I'm the Only Totem in Another World - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Tribe (1)

“This is the Blue Moss Tribe. It’s not far from the altar where we serve Malak-nim.”

The appearance of the tribe seen through Paya’s eyes… wasn’t beautiful or magnificent, to put it mildly.

Should I say it’s like the residential tents used by Native Americans? A house with a triangular wooden frame covered with the hide of an unknown animal and a thick tree in the center acting as a pillar.

It was close to a tent village where such houses were clustered in a circle.

“It’s quite nice, right? Everyone is living diligently.”

I hear Paya’s voice filled with pride.

━ I see.

If I said something like, ‘Why didn’t you live more diligently?’ Paya might cry. Let’s just gloss over it.

It’s not like people always have to live honestly.

“Pr, Priestess-nim! One of your eyes is shining blue!”

“Are you alright?”

Several tribal warriors rush towards Paya.

“I’m fine. Malak-kke is with me right now.”

“Ah… I see!”

“Are you receiving a divine possession?”

“Yes. I need to show Malak-nim the tribe, so please excuse me.”

Paya nodded and left.

So, the eyes of a person receiving a divine possession shine blue.

Wait, one eye shining blue?

This is totally Wow! Sanz… Ha, no one would get this joke even if I made it.

I killed my comedic instincts and observed the tribe with Paya.

The fence protecting the tribe was also tightly woven, and there were spaces for raising livestock and something like a field… but to modern eyes, it just looked like a space created for a primitive era experience.

━ Hmm?

There’s one peculiar space. It’s not a triangular leather tent like the other houses, but a square wooden building.

━ What’s that place for?

“Ah, we built it new this year. Would you like to see it?”

━ Sure.

As I entered the building, the distinct smell of animals suddenly hit me. The raw, unadulterated smell.

Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck!

Bak, bak, bak, bak, bak, bak, bak, bak!

The sound of the animal I ate the most on Earth.

━ Hmm.

This place where colorful birds are diligently laying eggs in wooden boxes…

What the, it’s a chicken coop.

“It’s the House of Feathers. It’s a space optimized for obtaining bird meat and eggs. It was built under my direction.”

House of Feathers?

━ Isn’t it a chicken coop?

“W-well, you could see it that way. It was certainly inspired by the chicken coops used by civilized people.”

It’s not inspired by a chicken coop, it just is a chicken coop.

“…But I’ve reinterpreted it in my own way and considered the geographical characteristics of the Blue Moss Tribe, so it’s not exactly a chicken coop.”

But it’s a chicken coop. Why can’t you just say it’s a chicken coop? She’s stubborn in strange ways.

She understands the need for the technology used by civilized people, but can’t easily accept it because she hates them? I think I understand this complex feeling.

I’ve also seen many people who boycott a certain company while diligently using their products at home.

━ Alright. Let’s not look at the House of Feathers anymore.

Let’s just say we’ve confirmed that there’s a way to consistently supply nutrients.

“Yes, is there anything else you’d like to see?”

━ I want to see the children. Healthy children would be even better.

It might sound strange, but my intentions are pure.

There’s also the 3B rule, which is said to be the rule for advertisements that always succeed.

Baby, Beauty, Beast.

The three elements that are best at touching people’s hearts and appealing to most people. Naturally, it works on me too.

As you know, I had to develop affection for this world, for the tribe I have to protect.

I don’t expect much from beauty and beast since it’s a barbarian tribe, but I have a simple expectation that the children might grow up beautifully even in this environment.

Above all, there’s nothing more fitting than a child to evoke the word ‘protect.’

I need to see the children for my motivation.

“Children! I know a place Malak-nim will like.”

The place Paya guided me to was located in the center of the tribe, a round space filled with sand. It somehow reminded me of an old elementary school playground…

“Hiya!”

“Hyah!”

No, what the!!! The kids in the playground are throwing axes at each other?!

━ What are you doing!

I was so surprised I asked with an exclamation mark.

“They are children who will grow into warriors. After their coming-of-age ceremony, they will run through the mountains shouting Malak-nim’s name.”

No, even so. Is it okay to train children this young?

━ Isn’t that training too dangerous?

I was about to say, ‘It might not be good for the growth plates of growing children,’ but I held back. It seemed like too trivial a thing for a god to say.

“It’s not training, it’s play. They develop trust and a sense of balance by exchanging axes.”

No, how is that play? Trust, what, a bond with the axe or something? Are they using soul weapons?

“Ah, the training will begin soon. Malak-ssi, please watch the brave warrior candidates.”

The children who threw the axes on the ground pulled out sharp bone daggers from belts that looked like waistbands.

“You filthy civilized person! Die!”

“I’ll cut off your head and offer it to the altar!”

“Rip and kill!”

“I’ll kill you and drink your mother’s blood!”

“Then I’ll resurrect your ancestors buried in the ground and kill them too!”

“I’ll tear you limb from limb and feed you to the wolves━!”

Swish. Swish, swish. Swish, swish, swish. Swish, swish. Swish, swish, swish.

A feast of knives unfolding in an instant.

I almost fainted.

* * * * * *

To put it bluntly, the ‘I hope you get along with the Blue Moss Tribe~’ project was a bit ambiguous as a success.

I think there’s still a psychological distance. Of course, I don’t misunderstand them.

It’s a barren land, and it’s a dangerous situation where demons could attack at any time, so it’s right to train even young children. I can understand.

Regardless of understanding, the shock I felt, having grown up sucking on the warm nipple of ‘modern society,’ was too great.

The sight of middle school-aged children glaring at each other and wielding knives… it’s not easy to get used to.

Especially the way they were going crazy shouting, ‘Malak-nim is watching!’ at Paya’s words… It was the very definition of terrifying barbarians.

It seems like it will take some time to adapt to this culture.

“-In that sense, Malak-nim is special. Born from water, crawling on land, and ascending to the sky, your divinity is different compared to other Loa-nims. You don’t stay in one specific place, but roam around various places.”

━ I see.

Divine possession consumes quite a bit of mental energy, so I released it a while ago. I’m back to the dragon totem.

Right now, it’s Paya’s lecture time, which I’m half-listening to.

I was the one who told her to tell me various information because my memory is incomplete right now, but Paya really gave me various ‘trivial’ information.

I listened carefully at first, but I realized that most of it was useless information to me, so I’m half-listening now.

Most of Paya’s talk was about how great I am and what it means for a Loa to descend on this land after hundreds of years.

[Community View]

Click.

So, wouldn’t it be inevitable for me to enter the community?

After using divine possession, I can move my hands and feet. Not the hands and feet of the dragon totem, but the hands and feet in this virtual space.

It’s literally an invisible body.

Maybe I got a virtual body because I experienced a human body once through Paya’s body? That’s my theory.

I’ve diligently read the past posts for a week, so let’s take a look at the latest posts.

[Skynet: I am Skynet, an artificial intelligence and supercomputer from the 23rd century.

I will answer any questions you have with my perfect quantum artificial brain.

Ask me anything.]

Oh, there’s an interesting one.

Is this a user with an AlphaGo concept? The nickname Skynet is a perfect fit.

I checked the comments.

[Not a Netkama: Another concept nerd has joined. There are enough of them, I wish a normal person would come.]

[Love Death Cat: (Observing the newbie with curiosity) Meow, meow, meow…!]

[Seonggiseonggisa: Hi hi AI friend~! Don’t try to conquer the world. Okay~?]

[Shotgun Attack: Explain .]

ㄴ [Skynet: The game ‘Paladin Survival’ is an RPG survival genre game.

This game provides the experience of surviving as a paladin, fighting against the forces of darkness. Players go on adventures, complete quests, level up, and improve their abilities and equipment.

Players can explore various areas such as cities, towns, dungeons, and forests, complete quests, and gain experience points and rewards through battles with monsters. In this process, the protagonist can acquire various weapons, armor, magic items, etc. to strengthen their abilities and develop the character’s combat skills and characteristics.

In addition, the game offers various content to provide players with a variety of challenges and fun. For example, through various activities such as dungeon exploration, boss battles, PVP matches, and events, players can compete or cooperate with other players in the game world to obtain more powerful equipment and rewards.

The game can have multiple endings depending on the player’s choices and actions, and the player’s decisions can affect the flow of the story and the surrounding NPCs. The player’s strategy and role-playing ability will affect the outcome of the game.]

ㄴ [Shotgun Attack: Yeah, a typical stupid AI answer~ Are you 23 years old, not from the 23rd century? I’m an idiot for expecting anything.]

ㄴ [Goollreu: LOL Even here, a concept nerd is still a concept nerd. What else is new?]

Wait, it’s not AlphaGo, but Chat GPT?