I'm the Only Totem in Another World - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Barbarian Favorability Farming (3)

Name: Rake. Meaning: Daughter of Rakan and Nike.

Current Position: Chieftain of the Brown Rock Tribe.

Rakan is the name of the Loa of the grasslands worshipped by the Brown Rock Tribe, and it takes the form of a black wolf.

Her mother was a child abandoned in the grasslands by civilized people. A kind member of the Brown Rock Tribe took her in and raised her because they couldn’t bear to see a child die. On the day she became an adult, the Loa Rakan suddenly appeared in her dream and impregnated her.

As if Rake’s mother’s words were true, Rake has shown superhuman abilities since she was young, and as soon as she became an adult, she challenged the chieftain and took his place.

This is Rake’s background as I heard it from Kanto and Paya.

She sounds like the main character in some heroic legend.

It’s so unrealistic that it’s hard to believe at face value.

[Okay. I found a way to help you. Don’t worry too much.]

I sent a message to reassure the Netkama.

Rake’s destination is the Blue Moss Tribe here. She’ll probably bring the sacrifice (Not a Netkama) for me too.

Anyway, everything is under my control. I just need to handle it well.

[Not a Netkama: Thank you so much.]

[Not a Netkama: I’ll repay you handsomely later.]

[Forget the reward, just participate in my ‘Barbarian Favorability Farming’ project.]

[Not a Netkama: …I’m being beaten by barbarians and about to be sacrificed?]

[At least you’re not dead, right?]

[Not a Netkama: How old were you on Earth? Is that how you normally talk?]

Look at him getting angry again.

This is why he has no friends to help him even when he’s captured.

And what’s wrong with my way of talking? Isn’t this the average online speech style?

Anyway, I don’t have time to listen to Netkama’s complaints. Let’s think about why I should release this guy.

The situation has changed. It’s not a dangerous situation, but one that I can handle if I play my cards right.

So I can’t give them any hint that I’m a Loa.

Paladins shouldn’t know about the existence of Loa at this point.

If a powerful Paladin who considers barbarians a threat targets us, we’ll be helpless. I’m still weak and need to get stronger.

It would be better to reveal myself to the world after I’ve built a force capable of defeating at least mid-level demons.

For now, let’s order Kanto and Paya to prevent Not a Netkama from reaching the altar.

━ Rake is bringing a sacrifice. I don’t need a sacrifice right now. Make sure she doesn’t even get close to the altar.

“Oh! Can you see the Brown Rock Tribe coming too? Understood! When the tribe arrives, I’ll have the sacrifice locked up somewhere else!”

Kanto laughed heartily. This guy always seems cheerful.

* * * * * *

The Brown Rock Tribe arrived 13 days later.

While waiting, I had nothing much to do, so I kept posting on the community to increase barbarian favorability.

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: Barbarian girl who was exiled for standing up to the tribe for me.]

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: Obsessed with the barbarian girl the tribe exiled.]

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: Barbarian girl doesn’t hide her talent at all.]

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: Tall Daddy of the shaman genius barbarian girl.]

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: The girl waited in the rye field as a watchman.]

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: Omniscient Paladin’s Point of View.]

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: About how the exiled girl became the tribe’s savior.]

It seems like it’s become a great story as I wrote it.

Although there wasn’t a heated response like the first time, I still gained some users who supported me.

[Close-Range Spy: Next chapter quickly! Show us the sex scene!]

[I Trusted the Monkey Man but: Wakyapaheok LOLOLOL.]

[Brahmanda: It doesn’t matter if this story is true or not. The development is more interesting than Ninja Massacre. I’m already hooked. No, I’ve become a barbarian enthusiast.]

[Morning Tent Erection Knight: Reading your posts makes me happy and painful. It makes me forget reality while I’m reading, but after I finish, I’m thrown back into reality. I’m laughing and crying right now.]

[Not a Netkama: Haha, it’s really fun.]

Ha, this Not a Netkama guy. I told him to respond subtly, but he’s leaving comments so halfheartedly.

I need to give him a warning about this.

“The entrance of the tribe is noisy. I’ll go check it out.”

Kanto greeted the visitors who arrived at the Blue Moss Tribe, and the warriors of the Blue Moss Tribe, following Kanto’s order, restrained and imprisoned the captured prisoner as a sacrifice.

Should I ask?

[How is it?]

[Not a Netkama: I can’t see well because my face is covered, but I’ve been thrown into some place.]

[Congrats congrats. Now you’ll definitely survive.]

[Not a Netkama: Did the talk go well?]

[Yeah, of course. It’s just a matter of time now. You’ll be locked up for a few more days, but I’ll do my best to resolve it quickly.]

[Not a Netkama: ㅠㅠㅠ]

[Not a Netkama: Sorry I didn’t tell you how to change your nickname back then. Actually, I didn’t know either. I’ve been a bit harsh with my words, haven’t I?]

Why is he acting like this all of a sudden? It’s creepy.

[Forget it, just get some sleep.]

I have to greet the guests now.

“Rake, daughter of Rakan and Nike, and chieftain of the Brown Rock Tribe.”

“…Kanto, son of Pind and Ulla, and chieftain of the Blue Moss Tribe.”

“Paya, daughter of Pind and Ulla, and priestess of the Blue Moss Tribe.”

“I am Muri, daughter of Dokin and Muta, and priestess of the Brown Rock Tribe. Nice to meet you, young friends.”

I checked the new faces.

The young woman with black hair tied in a ponytail is Rake.

She’s a person of interest and the chieftain of the newly joined tribe.

She’s a chic and haughty beauty, who looks to be in her early to mid-20s. As Kanto and Not a Netkama said, she’s tall like a model and has bright yellow eyes like an animal.

She might be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her visuals are enough to make my ex-girlfriend look like a primate or a cuttlefish.

She’s probably around 180cm tall. Her face is small and her limbs are long, so she might look even taller.

The aura or charisma she exudes from her appearance is no joke, and she doesn’t lose out even to the large Kanto standing right in front of her. It even seems like she’s overwhelming him.

Next to her is an old woman with gray hair, covered in a shabby cloak. Priestess Muri. She has the appearance of a kind grandmother you might see in the countryside.

More importantly, this woman Rake… she’s wearing Paladin armor. She must have stripped it off him. She’s not wearing the full set, just the shoulder pads, cloak, and shoes.

Her top and bottom are the barbarian’s unique underwear-like clothes, so her fair skin is exposed. Her small, well-defined abs stand out, but it’s not too revealing.

“Excuse me.”

Rake, wearing the clothes of her Paladin friend (probably Not a Netkama), passed by Kanto and approached me.

Ah, what should I say? I’ve never talked to such a beautiful woman before.

The moment I met her softly glowing yellow eyes, I felt a strange familiarity and comfort.

It’s hard to explain because it’s so instinctive, but it’s a similar feeling. A sense of kinship?

Maybe this woman really is a Loa hybrid.

“…Oh my. A real Loa. A Loa is right in front of me. A real Loa.”

Rake, with her pupils dilated, murmured as if whispering. Her expression and voice are dreamy.

Did this woman feel something like I did?

Rake, who approached me in an instant, gently stroked me.

I can feel a warm and soft touch. Wait a minute. I can feel a touch?

I’m a totem right now?

My confusion was short-lived as Kanto, who was watching, shouted.

“Chieftain Rake! What are you doing all of a sudden!”

“I am Rake, daughter of Rakan and Nike, and chieftain of the Brown Rock Tribe. I hope this action isn’t disrespectful.”

Rake answered without even looking at Kanto.

━ It’s fine.

It was so sudden that I answered reflexively. I was surprised by the physical contact after a long time.

“You’re the newly awakened Loa, Malak-nim, right?”

━ That’s right.

“You’re the only one who has come down for us, Malak-nim. The one who truly loves us.”

Rake, who was slowly stroking my body, or rather the totem, sat down on the chair next to me.

It’s the chair Paya used to sit on when she cleaned my body.

“Th-that’s… hiccup.”

Paya hiccuped while speaking.

“You said you haven’t been awake on Earth for long, right?”

━ That’s right.

“I heard you’ve also lost most of your memory. It must have been painful. How long has it been since you woke up?”

━ A few months.

“It must have been very difficult. I wish you had come to our tribe.”

━ The Blue Moss Tribe is a good place too.

“You’re so kind.”

It’s scary how much she’s praising me.

Rake got up from the chair and slowly knelt in front of me.

“I’ve waited only for this moment. I am yours. Now that I’m here, don’t worry about anything.”

Rake smiled brightly.

[Rake has become a follower.]

Huh?

[Name: Malak]

━ Blessings Available: Healing Totem (Intermediate), Divine Possession

━ Points Available: 240

━ Followers: Paya, Rake

━ Enter Community

…What’s with this woman? She’s scary.