?

"It's simple. Put your own standpoint aside for now. Think from the perspective of each race. Then the answer will come."

I said.

"The Mountain Snail Tribe will welcome the peace negotiations. It means they can escape the brink of destruction. However, the solution of [destroying Slimepolis to eliminate the root of the conflict] will be hard to accept. Why do you think that is?"

-Because it's a holy site?

"Tsk, tsk. If Slimepolis is destroyed, they won't have any city to live in."

I flicked Uburka's forehead.

"It's good to overcome the crisis of destruction, but it's unsettling not to have a guaranteed future. In other words, if we can somehow alleviate this anxiety, the Mountain Snail Tribe will likely be okay with the peace negotiations."

-A new city. A new place to live.

"Exactly. It'll be painful to destroy the holy site, but well. As you said, [making it so no one can have it] will be a total annihilation. There's some emotional acceptance in that."

-I understand.

Uburka nodded his Viking head.

-We'll promise to protect the Mountain Snail Tribe if they settle in a new residence we provide. If we set up their residence near the five races, they'll feel anxious, so we should guide them to a place as far away as possible.

"That's right. That's the idea. The Mountain Snail Tribe has good technology, right? Make receiving some of their technologies a condition. Then the discontent among your Earth Spirit Tribe warriors will decrease a bit."

-Is that so?

"Specifically, it will go from 'fucking' bad to merely 'fricking' bad."

-Just that tiny spelling change alters the nuance quite a bit...

The complete elimination of discontent won't be possible.

But within the Earth Spirit Tribe, the law of the survival of the fittest is strong. They will follow the will of Uburka, the leader of the council and the top ranker. With a magical phrase like 'If you have complaints, come at me', everything can be settled.

"Uburka, your resolve to prevent a race's extinction is admirable. But if you want to live like an ignoramus, you cannot afford to be ignorant. Goodness is something you may still fail to achieve even after working your brain to the fucking limit."

-Hmm. Daddy. What do the other races need?

"I just said it."

I smiled slyly.

"Think from their perspective, won't you?"

5.

-We will help you once as well when it looks as if your people are going to be destroyed!

On a night with a full moon.

Eventually, the alliance and the Mountain Snail Tribe came to the meeting. Everyone's expression wasn't too great. It was more like they were 'dragged out' rather than just 'coming out'. Unfortunately, there weren't many armies that could withstand the Muscle Pig's red laser beam.

Under the tent where representatives of each race gathered, Chairman Uburka boldly declared.

-Look. Even the empire of the Mountain Snail Tribe, which boasted the greatest glory since the primeval forest burned, has fallen. Eternal prosperity does not exist. The alliance is currently in a good position, but someday, one of you will decline. It's an inevitable law of the world.

-.......

-The defeated race will be reduced to slaves of the victorious race. The enslaved race will repeat the humiliation of six hundred years ago, while the master race will repeat the errors the Mountain Snail Tribe committed over the past six hundred years. How tragic! Either side will be fucked, and in the end the whole world will be filled with cries of 'Fuck!'

Uburka really looked sad. In other words, he opened his mouth wide, bared his fangs, scrunched his eyebrows tightly, and twitched his nose.

There weren't many attitudes people could take when the strongest hobgoblin made such a face.

-Hmm. Umm....

The vampire spoke cautiously.

-So, you mean you'll help us in the future, just like you're helping the Mountain Snail Tribe now?

-Yes. When you're in danger of destruction. I, Uburka, promise in the name of the chairman of the Fire River Council. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

-Excuse me, but is there any guarantee that this promise will be passed down through generations?

-There isn't.

-Then, sorry, but this discussion is....

Uburka grabbed his axe handle. Startled. The representatives shrank back like frightened deer.

-There isn't, so let's create it now.

-What?

-Wait here.

Chairman Uburka slowly approached the Earth Spirit Tribe warriors. The warriors had gathered around the tent where the meeting was held.

-Hear me, members of the Fire River Council! From now on, I will negotiate peace in the name of the council. If any of the races gathered here face the threat of extinction, we will help them.

The warriors looked at each other blankly.

Among them, one who seemed to have some seniority spoke up.

-Do as you wish, Chairman.

-This promise will remain valid even after I die.

-Uh? How can that be?

-Because you are all about to swear, [My grandchildren will never break the promise I made]. If your descendants break the promise you make with me, those descendants will be unfilial bastards.

-What if we don't want to swear?

-Then beat me.

-Damn.

The experienced warrior cursed and raised his spear.

-I oppose this agenda! My name is Urk. I am descended from the great warrior Gorgir, who played with Kekerkker. I rank forty-ninth in the Fire River Council, and I am the elder brother of Urmu, who died honorably in a duel during this war!

Chairman Uburka casually slung his axe over his shoulder.

-Nice muscles. I'll beat you up just enough not to kill you.

The experienced warrior got nicely beaten up.

-Guuwek!

Uburka's punch landed squarely in the warrior's abdomen, and the warrior exhibited the contents of his meal for the world to see.

The exhibit was titled [Two Fish & A Bit of Centipede Chicken]. A piece notable for its thin gastric juices and thick chunks.

The fellow Earth Spirit Tribe members trembled with emotion as they witnessed this great work of art.

-Still brutally strong...

-What on earth does the chairman eat to be so monstrous!

-A double-digit ranker blown away in one hit. Unbelievable.

-He seems even stronger than before the war...?

-I think this agenda is excellent, Chairman! The Chairman is our tribe's blessing and glory! Long live the Chairman!

-Who was that just now?

-A filthy sycophant.

-Get rid of the sycophant!

Several more warriors stepped forward to duel over the agenda. Some were ranked around one hundred, and one was ranked sixth. Yet not one of them could make Uburka resort to his axe. Every last one went down to a single punch.

When the number of nicely beaten-up warriors reached 33, the Earth Spirit Tribe had to unanimously sing in one voice, one syllable.

-Damn...

-Damn...

Uburka put down his axe and crossed his arms.

-Weak. Why so weak? It's almost pitiful to hit you. Pitiful beings, agree to this agenda before I feel even more sorry for you.

A great warrior keeps winning. An even greater warrior, when defeated, accepts defeat gracefully. In that sense, the Earth Spirit Tribe members were great warriors.

-We agree.

-We agree, Ugor.

-If anyone opposes, shout out now.

Silence.

Only the campfires crackled quietly here and there. Every council member of the Fire River Council, every warrior who had gone to war, had expressed agreement.

Uburka surveyed the surroundings and nodded his head.

-Good. As Chairman of Fire and River, I declare that the agenda [If one of the six races faces the threat of extinction, we will help that race] has passed unanimously. Those who shouted their approval, those who remained silent when asked to oppose it, and all their descendants may not defy this resolution. Everyone, swear upon the sacred earth.

Uburka hit the ground three times with his axe handle.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The Earth Spirit Tribe warriors also silently raised their weapons and struck the ground three times.

-Hmm.

Uburka returned to the meeting tent and sat down.

The representatives of the six races stared blankly at Uburka.

Uburka, arms crossed, faced the representatives.

-I have ensured our promise will be passed down through generations.

-.......

-Any more questions?

-.......

The vampire respectfully bowed their head.

-It's sufficient. I have no more questions.

One bowed, and another raised their head high. It was the representative of the Ghost Tribe. The one-horned dokkaebi, displeased about something, wore a fierce expression.

-Hey, moldy. Are you really that strong?

-Stronger than your father.

-This son of a...

-You're mistaken. We're not sons of dogs. Kekerkker descended in a lion's body. Therefore, we are lion's children, and dogs' children would be more fitting for the Mountain Snail Tribe over there. Disappointing you don't know such basic racial knowledge. Correct yourself to lion's children.

-What? What? Da-, anyway!

The Ghost Tribe representative drew their sword.

-We came here, pouring the grain our people worked hard for. And now, you tell us to retreat with [We'll help you once in a crisis]? No! What about the grains and seeds already lost to the void!

-What do you want to do?

-Compensate!

-We're not exactly a prosperous race ourselves. We take pride in living day by day. Even if we wanted to compensate, we couldn't.

-Then I can't negotiate!

-Ugor, that's not it.

Chairman Uburka stroked his chin.

-What you're really worried about is something else.

-What?

-The problem is returning with no achievements despite massive expenditures. The lords and landlords who were extorted by you will complain, and beyond complaining, they might even revolt. As a result, you'll lose power. If you're unlucky, you'll lose your head. Isn't that what you're worried about?

Uburka plausibly recited the words I had taught him in the dream. Faced with a statement they had never expected, the Ghost Tribe representative stammered in confusion.

-No. That is...

-Just once. If a rebellion occurs in your country, I will personally go and help.

-.......

-This won't be an official agenda. It's a personal commitment. I alone, with one axe and twelve spears, can easily handle a bunch of rebels. How about it? Will you join in destroying the holy site?

Uburka bared his fangs.

-If you still need an excuse, come at me. Saying you were defeated in a duel will serve as an excuse to your Ghost Tribe as well.

-You, you...

The Ghost Tribe representative, red-faced, raised their sword.

-Alright! Let's duel! If you think I'll go easy, you're gravely mistaken!

-If you think I won't go easy on you, that's a real mistake. I'll go somewhat easy.

The Ghost Tribe representative was suitably beaten up. Their single horn bent at a suitable angle, their nose broke revealing a suitable curve, and a few teeth fell out, making their appearance suitable. Becoming the embodiment of suitability, the representative of the Ghost Tribe groaned, upside down in a hole (also at a suitable angle).

-Damn... bastard....

Uburka smiled contentedly.

-Now you look like a warrior!

When a person is upside down in a hole, there's not much to say.

That night, representatives of the seven races signed the peace agreement.

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