3.
I accidentally closed my eyes when I stepped forward.
“Grunt.”
The darkness of the cave was dark. It was dramatic as long as it was dark. Every step of the way, a single beam of light seems illuminated.
The light has fallen upon us.
-Kee, Kerr!
Goblins shake their heads quickly. The long-lasting cave life spoiled the period of the designated tribe. Thin eyelids. Enlarged eyes. Goblins are weakened by the light.
For a while, we walked down the back of our feet.
-.......
The wind blows.
The next moment, the sunset unfolds.
- The sky...
The Goblins muttered nonchalantly.
The outside world is already dinner.
The grease from the sunset flows red.
- The sky is red.
Slaves were born and looked up at the endless sky for the first time. It would be a natural right for a human to be born and look up at the sky, but for the slaves in the cave, it was the first luxury I had since I was born.
- It's true what the elders say. Heaven.
- Why is the sky red? Glug. Is it bleeding?
- Red...
- The world is on fire.
I was dumbfounded.I was scared. Or, because of the joys of the unknown, the Goblins chatted. They looked around and saw the world.
[Designated tribes are freed from slavery.]
[Status of the Designated Clan is changing!]
The letters came to mind before my eyes.
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[Designated Clan]
Extinction Grade: B (Risk Caution)
Proverbs: ‘We are fire. ’
Description: Designated tribes are factions with all abilities spanning the sub-sphere. Individual abilities of designated tribes are insignificant. That's why they become a colony and unite!
The designators developed very few letters. These characters range from the most humble to the most noble, and are known by all the designators. Minimum language. Minimum characters. Knowledge does not divide a given tribe.
‘We are fire. ’
Fire always burns as one, even though it burns on multiple fronts. Designated tribes have devised many cultures to become one.
They hold gatherings on darker nights than in the light of day. The appearance of the designated tribe is buried in darkness and individually individually indistinguishable. As such, all the designees who participated in the rally speak "anonymously."
Keep the designated fire burning!
Characteristics: [Bloodshed ()], [Guru], [Legacy of Records], [Greedy Armor ()]
Evolver: unknown. There are two evolutions in total.
Tinnitus: Goblin et al.
Attention! These traits are in danger of disappearing.
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‘Ah, I see. ’
I narrowed it down.
‘The death of a priest puts [bloodshed] at risk. ’
The messenger shrugs.
- Well, in addition to knowing how to write an error, you have to write a red one. It's tricky.
‘But... Hmm. What should I do with the error first?
- Is there a way? If you want to come to the Civilization Store, you have to come and buy it.
‘Yes, it is. So I'm going to buy something else. ’
I thought.
‘Civilization Store is open. ’
Bloop.
An item on display has appeared in the store.
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[Trust Message] - 20p
- 40p
[Appear in Dream] - 100p
[Hunting] - 5p
[Bronze Grade Settlement Search] -80p
[Tribal General (Draw)] - 100P
[Brass Class Technology Invention (Draw)] - 1.000P
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I bought an item I've never used before
"I'll buy one [Appearance in Dream] item. ’
I heard the effect of chopping and dropping coins.
[Buy ‘Appear in Dream’.]
[100 Faction Points will be consumed!]
[You currently have 70 Race Points.]
‘Okay.’
A Goblin using this item was also in mind.
I looked back at a young Goblin.
The Goblin who fell asleep as a pillow on his own people's butt was named Gorke.
"Clear water." ’
Gorge, a Goblin named Clear Water, mutters in his sleep.
- Ketug.
Vee.
- Glug.
Mud.
- Guru.
I stared quietly at Gorge, who fell asleep drawing somewhere other than here.
Item has been used.
‘[Appears in dream]. ’
Paaaaaaaah!
Your vision twists and you feel faint.
4.
After a while, I was standing in the middle of the field.
“Hoho?”
There was no end to the field. Shoot me. It's raining on that endless field. The field that drank the rainwater became thicker and darker.
Gorge lies facedown in the middle of a mud field.
The raindrops drenched Gorge's mouth.
- Gorr. Gorr.
Gorge happily swallowed the rain.
The face of wanting nothing more in this world.
That was the view in the dream of a young Goblin painting his hometown.
“Indeed…."
I was convinced in many ways.
“Goblins and humans and desires are no different. ”
- Glug?
Did you hear my voice?
Gorge unsheathes his pillow and swipes his head.
- Who is it?
“Can you hear me? Can you see me? Gorké.”
- Gor...? Sunbae?
Gorge tilts his head with a puffy face.
I took myself as seriously and solemnly as possible.
“He's not a saint. Poor kid.My name is Ketugger. He is the white lion who receives you in holiness and leads you to the grave, the home of promise. ”
- Glug...? Glug glug? This is ridiculous!
Gorge snorts. Kfu-home! The Goblin's nose is as big as his nose, making a fart sound as powerful as the one he actually farted.
- Keketruecker is a lion. He has a beautiful mane and boasts thick hide. But who are you? I thought all that skinny black hair and skinny skin was gone. Ketugger wasn't as ugly as you!
“No, this motherfucker? ”
Bloop? What's that supposed to mean?
“It means digging a hole in the ground and throwing it upside down from its head. ”
- Yi, you have a filthy mouth. Ker. there can't be a white lion as vulgar as you!
“Gorge. I taught you the texts. I taught you how to hunt. Since I'm a Ketugger and I'm a Ketugger, how can I be suspicious? ”
- Show me the proof!
“Good.”
I dug a hole in the mud.
Then he grabbed Gorge's ankle and drove it from his head to a hole in the ground.
“Now you see some evidence in your eyes? ”
- Kerr? Evil! The Devil is here!
“What? You can't see it? I can't help it. I'm going to show you more evidence because I think I can lean on you. ”
I took a handful of mud and put it in the hole.
It was still raining. Mud and rain mixed together, Gorge truly made a whole body mudpack.
He screams.
- I believe you! You must be Kebukkerda!
“Hmm. It's so good to know a horse so quickly. ”
I pulled Gorge out of the pit.
The Goblin trembles, his head covered in dirt.
“Gorge. Everything in my dreams has a precious meaning. ”
I wiped the dirt off the Goblin's head.
“This Keketruecker wants to teach you Gorge the Orcs. ”
- Come?
“Didn't the priest show you bloodshed? Those hands were full of red energy. It comes.”
- Oh, you mean Holy Blood.
“Sacred blood? ”
- We have a body and a soul. Everyone has a body, but only one soul. All in one. Glug. If one reaches the limit of the body, he can shed blood not only from the body but also from the soul... By the way.
Gorge frowns.
- Strange. This is a lesson from Queeger. If you really are Keketruecker, why did you forget what you told me?
“Kid, I never taught you that. What I've taught you is how to write, how to count to three, and how to hunt. ”
What kind of moron can't count to three?
You bastards.
It's only been 200 years, and you can't forget the past.
I've worked so hard to teach you Arabic numerals.
“Done. When in doubt, get up in the morning and go see the Lion Keketruecker!" You will know that I am the lion, and that I am the lion in your dreams. So shut up now and learn my lesson. ”
- Holy blood?
“That's right. Let's get right to class. ”
I started beating the Goblins with my arms raised.
- Glug?! It hurts! Kerr! Why are you suddenly hitting me?!
“It's the quickest way to learn when you're right about an error. ”
It's the way the messenger told me before.
Actually, this is the only way I knew. I want to learn from myself if there is a common sense way to play the gospel, blah blah blah, focus my mind and blah blah...
“I'd rather die than beat you to death. As you continue to pour errors into your body during the beating, feel the air flow through your body. Feel it and catch it.Find out for yourself the spider web of blood. ”
- Kerr, it hurts! It hurts! Glug?!
“Hurrah.”
Gorge crouches. I grabbed his wrist lightly and pounded it in the order of his palms, wrists, shoulders, and chest. Boom! Boom! I spilled my fist into Gorge's body.
- Kerr?
“This is all the teaching that becomes blood and flesh. Pay attention."
- All I have left is blood!
“That's it. You are the Holy Blood, aren't you? Wouldn't the soul be wounded and shed blood to show holy blood? ”
In spite of my logical words, Gorge was elongated.
- You're gonna get yourself killed!
“No, this is not a dream. This is a dream. No matter how hard you hit it, it only hurts like hell, but it doesn't really die. It's the perfect environment for error acquisition. ”
- Cherub!
The landscape changed in my dreams. From mud field to Slimepolis Arena. Gorge sees the Colosseum as an unprecedented sight.
“Oh, that's better! ”
I was glad.
“Here's Gorge. There are gladiators staring at you. I'd do anything if I could get my hands on your ugly head. Even if it's a dream, it won't hurt if you get a haircut. Do your worst!”
- Oh, a nightmare. Ker.This is a terrible nightmare!
Gorge wept.
You saved us from hell, but where are you now? The Devil is tormenting your acolytes! Save me, Kerr! Save me!
“Ugh, I told you I was a quetburger. ”
In my dreams, time slowed down.
After a tremendous amount of time, Gorge's dream did not end. Thanks to this, the young Goblin has been killed, not countless times, and I casually lead the Gorge.
I wonder how long it's been.
“Oh!”
The flames fade from Gorge's palm.
It was vague, but it was definitely an error.
“Behold, Gorké! The Holy Blood is upon you! ”
- Kerr...
The young Goblin lowers his palm. It looked like I'd lost something precious.
- Kill... let me go, demon. I can't hold on much longer....
“If you don't mind dying, it's the quickest way to learn. Unmanned men who can walk the dance all their lives but cannot acquire the error flow into space. On the other hand, since you woke up the mystery in one night, isn't this an act? ”
- Please kill me...!
“In the future, you will have to work hard for the Designated People. ”
I put my hand on Gorge's shoulder, chin, smiling gladly.
Gorge flinches.
- Bo, are you volunteering?
“The priest died and there was no one left to demonstrate [Bloodshed]. You take his place. I consider your culture beautiful. You must strive to ensure that your beauty does not be cut off. ”
- Kerr, but I don't have enough wood to be a priest...
“But I guess the error is still a little premature. What do you think? Gorge. Will you suffer ten more days to realize the ultimate error? ”
Gorke! Priest, I will!
“Excellent.”
I nodded my head in satisfaction.
“Then I'll leave the dream. When you wake up, come and check on me. If I were really Keketruecker, I would pat you on the shoulder. ”
And I woke up from a dream.
Quiet dawn.
Goblins were already up and ready to come home today. The mothers caught the fish by the river, and the children roasted the fish. There were also many Goblins who secretly looked at the rising sun.
- Glug...!
A young Goblin jumps up shortly. Gorge. The green forehead wrinkles, drenched in cold sweat.
- Kerr... Sa, you're alive? You're alive, Kerr?
Gorge breathes ferociously. The Goblin slapped his cheek six times to see if it was a dream or a dream. Finally realizing the nightmare was over, Gorge sighed deeply for relief.
-.......
Wait a minute.
Gorge hesitated and approached me.
- Ketugger...
The young Goblin looked up at me desperately.
- The Devil came to see me last night and made fun of me. Kerr. The Devil has dared to harass me pretending to be Ketugger. I was dying. I thought you were going to die. I wish you could show me that Ketuker is not the Devil...
“Grrr."
Tuck.
I slowly raised my front foot to rest on Gorge's shoulders.
-.......
Gorge's face is filled with despair.
“Grrrgh. Gor, glug. Wrong.”
‘Don't forget to do what I say. Kid.'
You may not understand the lion, but Gorge trembles less.
[A new successor of bloodshed appears.]
[The specified tribe is at risk of losing trait bloodshed!]
Well done. Well done.
- Son of a bitch...
The messenger mutters, watching me deliver my orders to Gorge, and the messenger watches them all from beginning to end.
- Why are you so ignorant...? Don't do that... I'll treat you well...