I'm the Only Totem in Another World - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Golden Sun Tribe (1)

A vast plain, much like the Serengeti grasslands I saw on TV.

Barbarians on horseback spotted us, exhausted and sprawled out as we traveled.

“You seem to be a tribe from elsewhere. What brings you here?”

Unlike other tribes that were a mix of Barbarian and Native American, these resembled nomadic people.

I don’t mean they were of East Asian descent, but rather their atmosphere and attire.

“I am Nix, Chieftain and Priestess of the Sky Tree Tribe. Are you the Golden Sun Tribe?”

Nix, the most composed among us, asked.

“Chieftain Nix of the Sky Tree Tribe, we are the Golden Sun Tribe. What is your business?”

“The Loa guided us here. Malak-nim.”

Nix held up Totem No. 2.

I felt like Simba from the LiXon King.

━ Warriors of the Golden Sun Tribe, I am Loa Malak.

“Lo, Loa Malak? This divine aura! It truly is Malak-nim! Warrior Paku! Bring these people something to drink and eat at once!”

As expected, a free pass.

Nix, still the most composed, explained our situation, and we were welcomed into the Golden Sun Tribe with the utmost hospitality.

The Golden Sun Tribe was simply on a different scale.

The size of the tribe alone was hundreds of times larger than the Blue Moss Tribe.

Dozens of warriors were all mounted on horses, and hundreds of other soldiers were all armed with spears.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call them a small nation.

They are certainly the top tribe. As expected of the Golden Sun Tribe, no, the Golden Sun Tribe.

They deserve to have the two powerful words ‘Golden’ and ‘Sun’ in their name.

Nix entered the Chieftain’s tent with Totem No. 2.

The Chieftain of the Golden Sun Tribe was a middle-aged man with a goatee.

He had a trained body, but not the insane physique like Kanto. More like Bruce Lee’s lean muscle type?

“Malak-nim! I never thought the day would come when I would meet a Loa in person!”

What’s this all of a sudden? The middle-aged man with hawk-like eyes is approaching Totem No. 2 with a wide smile and kneeling.

A middle-aged man acting like a child with joy. Honestly, I didn’t want to see this.

“I am Tur, Chieftain of the Golden Sun Tribe and son of Matu and Ita!”

As soon as Tur finished his greeting, a masked man who was behind him rushed out and knelt.

It was a mask decorated with feathers, horns, and trinkets, giving off a voodoo shaman vibe.

“I, I am Bojak, Priest of the Golden Sun Tribe and son of Rami and Jaroon! It is an honor to meet you!”

[Bojak has become a follower.]

Judging by his voice alone, he sounds like a man in his 60s or 70s. Maybe a bit younger than Muri, the Priestess of the Brown Rock Tribe, or around the same age.

━ Chieftain Tur and Priest Bojak, thank you for welcoming the Sky Tree Tribe. I have heard much about the Golden Sun Tribe. You are as magnificent as I’ve heard.

Tur and Bojak. Together, they’re Turbojak.

“Oooooh!!!”

“Malak-nim!”

This sight of a middle-aged and an elderly man tearing up while looking at Totem No. 2… It’s quite unfamiliar.

It reminds me of an otaku rejoicing over their favorite character figure.

Truly, the ultimate bias totem.

“Ah, if only my father were here, he would have been so happy!”

“This craftsmanship… It’s the work of Muri, the Priestess of the Brown Rock Tribe…! There’s no one as talented as her when it comes to totem making.”

“Ah, Priestess Muri! It was her work! I received so much help from her when I was young! Hahaha!”

Seeing no end to the two men’s commotion, Nix stepped forward.

“I am Nix, Chieftain and Priestess of the Sky Tree Tribe. Thank you for accepting our tribe.”

“Ahem. Chieftain Nix of the Sky Tree Tribe, welcome to our Golden Sun Tribe. I heard you had a difficult journey. We’ll hear the details tomorrow. Get some rest today.”

Tur, suddenly calm, instructed a warrior to guide Nix to her lodging.

I introduced myself to Tur and Bojak.

I descended to the surface at great cost. Therefore, I have lost much of my power, and to replenish it, you must diligently hunt demons.

Build a large totem here. Then you will receive even greater blessings than what you receive from this Totem No. 2.

Do not be overly hostile towards civilized people or Paladins. They are also essential to overcoming the apocalypse.

Things like that.

I should make a separate manual later. It’s getting tiring doing the same thing every time I meet a new tribe.

“A totem… There is a good place for it.”

Bojak carefully lifted Totem No. 2 and went outside. Tur, nodding as if he understood, followed.

The two men led me to a wolf totem that stood over two meters tall.

A Loa in the form of a wolf. This is Rakan.

I think I heard that the tribes living on the grasslands all worship Rakan.

Tur, watching the Rakan totem with a complicated expression, called over some nearby warriors.

“What are you all doing! Move Rakan-nim to another location!”

How should I put it, it was a look filled with both love and hate.

“Yes, sir!”

The warriors, following the order, tied the Rakan totem tightly with ropes and dropped it to the ground.

Not directly onto the ground, but onto something like a cart.

Rake’s dad figure, collapsing limply.

“Ch, Chieftain-nim. Is this really alright? He’s a Loa who has protected our tribe for hundreds of years.”

A woman watched the Rakan totem being loaded onto the cart with unease.

Tur shook his head.

“It is disrespectful not to offer this place to the one who descended to this land for our sake.”

…I understand to some extent.

Perhaps Tur was disappointed in Rakan, who remained silent despite his repeated requests for help.

The faces of the warriors carrying the Rakan totem were also tinged with bitterness and regret.

Somehow, I ended up NTR-ing Rakan’s followers. I’m the real Golden Sun, not him.

Well, I consider it all Rakan’s karma.

Rake also hated Rakan immensely. Of course, she wouldn’t like him after he made her unable to see her mother’s face and caused her to be ostracized from the village because of him.

If we were to compare him to a human, Rakan would be the guy who raped a girl as soon as she became an adult and then ran away. The woman gave birth and died from illness, but he never showed his face.

It’s only natural for her daughter to hate Rakan.

Thinking about it again, he really was a wolf-like bastard.

Because of bastards like him existing as Loa, ‘perpetrators who were once victims’ like Necromancer Karon also emerge.

“This is a sacred place passed down since ancient times. We will erect Malak-nim’s totem here. With the help of other priests, we can make it truly magnificent!”

Priest Bojak exclaimed confidently.

“The reason why this place is a prime location is…!”

Ah, I’m tired and exhausted from being the Sky Tree Tribe’s navigator for days.

Grandpa, I’m tired.

* * * * * *

The long and tiring explanation session is over.

It was decided that I would occasionally visit and assist the Golden Sun Tribe, which has now become the Tribal Federation’s Branch No. 1 (it’s a secret that it’s bigger than the headquarters).

I also left them with the message to not stir up the demons too much and to attack nearby areas gradually, just in case.

In any case, I can now collect points from other places as well.

We turned the Sky Tree Tribe’s crisis into an opportunity for our Tribal Federation.

Later, I told Rake, Kanto, and Paya about my heroic tales.

‘Malak-nim will regain his strength faster. That’s a relief. Seeing the real Malak-nim someday might not just be a dream anymore.’

‘Hahaha! As expected of Malak-nim!’

‘Maybe someday we can meet people from other tribes too?’

I was proud of their positive reactions.

Grandma Muri was recuperating, so I couldn’t call her to Totem No. 1. As she’s quite old, her recovery is the priority.

She has done her part by making two mini totems.

I am currently back in Totem No. 3, watching the Tribal Federation leaders eat.

“It’s been five years since the demons appeared in the world. The Empire, after losing its capital, didn’t last a year.”

Harry poked a well-cooked lizard with his fork.

“Grandpa and I stayed in a personal shelter for four years.”

Luna said as she popped a scorpion from the stew into her mouth.

It was called a meal, but it was more like an information gathering session, listening to what Harry and Luna had gone through.

Rake, perhaps trying not to interrupt my conversation, sat quietly, only glancing at me while picking at her food, and Kanto was focused solely on eating.

“Chomp chomp. It’s more tender and soft today.”

This Kanto bastard has no intention of listening. He’s like those athletic guys you often see in school, sleeping during class.

His brain must be the size of a cookie. A Kancho-like bastard.

Paya, seemingly fascinated by this conversation, listened with sparkling eyes.

━ Then you wouldn’t know much about what happened during those four years.

“It’s not like I know nothing. I exchanged letters with other professors from the same university and fellow Golem scholars through magic. Even that stopped after two years, though.”

━ Do you know why the demons appeared in the world?

Harry’s expression darkened.

“I heard that the Empire summoned them while conducting some kind of experiment. …I have a guess, but it’s all speculation.”

━ Tell me.

“At the time, the Emperor of the Empire didn’t view the goddess Ishtania and the forces of the cathedral that served her favorably. He believed that the power and authority that should be concentrated on him were being dispersed.

So, I wonder if he opened a dimensional gate to find a force to counter the goddess and ended up summoning the demons.”

Did he try to use a strategy of ‘using barbarians to control barbarians’ and end up being taken over instead?

The story of a nation that brought in a third force and got backstabbed, leading to its downfall, is common in Earth’s history as well.

━ Is it true that the demons will perish if the dimensional gate is closed?

Now for the main topic.

We need to find out if the information George’s raiding party discovered last is accurate.