Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 197



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Episode 197. What crime have I committed?

This man was born in 1390 during the Age of Faith. This was the time when Baekara was occupied and Olchaun was diligently expelling the disease demons from Goaran.

The man was a Daton. Not a few, but not many, ‘Daton from Shuzor’. There seems to be some Patchar and Nono in his blood, but he looks almost like a Daton. I don’t really care.

Men are born with only basic education and are taken to the breakwater front at the age of 18. It may seem like only the Nono tribe will go to the breakwater front, but in fact, it is easier to recruit from nearby places, so men receive only sexual experience, elementary school level education, and Orotbetbe, and fight Pencant as spirit masters.

From 1408 to 1426, men spend half their lives, and since they usually don’t remember their childhood, they spend about 75% of their perceived life as spirits on the breakwater front.

Unlike other Datonians, they are almost carnivorous, eating Pencant meat and wearing their skins, and they stay with the Nono tribe for a long time, serving as a key element of the breakwater front that is being torn apart by hundreds or thousands of people a day, as a spirit master.

Then, in 1426, at the age of 36, the war ended on the breakwater front.

The man’s rating was 6 at this point.

Since the spirits usually fought safely from the rear, they were mostly responsible for shooting fire, but they did earn merits and received medals of honor, but they didn’t make any significant contributions for 18 years. But they were still high enough.

“Am I a disciple now? What should I do for a living?”

“But you’re looking for security forces? Then they’ll raise your medal by one level.”

“uh?”

So the man spent the next 15 years on the breakwater front, preparing for any possible situation. And again, 15 years passed without doing anything. The man became a 5th-grade soldier.

“I’m 51 years old now.”

“If it’s Daton, then it’s young.”

“Yes. I think I’ll live to be about 500 years old.”

The man became quite greedy. If he served in the war for another 50 years or so, wouldn’t he be able to spend the rest of his life living in luxury?

Meanwhile, I heard urgent news from the south. A new person called Cheon-Gyeop had invaded.

“What? Do we have to fight too… … ?”

“Hey. No. We just need to chase after his subordinates.”

“Hmm. I see.”

Although the man did not see Cheon-geop and Ol-cha-un directly, he was credited with chasing down the Ta-top cavalrymen riding on horseback under his command who were deliberately caught in a Han-ju-ta-mal and running away.

To be exact, he was a ball… … He was just one of the members of the group that hunted, but he did earn merit. The man was promoted to the 4th rank without even firing a single shot.

“This is awesome… … !”

“You deserve this much credit for fighting with a rookie.”

But here the man is a little perplexed to hear that the entire area has been sealed off.

“Why are you doing this? They’re all dead.”

“It’s because of Hanjutamal.”

“A week?”

The man had been living on the front lines since he was born, so he didn’t know exactly what a Hanjutamal was. He knew it was some kind of extremely serious infectious disease.

“Ah… … . Hanjutamal is polluting the land and water too.”

“If you get it, the mortality rate is 100% except for the Nono tribe. You absolutely must not get it.”

“Hmm. Definitely.”

Men are thoroughly educated on how dangerous a disease Hanjutamal is.

But even so, that’s just someone else’s story. If you don’t get close, you won’t get sick. Men unconsciously promise themselves that they will never be a volunteer who helps others in their entire life because of infertility called tattooing.

The man’s dream was to rule the village, have a lot of women and men around, and just eat and have children every day.

Superman? I don’t even dream of it. That’s something only the chosen ones do. And he knew that he was a savage, more cunning and clever than brave, and that he would never be a hero.

“Hey. The war is about to end. They’re calling all the soldiers to the north?”

“What? Can’t we stay in the south?”

“You can stay here… … If you come up, I’ll give you more medals.”

The man has another place to exploit. Believing that the war will soon end, he heads north.

And indeed, it was over soon. Three years. The war was over, just a few minutes after the fire from behind. The man was now 54 years old, a fourth-class soldier and a holder of the mysteries, a very high rank.

“What should I do now… … . Go back to Shuzor? Or… … .”

Then, an Anlair named Kiriwang Darida asks you to volunteer to capture Erins. You can step down now, but if you join, you will definitely be promoted one rank.

In other words, 3rd class. The class of Mainiran… …! Although he is not actually a superhuman, his power will be on par with Mainiran’s.

The man also takes up this task confidently. Riding an ostrich, he chases the Erins who are fleeing the fire, and for ten years he hunts for what is almost like play.

The man is 64 years old. He has been through many baptisms of fire, but it is okay. Darton lives for hundreds of years. Now he just needs to receive a medal and retire.

“You’ve worked really hard so far! Now you will return home and live a life where you will be treated with the best hospitality!”

“Hehehehe~!”

The man was really happy up to this point. A third-class person. Doing nothing and just running around… …!

He thought his life ahead would be happy.

“It’s strange… … It’s really strange. Where on earth do quarantines keep breaking through? It’s been almost 20 years since the thousand-year-old apocalypse began, and it hasn’t been completely sealed off yet. People will be coming back now.”

The man returns to Shujor. It took a long time to get from Eron to Shujor. But it’s okay. Daton lives a long time.

Who would say anything to a third-class medal holder like yourself? You need to get some education, but that’s okay. You don’t need a ruler anymore. Just buy the biggest crocodile on the cruise ship and enjoy the rest of your life in luxury with just the rations.

He even goes to the Holy Land to personally receive the medal from Olchaun.

“You! You served Datang for 47 years!”

“I didn’t do anything, but this is too much.”

“Haha! That’s great in its own right! Here. Take it. From now on, you are the main run of our Datang! I don’t recommend staying in the holy land for too long… … . But you may come in! Enjoy it, cherish it, and love it to your heart’s content!”

The man was happy.

“Yes, yes? Should I give this region to you as my fief?”

“Yes. There are more veterans than I thought.”

“Oh, no! There’s probably a Hanjutamal hiding here! I’m absolutely against it.”

“But I can’t break my promise.”

“Isn’t giving away the land where Hanjutamal is located a breaking of promise?”

All of this left me speechless.

“That’s right. Then I’ll only allow those of the Nono tribe.”

“The old people have already received all the land.”

“Hmm. Then how about this? The tattooed men will follow you around and protect you like servants. But since it would be extremely uncomfortable, how about raising the medal level?”

“Hmm… … . But I wonder if there’s anyone who would do it. It’s that one-week deal, right? I wonder if there’s anyone who would value a medal more than death… … .”

The man got a second-class degree. He must be the luckiest man in the world.

It was certain that he had Nono among his ancestors, and that he was from Shujor, and because his achievements were outstanding, he should have been given a 5th rank, not to mention a 2nd rank. Now, he is on par with Mainiran, who achieved the 2nd condition and is about to be dethroned as Anrai.

Well, he’s not even a superhuman.

There are even hundreds of tattoo artists who clean and manage the path ahead of you, like your own servants.

“From now on, the rest of my life is full of happiness! Come, women. Come to me!”

Living here, there is a risk of getting caught in a fire, but what’s the problem? They manage it so thoroughly. And what if you get caught?

They say it makes you infertile, but it doesn’t mean you become a eunuch. Even if your lifespan is reduced from hundreds of years to about 200 years, you can live a long and happy life.

Who knows? If that happens again, I might get a first-class medal for compensation. Ah, life is so beautiful. I will enjoy this wealth and honor forever.

-Let’s do this.

-Why?

-Highest in status but lowest in rank.

-Good.

“Ugh, ugh. The magic power, the magic power pressure… … I can’t… breathe… .”

“HAAAAAAAAAAHH …

“Why? We took such thorough quarantine measures, so how did you get it? And how did you get it?”

“Why, why aren’t you giving me the medicine? I know it will make me infertile and shorten my lifespan!”

“If you eat that, you’ll die.”

“Huh? Why are you dying?! I have 288 years left to live!”

“That… how should I explain it? You don’t have 24 years left to live.”

“……yes?”

“Daton’s lifespan is not fixed, but changes depending on the surrounding magical power pressure. You were a soldier, right? You were a spirit master, and you were in the rear unit that artificially maintained ultra-high magical power, and even after that, you always volunteered for the rear unit for safety reasons. That’s why your body deteriorates quickly. You’ve already been baptized by fire eight times.”

“Well, that’s true, but.”

“How on earth did you think you could live for hundreds of years, if you worked so hard? No one explained it to you. Didn’t they clearly tell you that your lifespan would decrease if you stayed here for too long?”

“I didn’t say anything! I’ve never heard of such dangers!”

By the way, I’ve heard this exactly 5889 times. Datang definitely handles things like this.

“Since you can’t become a tattoo artist, you have no choice but to quietly spend the rest of your life in the quarantine area.”

“The rest of my life! How long is it?”

“… … If you’re infected with Hanjutamal, you can only survive in the super super super super high-power zone.”

“then?”

“You will probably live for about three years.”

“How can this be!!! I gave everything for this country! I gave every moment of my life to the military, and now all that’s left is to be happy, so why on earth is this happening to me!!!”

“Hey, bro. Don’t be noisy and go to sleep. It’s dawn. Since we’re all in this together for a week, there’s no one who doesn’t feel wronged, so at least don’t make them angry.”

“Eww!”

I curse the world. This world is ridiculous.

What the hell is this? What the hell is Hanjutamal imprisoning himself for?

The man got sick. Not just for a week.

“These kids, aren’t they actually doing this because they don’t want to reward me… … ?”

“That’s right. You’re lying to me by saying that a non-superhuman received a second-class medal.”

“Datang tricked me. He took me, who knew nothing, and forced me into the worst battlefield in the world, and now he’s trying to kill me.”

“I won’t fall for your tricks. Of course… …!”

“A Hanjutamal infected person has escaped!”

“What?!”

“We have stolen Orotbetbe and Ostrich from a nearby village and are now on the run!”

“Oh my god… … ! What on earth have those tattooists done?!”

“Just considering his skills and career, he was a top-notch elite soldier who had even earned a 4th-class medal, so the Tattooon’s skills couldn’t stop him. Come on! Please support him!”

“… … Damn it! If we leave it alone, it’ll get out of control! Catch it as fast as you can!”

“We were supposed to hold a war memorial festival in three years, but that guy is unlucky… … .”

“There’s nothing I can do. I feel sorry for your personal circumstances, but… … there’s nothing I can do.”

There’s nothing I can do.

Yes, that’s right. The country has no choice but to say that. If someone did everything the country told them not to do and died, then it’s no longer the country’s responsibility.

In other words, irrationality that is bound to occur even in a perfect system. Irrationality that occurs even when administrative processing is perfect.

Errors that occur because people are people.

How far can the state be held accountable? Should someone have realized that they were not listening when they were told 5889 times and made them aware of it?

Or should we have made it clear that nothing in the world is completely safe?

Is it a problem of education? If they had taught us how scary Hanjutamal is even in the midst of war, wouldn’t this have happened?

Well, that’s all in the past. The guy was pitiful and stupid at the same time, and he was used in a conspiracy. The disease demons were bad guys, and the all-chaun and mineniruns just did the best they could.

Still, what can we do?

It is certainly the country’s responsibility that the resentment of ‘people who had no choice’ was ‘that great’.

Then there will be a price to pay. The price of creating so many ‘inevitable’ things to win the war.