Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 198



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Episode 198. What crime have I committed? 2

If you get caught in the Hanjuta Mal, you can only live in the super super super high magic zone, in other words, the Holy Land.

In other words, since men could not leave the Holy Land (even if they did, they would die), Datang sealed off the Holy Land completely.

There were two holes in this quarantine measure.

First, the fatality rate of Hanjutamal has been lowered for some reason, and this man was infected with a weakened version of Hanjutamal.

Secondly, the Nono tribe bloodline that flows through the man and the Daton tribe bloodline that was subtly lower overlapped, so the man had some tolerance to Hanjutamal.

“Where the hell did that guy go!”

The quarantine has been breached. The man escapes near the super-super-super-high-power zone outside the Holy Land.

He went from being a second-class criminal to a non-class criminal overnight. The man throws away his second-class medal because he’ll get caught if he keeps it.

The escape is a very difficult task, especially since the ostrich dies shortly after the escape. The man leaves the ostrich behind and runs away.

Even after a while, the fire spirit that was caught in the Hanjuta Mal sprouts two horns on its head and sets the surrounding area on fire. The man hurriedly leaves the place and sheds tears.

“Ah. Really… …? Are you saying that I’m really infected?”

Then why live? He has a limited time left anyway. The man thought his body was holding up better than he thought, but he felt that it was slowly breaking down.

But he couldn’t accept death. The man who lost his spirit was still a veteran soldier. He continued to run away, eating wild grass and bugs, and sneaking into swamps and forests to find food.

The disease spreads. Just one super carrier can cause the disease to spread like wildfire.

“Catch this fucking punk quickly!!!”

‘Beraap Dappa.’

The man’s nickname has been set. A fucking rascal. It’s just an insult. The man who has been wanted hears the public’s talk, and tries to live more cautiously.

The man is hungry. And the net is closing in. As the net is closing in, the man despairs and curses.

“Why is the world doing this to me! I’ve just lived honestly! Everyone calls me a traitor… …! Do you think you wouldn’t do this to me?!”

A man feels for a moment that the will of the world is responding to him.

“?”

Memes exist in the world. Will exists. There is spirit. There is magic. There is mystery.

“This is… … .”

The man had awakened his own magic power due to the blood of the Patchar within him. It was a power that he could express with strong emotions. The man’s grievances were so great that they distorted the laws of the world.

But there was only one thing a man could see: the flow of emotion and will. It was rudimentary, even primitive magic.

That alone was enough. The scenery of the teahouse looked different to the man’s eyes.

“This… … strong resentment… … .”

The man’s things seemed to be nothing. The man could see countless ghosts wandering around the teahouse.

A victim of the mythical era who died in one week.

Those who died unjustly in war.

A man who was falsely accused, wandered the plains, and starved to death.

The resentment of all sorts of people was circling around him. The man came into contact with such things.

“Ugh. Ugh.”

But I’m afraid. I can’t use him actively and I run away.

< 2 years and 7 months until the appearance of the reverse machine

After starving for weeks, he can't stand it anymore and heads to the swamp. There are probably some people there, but he'd be happy if he could just steal something to eat and run away.

And when he was caught, the townspeople simultaneously shouted:

“It’s a Berap Tappa! We’ve entered a swamp!”

“To ruin this swamp… … !”

“Don’t come near me. You’ll get caught in a Hanju Ta-mal!”

His identity was revealed in a place where hundreds of people had gathered. His infamy had spread to the point that even the townspeople knew about it. The man was wronged. He was so wronged that he thought he was going crazy.

The townspeople's fear.

The man's long military career.

A mystery that a man has trained and awakened on his own.

And the singularity of being apart from the community called Datang, the unity of worship and religion.

When it comes to that, men really become one of the few in the world.

The man shed his shell and became a superman.

So. This is the real exhaust man, the one called Anlier in this day and age.

Man has become the culprit of crimes and evil deeds never thought of in history. He is the only culprit who is rejected by the mortal world.

“I’ve been stripped of my shell! Now spare me, because I won’t spread the Hanjuta-mal! I’ll serve as a stripped-off person for hundreds of years and pay the price for my sins!”

“Your crime is a crime of madness! You deserve the death penalty!”

“No! I’m doing this because I want to live! It’s a sin of necessity! Please consider it in a lenient way!”

“Kill them all! They are defectors! Think of them as the highest level criminals!”

“You’re going too far. Why are you doing this to me? Why are you doing this to me!”

The man kills those gathered with resentment, curses, and the spirit water he stole, then runs away again.

Somewhere in Datang, a war veteran is leisurely drinking tea and reading a newspaper.

“Berap Dappa. Looks like this guy is still running away.”

“Hey. Do you know who it is?”

“We served together. I was too greedy to live, so I stayed in the rear. I was a total idiot. While everyone else was fighting for their lives, I tried to live alone and got punished.”

“Hmm.”

“They say that Paron Echacado has come to kill Berap Dappa.”

“Then I guess I’ll get caught soon.”

People are talking about him in the newspaper. He is the best hunter, so you can trust him.

“Hey, I can’t tell where this is hiding.”

“Because there are outbreaks of Hanjutamal at the same time.”

“That’s what I mean. First, we need to work together with Brother Marechi to surround them, and then ask Ol Chaun to use something like that celestial bombardment.”

“The war memorial festival is just around the corner. Medakbo. Are the preparations going well?”

“Of course. We have gathered enough supplies, and in the meantime, the local organizations within Olsozora are functioning safely.”

“It will be a grand festival. A festival that all Datang people can enjoy. It’s a shame that only purebloods can call themselves Mainnirun.”

“Yeah, that’s right. It’s been expanded quite nicely.”

“The southern region’s Hanjutamal is a bit difficult, but it’ll be okay. If there’s a request for celestial bombardment soon, we can just evaporate the area with celestial magic.”

All of this made me think that even Castle Laurent had become complacent, but I just let it go.

There is no one who can withstand the celestial magic bombardment. All you have to do is evacuate the people and specify the location.

Celestial powers originating from the moon bombard the region. This is the Hanjutamal trigger area where the Berap Dappa is presumed to be located.

Notoriety reached its limit.

A mystery that has reached its limit after a life of endless running.

There are ‘somethings’ there that communicate with them.

The final condition was met through a barrage of celestial power.

Berap Dappa became Anlair.

“It looks like Berap Dappa is dead.”

“We couldn’t find the body, but… … .”

“It was the worst carrier. By the way, about the budget for this festival… … .”

A man reads the newspaper indifferently. There are no articles about him anymore, and he is only waiting for the festival that will be held in a year.

‘Let’s all the Tang people forget everything and have fun for this week!’

The man can’t take his eyes off the ‘all the datangins’ part. Then he crumples up the newspaper and throws it away.

“I came out.”

“Paldin Koa! You’re here already?”

“I’ll be back soon. I want to enjoy the festival in Paldin Baff too, so I’ll ask for your support.”

“I see. You can stay there with your family.”

“Hmm. But I heard that a fire broke out in the south.”

“Ah. That. Got it sorted out. There was a terrible carrier, but he got caught.”

“Really? I was worried about Gulmyeong and Darida, so I decided to look into it… … Hmm. If that’s true, I’ll go back and tell them.”

“Seeing so many pureblood Datons gathered together brings back old memories.”

“That’s right. It’s like when I first built Mainirun. Back then, there were a lot fewer people than now, and Mainirun was smaller.”

“Are they going to continue living here?”

“That may be true. Purebloods ultimately believe that it is best to live in the Holy Land.”

“Should I add one more pureblood?”

“Okay.”

Soon they start mating.

“Is everything ready?”

“Yes. All right. The preparation is definitely on the table.”

“Communication with the demons is good. Liwaduwan?”

“Yes. Preparations for the festival are complete in Hochukoi as well.”

“Lead?”

“On this day, we will allow the Erins to play in the Erron region. Erins will also be exempted a little.”

“Good. Paldin Koa?”

“Oh my. Our family can start having fun and having fun starting tomorrow.”

“Communication isn’t working well… … . What’s wrong?”

“I can hear you now. The greening of the northern part is going smoothly. The Iyakans said they will enjoy it among themselves. It’s a shame I can’t go there.”

“I see. If everything is ready, I’ll just write up a rough draft of tomorrow’s speech… … .”

“No. You’re just writing roughly. I’ll write it.”

“Hey. Why do you need a long speech? I’m just having fun.”

“Formality is important.”

“Yeah, yeah. Medakbo. Anyway, Laurent! Lapin! Shall we three hang out for the first time in a while?”

“Well, it’s been a while.”

“There’s already one person in there.”

“It’s okay! You won’t die because of that!”

“Then me and my wives… … Ahem.”

“The long war began, and ended 16 years ago. The wounds still remain, but now they are scars. For ‘everyone’ the war is over… … .”

“… … So now it’s time to say this. We have won! Datang will last forever! Everyone, for the next week starting today, let’s enjoy, cherish, and love to our heart’s content!”

“Hehehehe~!”

A fireball shoots up into the sky, exploding and emitting light in all directions. Moon spirits circle around it, creating a beautiful effect.

The festival has begun.

In an instant, a black fog bursts out near Mainilun. The pureblood Datons, who thought it was a scene, are confused.

All of this time, I felt a hateful aura there.

The energy that one hates.

The feeling of self-loathing.

“HAAAAAAAAHH …

20 seconds until the end of the Age of Faith.