World Maker

Achievements.

The first establishment of a myth.

Achievements.

Achieve a population of 100 races.

The star pattern came to mind several more times in a row.

This feast, which was dominated by thunderstorms and thunderstorms, really had many meanings at the same time.

Establishment of a myth.

The lightning storm gave a symbol to the gods. The tribesmen brought the gods into a natural place where they could feel awed.

For the white god of wisdom, the sun; for the green god of battle, the moon; for the yellow god of love, the river; and for the red god of technology, the earth.

Sun and moon, river and earth.

The sun and moon in the sky were instinctively frightened. It was always the creatures who bend the earth from heaven.

The land was a place of life, and the river was a source of water essential for survival, while saving fish, a new stock of tribal peoples.

Of course, it was still a sloppy metaphor. The ‘colors’ and lightning storms given to the gods were contradictory to the newly established symbols of nature. Perhaps the name of symbols or gods will change as tribes develop and mythology is established in the future.

But it was still a long way later.

Establishment of a myth.

It was quite different from worshipping the sky. As a lightning storm that had already met with the gods several times through trust, it was natural to establish a mythical ‘personality god’, who was as ecstatic as a person on earth.

Compensation.

Increases MP Level by 1.

Compensation.

HP +100, Max HP +20.

Rewards for achievements also followed in a row. The faith of the tribes gathered through the baptism was replaced by divine power, filling the divine gauge once and for all.

Article 17 fell asleep, blessed each tribe. The people dreamed long ago. The content was not properly remembered, but it was certainly a good dream.

And the next day, Article 17 gathered in front of the round table early in the morning.

“All right, let's finally make chicken. ”

He smiles and rubs his palms with a face that Edwin likes to die. The idea of making chicken for the first time was already over a month old, so I was able to be cautious.

Young Min smiled at the appearance of Edward Wing.

“Edward Wing, it's all good, but aren't you being overzealous? You seem to be thinking more about sacrifices than tribesmen. ”

Thanks to the deer meat and fruits that came up during the first banquet last time, there was a noticeable improvement in diet. However, even if you eat delicious food every day, you get sick of it. Even if you bake deer meat on fire for more than a month without these seasonings, it was tiresome.

Edwin was a modern man who became accustomed to food made of so many plantations.

Edwin flinches at the point of the people, but laughs loudly and taps his chest.

“Oh, my people are good, and I am good, and all of them are good together. ”

Ted smiles at Edwin with an honest smile, and Young Min also has a pleasant face.

The same honesty was Ed Wing's advantage and charm.

“Anyway, it's hard to make chickens, but it's hard to pass them on. This is a pretty heavy workload, isn't it? ”

In the case of lightning storms, there was a way to be born naturally. in the form of thunderstorms giving birth to children.

But the chicken was different. I had to deliver something that wasn't in the handover myself.

Delivering the chicken had to consume almost the same amount of divinity as producing the chicken.

Tefnet manipulated the console and reviewed the power required.

“Almost at once, you must be exhausted. But chicken..... so I think the tribesmen who received the divine water that we sent down will show us faith again. And it's important. I don't think that's a hesitation. ”

Livestock was a major contributor to the food supply of the tribal people.

In fact, agricultural life was often poorer than hunting, given only the 'quality of life’.

Agriculture was superior to hunting, and it was important to increase the means of providing food, since the agricultural life of the tribes was still one of the foundations.

Edwin nods.

“Sister Teff is right. Anyway, who's going to take the trust down? ”

“Me! I'll do it! ”

Dan-a-young, who had remained calm until his horse fell scared, raised his hand and shouted. As if they were children arguing with each other to announce their intentions, the people quickly covered their mouths in the appearance of Dan-a-young waving his elongated hand. It was because I tried to leak a smile that I didn't know was so cute.

The soothing folk said to Dan-A-young in a calm tone.

“Well, baby, this is very important not only for us, but also for the tribesmen. Maybe lightning storms make chickens a symbol of you. ”

“Shinsu?”

“Yes, the animal that symbolizes you. ”

God's first livestock.

It was clear that this would be of great significance to tribal peoples, including lightning storms.

Now that the beast was gone, it was also proof of the existence of God.

Chickens become watermelons. It becomes the symbol of the god Dang Ayong.

“Exactly, exactly. Fighting Chicken, the god of fighting. I've seen it on the Internet before, cancer. ”

Edwin bounces his finger, and the glance of Dae-young's eyes changes cheaply.

“Chop!”

I didn't even know when I'd blown a slice of bread, but Edwin fell on the table, making a sick noise. However, Edwin trembled.

“I, Edward Wing Solomon, will never resist violence...... Billions! ”

Dan-A-young flies a slice of bread in a row, and Edwin twists his body every time. Tefnet stood up and wrapped around Edwin.

“Ah-young! Stop! What the hell are you doing? ”

It was quite an angry face, unlike the usual teffnet. As I saw it, Dan-A-young flinched unknowingly and quickly hid his hand behind his back with a piece of bread. I was surprised to see her pale face in an instant.

In fact, it was worth it. It was the first time that Tefnett, like the mother of Article 17, was as angry as she is now.

“Darn it, Sister Teff. ”

Edwing shrieks, pulling Tefnet's shiny waist beside him. I had no partner because I had a claustrophobic hand.

Tefnet, who had forgotten his anger at the touch and had a stubborn expression at the moment, said loudly, slapping Edwin's back.

“Get your hands off me. ”

“Argh.”

At first, I thought I was just a macho man, but it was Edwin who was secretly flustered. Still, I stepped back with a smile as if I had a good cuddle with Teffnet's waist.

After all, the village pole is over. The citizen, who was a spectator from beginning to end, once burst his cough and gathered the gaze of the left to himself. I asked Dae-a-young, who was stretching his lips as usual.

“What do you want to do? Infant.”

Dan-A-young made a loud and painful noise. I answered after a few puffs of my lips.

It was an animal called a ‘chicken’.

The bird was an unusual bird that could not fly in the sky. However, the big wings were not just cool, so it was possible to jump very high.

The beak, instead of a bullet, was very sharp and hard, with sharp claws, allowing for a sharp attack.

But chickens weren't that big an animal. His head was a little smaller than his fist, and a well-grown adult was only about the size to fit into a person's arms. Because of this, children were not a threat to adults who had grown up.

The lightning storm stares at the chicken with a frown in its eyes. With its dark blue feathers, it stands proudly and gazes at such a thunderstorm.

The dream of a trust like me.

Lightning storms have never seen a live bird so close. Sometimes it was all I saw after hunting and watching dead birds or sitting in the distance for a while.

The chicken did not escape from the lightning storm. The thunderstorm lifts its head and looks up at the 'white god’ standing in front of him.

The wise white god, smiling softly, said.

“Thunderstorm, listen carefully. Nothing is different from a person. Just as there are men and women in man, so there are men and women in this animal. ”

The White God has always explained to me kindly. Lightning Storm was satisfied with the description of the White God, which made it easier.

Just as there are men and women in men, so there are men and women in beasts. This was also an implication of lightning storms in nature.

The people stood in front of themselves, pointing to the chicken that had been fighting lightning storms before.

“This is a rooster. It's a male chicken. Every morning at dawn, it makes a sound to let the sun rise. You see the red one here? This is characteristic of males. ”

I thought it was a man, and I thought it was a man. I was overwhelmed for some reason, and it looked very nice to see the red, soft look in the middle of my head.

“The sun. The white god. ”

The thunderstorm was so convincing. It really made sense to think that the divine water that the sun god sent out announced the rising of the sun.

The inhabitants looked around with a smile. Ah-young with a slightly nervous face put the chicken in his arms on the floor and said.

“This is a hen. She's a chick. She can lay eggs. ”

Unlike a male with black and blue feathers, it was a chicken with white feathers. It was a little smaller than a rooster, and had no hair on it, so I could quickly distinguish between the two.

“Woman. Green god. ”

The thunderstorm nodded again. Now that the sun god, the male god, has laid the rooster, the green goddess has made sense to lay the hen again.

The thunderstorm lifts its head again and looks at the two gods. I couldn't recognize my face properly because of the afterglow, but I thought that the sun and moon, the white god and the green god were a good match.

Unknown within this lightning storm, Ayoung strives to fulfill the role given to him.

He once again pointed to the hen and said:

“It's like a man giving birth to a child. Chickens are also teaching... teaching... ”

“Bridge...? ”

Thunderstorms tilted their heads, but Dang Ah-young did not end up speaking properly. He turned his face red as if it were about to explode and shut his mouth and sent a rather desperate tear to the people.

Young people quickly raised their hands to cover their laughter. I said, suppressing a smile that was about to burst out without my knowledge.

“Chickens can breed, love like humans, and bear children. But they don't have kids that grow up like humans. Take a good look.”

The people set the index before the eyes of the lightning storm. The natural lightning storm's gaze was concentrated on the index, and the people slowly moved their fingers and hid behind their backs. And as if the magician were doing magic quickly, he took his hand back to the front of the lightning storm.

The inhabitants' hands were filled with eggs of different colours.

“Lightning Storm, this is‘ Egg ’. If that hen holds this, her eggs will break and a chick will be born. It's the baby of a chicken.”

“Oh.”

A cub is born from an egg. It was a completely different breeding method than any human or lightning storm has ever hunted.

The people moved the eggs slowly again to focus the attention of the lightning storm. While observing the shape of the Villager by his side, Dae-A-young seemed to admire the Villager's skilled craftsmanship, so I focused on the Villager's side without knowing.

The inhabitants laid eggs in front of the hens, and the hens held their eggs as though they had been commanded.

“This process takes a long time. But I'll show you fast this time. Just like when you used to see the grain growing. ”

The thunderstorm frowned on the glabella. because the white god began to stretch out the hard words again. The lightning storm wanted to bury the white god again, but there was a green god next to him, so I just couldn't bear it.

When the hen arose, the egg began to move on its own, and then the egg began to crack. The lightning storm came as a surprise and approached the egg, breaking the egg and revealing a yellow, cute chick.

Baby chicken.

Unlike father and mother, everything grows less cute.

The inhabitants again set their fingers in front of the thunderstorm's eyes, naturally drawing their gaze to themselves.

“This process takes a long time. But before that, you may eat the eggs that the hen has just laid. If you break it like this, it's got liquid in it, right? You can bake it on a rock like this and eat it, or you can just eat it. It can be boiled and eaten in hot water. ”

The inhabitants presented each of the things they had said with several eggs taken out of their pockets. The lightning storm alternately saw eggs being cooked by the people with startling eyes and chicks peeping from their feet, but nodded as if they understood.

Young Min looked back at Dae-young. Dan-A-young took a big breath and stepped forward.

“Lightning storms, feed chickens grain or bugs. You can eat anything else, but you have to put those two first. Okay?"

The lightning storm nodded eagerly with a reflection. As if satisfied with the response of the lightning storm, Dan-A-young looked at the Villager with a flattering face, and the Villager applauded Dan-A-young for the lightning storm.

Now I've said almost everything I have to say. With the simultaneous arrival of both Yeongmin and Yeong-young in the Trust, Tura's divine power was consumed twice as much as usual, so we had to finish the story.

“Lightning storms, we must breed them well. You can eat the meat of all grown chickens and eggs, which will provide you with a very useful protein…… Anyway, it will be a very useful food. Do you understand?”

A thunderstorm nods. Dae-a-young once again told the thunderstorm.

“Raise well. Okay?"

I nodded my head at twice the speed of a lightning storm. Young Min frowned without my knowledge, but Dae-young was still satisfied.

The trust is over.

The 'White God’ and ‘Green God’ disappeared, and the lightning storm woke up from the dream.

The lightning storm in his bed saw roosters and hens in his arms and swallowed dry stings. I split the two at once and went to meet my mother's thunder.

The white god, the sun god, and the green god, the goddess of the moon.

The thunderstorm shook his head when he asked if he should bring it forward because it was sacred. He said it should be raised well and bred and then used as food.

“Oh, it's going right? You think you're good at explaining this time? ”

Edward Wing, who was watching the sound of thunder and the shape of the thunderstorm, said so. Then Dan-A-young shrugged and pretended to be good.

“Ethem.”

I was very good at blowing the shape even after coughing. Edwin snorts right away.

“You're just watching from the side. ”

“Why not? It's not like that. I explained a lot, too. ”

“Yes, I did a lot. Kyo, Kyo, Kyo..... ”

As Edwin shivers and shames his face, Dang Ah-young's face rises red.

The people quickly intervened in order to investigate the situation.

“Edwing, that's about it. Ah-young did a good job.”

Dae-a-young snorted as if he were imitating Edwing.

“See, so does the people. ”

“He's a real kid. Kid."

“What is it?! ”

As Dan-A-young regained his grip, Edwin quickly raised his arms and guarded his face. Dan-A-young looked at the edged wing and sat down with his lips slanted.

In an unexpected reaction, Edwin glances at her eyes and stares at Dae-young, who seems quite surprised.

Tefnet, who waited for those three disturbances to subside, pointed to the video.

“Hmm, by the way. What happened to that? ”

After a while of forgetting the thunderstorms and thunderstorms, the people, Dae-A-young and Edwing looked back at the screen, each with a subtle complexion.

It was because of the ‘myth’ of thunder that introduced the chicken to the tribes.

The Sun and Moon Gods, the "Gods of the Couple," brought down roosters and hens. So let's raise these beasts well and grow the tribe.

Couple Gods.

Young-min and Dan-A-young looked at each other unknowingly, and Edward Wing, who alternately saw the two, burst into laughter.

The inhabitants sat alone in the corner of the new section 17 and drew a slightly blurred smile.

Normally, I should have been training with Dae-a-young, but I couldn't do it today because of what happened yesterday.

‘Today is a lesson. Tutoring!'

As soon as I faced her face in the morning, she said something. No, it seemed almost dense and screaming.

Couple Gods.

In fact, in a way, it was a concept that could not come out. There is no proper marital culture in the current lack of lightning storms.

Men and women.

Men and goddesses.

A natural pair.

The expression thus selected.

‘Well, I didn't feel bad. ’

Dan-A-young was certainly ashamed, and even though he was furious with Edwing, who was making fun of himself, he literally blew out countless slices of bread, and this time he couldn't stop Tefnet. Thanks to him, Edwin was not exaggerated even though he had blood all over his body. It wasn't offensive.

I didn't feel bad. I didn't see any offensive colors. I was embarrassed.

The poor man raised his hand without my knowledge and scratched the ball.

In fact, it was a "not bad response" if you only think about the reaction. I would not have reacted if I had not thought of my people as men or lovers in the first place.

Ah-young.

He was a little rough, so he wasn't a bad kid. I didn't know it was such a snobby idea, but Dan-A-young had a pretty face and was a little tall, but I felt more like a doll than I felt like a small percentage. Moreover, it was a lie if the mind did not go, even because of the specificity of the situation.

There was something called the rocking bridge effect. It was such a theory that when you are in a situation of anxiety and danger that can be likened to a rocking bridge, you are deeply attracted to those who are with you.

‘Thinking about it, is it weird that I'm trying to ride a thumb in this situation? ’

The smiling soul shakes its head and expresses thoughts in its head. First of all, I was going to try to make progress in the internal vacuum, as I always did.

But I was just about to feel the power of the battle.

‘Wait.'

The people opened their eyes. And he raised his hand above his fist.

Dae-a-young said.

‘In a month, you have built up an inner air equivalent to more than a year of others. ’

Why did that happen? Because the people themselves are really martial arts geniuses?

I also thought I would, but I was curious about something. The Villager revisited the idea that came to mind at the beginning of the game.

‘Handover’ and ‘New' time difference.

And the time difference between the other ‘new' generations.

Considering that the 'handover’ time is based on absolute time, a number of variables could have arisen.

Thirty years in handover time.

Observing this at thirty times the time of the new life required a year.

But what if we were to observe it in the right direction, just like the time of handover? Then the new world also needed thirty years.

If the time of the 'new gods’ is returned to the 'handover’, it has been found that it can be useful to observe the handover at a certain magnitude, which is thirty times greater than the time of the other ‘false gods’.

It's a home, but what happens if we keep building the inner air during that time? By the time you confront the ‘fake gods’ of another realm, can you be the superhero of the invincibility?

‘Of course, it's going to be hard to bear that time. ’

I kept thinking that there were quite a lot of things that took me. The ‘false gods’ of the ‘new world’ had the same time-frame as the ‘handovers’ when observed in the crucible.

It is a game that requires conquering the world with one tribe. It was unlikely that the handover would end in decades of time. Then, will the 'false gods’ of the 'new world’ die old?

Is it the eternal life in the new world?

And is it possible to spend time alone in the same boat as I thought?

Article 17 frequently used "thirty times the magnitude" as the observation magnitude. Perhaps the soul's rapid inner air acquisition had something to do with it.

I didn't know it was going to be as efficient on the other side as I had spent time so quickly.

‘But then what is the case with Ayung? And then the internal pores have to pile up 30 times faster, right? ’

Question asked tail to tail. It seemed like we should try this experiment by consulting with other employees and spending some time in the ship for a while.

The Spirit closed its eyes again and focused its mind on the power struggle.

Do what you can right now.

Starting from the inside of the body of the people, Gigi began to operate.

“Did you do it right? ”

As soon as the Villager entered the room with the Round Table, the voice of Dae-young was heard. I look at the people with a blunt face, and my voice is the same as usual.

Yeongmin smiled and replied equally plainly.

“I used to love teaching. ”

“Hmph.”

Dan-A-young turned his head slightly and made a sobbing sound, and the young man sat in his seat with a smile. Dae-a-young's ears were red, but I didn't want to make fun of him.

Surprisingly, it was Edward Wing. Normally, he would have come in quickly and teased Dang Ayong, but yesterday he got so right that he only rolled his eyes. I guess that's what I wanted to make fun of.

The young man grabbed the console and asked.

“How are the chickens? Is it blowing smoothly? ”

It's been quite a while since I dropped the chicken off. I described it as yesterday, but it was more than twenty-four hours ago, and it's been over a month since I've operated thirty ships all year.

The hatching period for chicks was about twenty days, so it wasn't unusual for young chicks to grow up several times.

Edwin manipulates the console and puts the lightning storm's "greeting" in the video.

“Well, it seems lightning storms and thunderstorms are stopping. Sleeping well. And now the numbers are pretty good. ”

The lightning storm created a hut large enough to allow four or five people to enter and use it as a blessing for the chickens. The chickens usually wander outside the sanctuary, but at night they enter the sanctuary and fall asleep.

The ‘saint’ who grew up was still only two young people and a young baby, but about ten chicks were pouting and chasing after the buttocks of their mothers' chickens.

It was a pretty cute look, so Dan-A-young had his face loosened, and Edwing had a blurry expression.

Tefnet said to me:

“Kids go to catch worms to feed chickens. ”

Even if it was almost naked in the footage, the children gathered for three and a half years to catch bugs. I was impressed to catch such things as caterpillars and earthworms in addition to insects.

“Let's take a look. ”

The Villager manipulated the console and toured the town. When I saw the tribesmen living in the villages where the huts were stretched, I felt very busy.

"That sounds like a game. ’

I used to feel like this when I was playing a city development game like SimCity.

‘No, I can't compare. ’

Because that wasn't just a video in the game.

The inhabitants slowly toured the entire village.

There were other competent hunters in the tribe besides the lightning storm.

A hunter who had been exposed since before the lightning storm was born, Dolphin Wind was an outstanding warrior within three fingers, even within tribes.

Since arriving in Shincheon, the tribes have been able to provide food supply in addition to hunting.

Some went out into the river to catch fish, and some went into the forest to gather fruit. Some of them tried to do this as they came up with a way to harvest more crops.

However, there was still a large share of hunting in the food supply.

There were so many winds that they liked hunting alone rather than going hunting together. Of course, meeting such a strong predator could have been dangerous, and in the case of a really big hunting ground, there were times when we just had to give up, but there was a way for the gust to be just like the gust.

With a few sharp stone axes around his waist and a stone-bladed helmet, he went hunting a little further today.

It was because of the limited number of hunting grounds nearby that Section 17 collected hunting grounds.

Nearly two days away from the village, the thunderstorm was able to catch a deer in the meadow. It wasn't that big yet, but it was worth it for two days.

With a pleasant heart, the Stoneback Wind takes down the Stone Axe and completely cuts off the Deer's Breath. As soon as he recovered the hammer, the blood spilled and the smell of deer blood was scattered around him.

After pondering for a while, he decides to drain all the deer's blood completely. I didn't know that if I didn't disperse the smell of blood, I would have to deal with the predators that came with the smell of blood.

Based on experience, the harpoon's arterial position was measured and the dolphin lifted the stone axe.

And I was about to knock it down.

Instantly, a thunderstorm rises out of place like a thunderstorm, throwing a stone axe toward the side. It was a sharp, rapid, indeed fatal attack.

But it meant nothing to the person who was the target of the attack.

The thunderstorm vomits a harsh breath and fixes the helmet.

Catch roughly twenty steps out.

It was such a bizarre beast that I didn't notice to get this far.

No, it was hard to say it was simply a beast. I've never seen a monster like that since I was born.

It resembles a person in a way. However, the arms were unusually large, while the legs were short and dwarfed. The thick hairs on the body were gray, followed by a long tail at the back of the hips.

He didn't have hair on his face. The skin is red. The fangs coming out of the big lips are horrible.

His yellow eyes.

Much bigger than the biggest thunderstorm in the tribe, it stares down at the gusting wind.

Will you be able to win?

No, will he survive?

The thunderstorm throws a helmet in despair.

A helmet that flew in a trajectory that was almost straight.

The monster didn't fit in the helmet. The speed that came out of that massive mass was unbelievable. He blew himself through the helmet with an incredible quickness and immediately narrowed the distance from the gusting wind.

Thunderstorms and monsters vomit screams, roars and howls at the same time. Monster's stubborn hand grabs the body of the Wind of Charging Wind, and the Wind of Charging Wind can't even resist properly. The moment the monster gives you strength, the body of the Thunderstorm is torn from the air.

The monster looks down at the body of the Stone Wind. Beyond the monster's yellow eyes, there was a man looking at a member of the clan 'Elder’, a clan of 17.

The monster lifts its head. I looked in the direction that I thought the gust would depart.

Before the thunderstorm, the tribe's first warrior and hunter was thunder.

Lightning storms are only six years old. It was a thunderstorm that gave birth to two more children, but its robustness did not fade.

However, the thunderbolt has never been hunted since it reached Shincheon. She focused on organizing the myths of the four gods, the gods of the tribe, and spreading them to the tribesmen.

The tribe's real leader was a lightning storm, but coordinating disputes between people or distributing food, including hunting grounds, was all controlled by thunder. She was the administrative officer of Elder.

Clerk and Administrator.

Those who take food in return for labour.

The status that may exist because an interchangeable primitive market has been established.

The thunder also took care of the chickens with the children. She was good at extreme things like hunting and fighting, but after years of hard work, she was now able to stand out in detail, like making vomit or making leather clothing.

Thunder sounds.

Mother of Lightning Storm, leader of the tribe.

It was always a normal morning with me. The sound of thunder awakening began the day by feeding the brothers of the lightning storm with milk and food.

Unlike the lightning storm, the two brothers were no different from the other ordinary elders.

Lightning Storm is a warrior of God. The only extraordinary existence in the world.

After mediating a minor quarrel between the tribes, she thought there were many similar disputes. At that time, why not make certain rules and classify disputes according to them and make judgments instead of making deliberate judgments?

But it was just an idea yet. Thunderstorms that didn't like to think too much went out into the wheat fields. Wheat grows like this and roars in the wind. There were a lot of wheat eggs in the middle, and a little. What's the difference between the two? Can't we make it all open up a lot?

It would be nice if the wise white god could show us a solution.

The thunder went to the festival and saw the chickens. The White God says roosters and hens mate to give birth to eggs. Sometimes, a hen lays eggs even though the rooster and hens are not related.

Is the White God wrong?

It wasn't like that. Eggs that lay hens alone could never become chicks. The wise white god was right this time.

The thunder went to a hut this time. The hut at the corner of the town was the Hut of Stoneback Wind, a skilled hunter who woke up.

Inside the hut, a white deer sits snoring with a worried face. The white deer was a woman who looked like her name. Unlike other tribes, the Wind only slept with the White Deer, and the White Deer only slept with the Wind. Even when all the women in the village were in a hurry to relate to the lightning storm, she only saw the gust.

The sound of thunder saw these two and was able to define the relationship between the white god and the green god as the concept of a "couple."

The White Deer has been crying for days now that the Thunderstorm is not coming back. I used to come back before the moon rose four times, no matter how far I went after the usual hunt, but this time I didn't come back until the moon rose six times.

Several thoughts passed through the head of the thunder. She knew a lot of hunters who lost their lives in a number of accidents after going hunting.

Moreover, the gust of wind always went alone. Although competent, unlike a lightning storm, there was a limit to the predator he could deal with, an ordinary Elder.

Maybe he was attacked by a hunter and lost his life? Or die in the wilderness in an accident?

The white deer remembered what the thunder sounded like. Though the imagination was much simpler and simpler due to lack of experience than thunder sounds, the mind worrying about gusts of wind was incomparably deep, so the same sphere of imagination was unimportant.

Thunder sounds remind the White Deer of the power of the Thunderwind and say nothing will happen. I think I went hunting a little farther this time, so I told him to put on a white deer and wait a few more days.

The thunder sounds as you step out of the white deer's hut, thinking of the death of the thunderstorm.

Death.

What happens to the dead?

The dead did not move. I couldn't talk, I couldn't eat anything.

Is it like eternal sleep? I fell asleep. Can't I wake up forever?

Then will the dead dream? Dream of eternity…….

The sound of thunder lifted my shoulders in fear. I didn't even think about it, because there was a huge fear without a chin that suppressed my heart.

Thunderclap thought of other things to shake off fear. I drew a busy smile as I watched the children running and playing in the village, and I taught the village men how to catch fish and come back in time.

Same day as always.

Now, a little more time later, the night would come, and the moon, the symbol of the green god, would gently illuminate the world.

But I didn't.

Today was a different day than usual.

The smell of blood was intense.

It was pale, and had a distinctiveness that was clearly comparable to the others.

Especially intense was the smell of blood emanating from the newly formed wounds.

Red blood was the sap of life, and it was soon like the currency of the soul.

Those who had life were forced to be sensitive to blood even if it flowed out of others' bodies.

The first time I detected the smell of blood was thunder.

The men who came to catch the fish were cut down by the smell of the water, and their hearts were broken in the hospitality of the villagers and their senses were not sharp.

The women and children who could not go out hunting, only saw and tasted the blood from the dead, could not tell what it was when they felt strange in the smell of the living blood.

But it wasn't thunder.

I've been off hunting for the last few years, but she was once the most tribal warrior and hunter. He was the one who drank so much of the blood of life himself and shed so much blood himself.

The sound of thunder turned like lightning. On the other side of the river, it smells of blood. And I stood on it.

It was really huge. He was bitten with red blood on both hands and mouth.

Outside the village.

When did we get this far?

Why did that giant beast come all the way out here smelling blood?

His hands were held with what appeared to be human ‘debris’. It was clear that the vivid blood was probably that of the person who became the fragment.

face to face.

I realized the sound of thunder instinctively.

That was stronger than any beast she had ever encountered. I can't beat that. Only the promised death awaits.

The tribesmen who found the monster late screamed. The men lifted up the harpoon that they used to catch fish.

And at that moment, the monster leaps to the ground.

It was a remarkable speed. Furthermore, no sound was heard. Even though such a giant monster hit the ground, it didn't make a loud earthquake.

The women surrounded the children. Even in fear, the men shouted and threw a harpoon at the monster.

But the monster was too fast. I couldn't have the strength and speed to survive the harpoon I threw in fear.

In an instant, the monster enters the village, waving his hands roughly and bouncing back at himself with shallow harpoons. I swung my other hand roughly and grabbed the tribesmen who were closest to me.

A lying sight unfolds.

The body of the tribe exploded. It's like when you squeeze a fruit with your hands, like when the juice leaks from a torn shell.

The monster grabs the tribe in one hand and eats it. The sound of chewing the bones made the anvil blossom. A new blood is poured over the monster's lips.

Fear dominated the town. The yellow eyes of the monster captured the other tribes one by one, and threw them toward the tribes while eating. The horror doubled and soared into the air.

Genocide.

I had to stop it. No, I had to carry a weapon to survive. But the thunder couldn't move. Whether the last few years had made her a coward or whether the fear of death that came to mind during the day had caught her feet.

I didn't know. But it was clear that she could not move.

Frogs in front of snakes.

The villagers, including the thunder, did not resist properly. The monster has already harmed the tribes who are close to the fever.

Not anymore. Thunderclap grabs a harpoon that falls to the ground, dragging its foot away from it. Then the monster looks back at the thunder. I turned around as if the thunder was waiting for me to pick up my weapon.

White God.

The sound of thunder recalls the only white god among your gods who could face it. It was instinct.

And that moment, that moment.

“Arghhhhhhhhhh!”

A huge roar echoed. It wasn't the monster's. It was a shout of spirit that blew away the horror of monsters that had crushed the whole town.

The tribesmen knew whose it was. Some shed a slightly different kind of tears from fear. There were tribesmen who recalled hope.

The entrance to the village leading to the forest.

Who stands there.

One who vomits horrible anger instead of being terrified of monsters that hurt the tribes.

He's a warrior of God.

It was a lightning storm.

All 17 of them looked at the video with a white tired face.

A sudden monster raid.

It was literally a monster. It resembled a giant gorilla and lightly tore a man to death. He chewed on his flesh and blood and sowed terror.

A monster that appears in myths.

Usually, as Elders, I couldn't beat that monster. No wonder I couldn't confront him.

And then there was a thunderstorm. To save the tribes, to defeat monsters.

The Lightning Storm was a warrior of God. It was a great hero who gave birth to the divine power given to him in the beginning.

But my anxiety didn't go away. The power of monsters was as absolute as the falsehood that monsters saw.

“Lightning storms...... can win, can't they? ”

Edwin said so with an anxious face. He was insecure and sought the consent of others.

“I don't lose. I... won't lose! I'm not losing!"

Dan-a-young stood up and shouted like that. But she also failed to erase the anxiety from her face. It was no different than Edward Wing. She looked at the people and Tefnet with a face that seemed to burst into tears immediately after screaming.

Agreed. Tell me yes. Tell me lightning storms will beat monsters!

Tefnet vomited a rough breath. I clenched my fist tightly to calm myself.

The people swallowed dry stings. Article 17 now had no way of helping the thunderstorms and the tribes. I almost exhausted all my powers in the belief in making chickens and bringing them down.

“Lightning Storm.”

The people looked at the "hero" in the video.

Lightning storms were nice and serene. He cared for all the tribes and realized that he was God's leader for them.

And I was angry because I did. I had never felt so angry since I was born.

Contrary to this anger, however, the lightning storms had a very cold thought in their head.

How to fight. How to defeat that monster.

The monster was huge. It was clear that its strength would be several times greater than that of the lightning storm itself. Arms were also much higher in Guinea, and the range of attacks was also superior.

The lightning storm caught a big beast once. The bigger the beast and the heavier the weight, the better the cuff. There was a beast that flew crazy even with a few spears in it, and that monster was the same size as that beast.

You can't see the battle alone.

Helm spears are used for deterrence and a true verdict must be seen as a melee battle.

The lightning storm identified a large, glorious stone axe with a waist dance. I fixed the helmet in my hand and grabbed it.

Monsters also knew that lightning storms were extraordinary.

So I waited unlike until now. I looked at the movement of the lightning storm instead of rushing first.

Monsters were not just beasts. It was evil and cunning.

The villagers remained silent. One could not move and swallowed only dry needles.

And again at some point.

Lightning storms and monsters hit the ground at the same time as promised.

The lightning storm was born and for the first time it was thrown with all its power. The helmet flew like a glow, and the monster that tried to send through the helmet did not respond as well to the speeds of the expected smiling helmet.

The helmet snaps into the monster's left shoulder. No matter how powerful it was, the giant monster lost its momentum and stumbled.

In the meantime, the thunderstorm quadrant narrows the distance between the monster and the thunderstorm. It was like stopping time. It was a huge speed.

A thunderstorm approached the vicinity of the monster while the monster groaned with pain pierced through his shoulders, instinctively closing his eyes and complaining of pain. The ground rises into the air with a strong spurt.

Every beast had a small number.

No matter how big and powerful the beast was, it was ready to die if it broke its head.

The lightning storm held the axe firmly with both hands. His body bends like a bow in the air.

Necrosis.

A lightning storm that splits a monster's head with a stone axe.

There was no such scene. I don't know if it was a target or just a coincidence, but the thunderstorm struck me in the air with the right hand swinging by the monster. The thunderstorm, buoyed by its endless power, flew more than a dozen metres and rolled the ground like a flying insect caught in the air.

Tribes groan and scream. Edwin, who was watching the handover, swallowed up the screams, and Dae-young cried out the name of the lightning storm. Tefnet's eyes became red.

Monster throws up a roar and sprints towards the fallen lightning storm. He abandoned his left arm, which did not rise properly, and raised only his right arm high. I intend to kill him with a thunderstorm with my fist grasped.

The thunderstorm stumbled and stood up. He was so messed up that the bones and muscles of his whole body screamed, but he didn't end up letting go of the axe.

Like lightning pouring from the sky, the monster's fist strikes the ground. Lightning storms avoided it by car of a barefoot. I swung a Palona Axe and smashed the monster's right arm.

The axe is broken. The monster's arm is almost cut off, and the monster vomits again in agony. The thunderstorm suddenly made fun of his feet and took a big step back. I needed a weapon. I couldn't hit that monster with my fist.

Weapons down!

It was certainly an appeal. However, the tribesmen were unable to respond properly to that appeal. I couldn't get to the side of the monster, and the thunderstorms, the mother of lightning storms, were the same.

Time is running out. The lightning storm doesn't hold the weapon, and it grabs the fist like it can't be helped. But it was already too late then.

A monster that pulls out an axe blade with its left hand that does not move well throws the blade away. I once again blew the thunderstorm that had turned my gaze to the tribesmen.

It was an attack with a rather powerless left arm, but at first it was the monstrous power of a monster that squeezed and killed a person with one hand. The thunderstorm bounces off again with a terrible sound. Even if he died in that attack, it wouldn't be weird.

But the lightning storm didn't die. Unlike before, he quickly rises up again and looks at the monster. Like giving up his right arm, the monster rushes into the lightning storm, wielding it halfway out.

Once again, the branch rang. The monster vomits because of the shock transmitted to his right arm. Even this time, a lightning storm that quickly avoided the fist put a fist in the monster's abdomen.

It was a lightning storm with a lot of power in one body. But the monster was big enough to knock him down with a simple blow, and the hide was thick.

The thunderstorm struck again without giving up, but it was useless. The monster grabs the lightning storm with his left hand and raises it to the height of the sky. Strengthened your left hand to create a lightning storm.

“Arghhhhhhhh!”

Thunderstorm throws up a terrible scream. It was a body of lightning storms that were much harder than normal people, and a monster that was powerless because of the helmet. That's why lightning storms were able to survive without dying, but that didn't mean they didn't even feel pain.

“Do something! Please!”

“Strength! I need Strength! ”

“Lightning Storm!"

Dae-A-young urged Edwin and his people. Edwing vomited with tears as he manipulated the elongated console. After all, Tefnet couldn't stand it and shed tears.

“Argh!”

Thunder rumbles. A mother of lightning storms, he overcame the horror that threatened himself. I threw the harpoon I was grasping at the monster.

And that was the beginning. The men throw a harpoon at the monster again.

But the monster was evil. I knew that the thunder was not very threatening except for the harpoon that was thrown. And I also knew how to overcome thunder very easily.

A thunderstorm grabbed by a monster pushes forward. It was like a shield and leaped toward the sound of thunder.

Thunder did not throw a new harpoon. The monster throws a thunderstorm at the sound of lightning and sees the other tribes instead of the two who fall into engagement. Like sweeping the land, he waved his arms and massacred the tribe's men.

Ordinary Elder men were different from lightning storms. The bones are broken and some parts of the body fall apart as soon as the monster strikes.

Thunder faints. Villagers die, women and children scream in tears.

Abi Kyu-hwan.

Tribes have dwindled.

Huts piled up one by one were broken. The stalk, the home of the chickens, collapsed.

The monster roars. The villagers howl.

Dan-A-young hesitated to sit back and said nothing. Edwin throws up the console and wakes up and vomits a roar.

The inhabitants did not release the console. But there was nothing I could do. Insufficient stamina. There was no way to influence the handover.

Is this how it ends? Is this how the clan Elder of clan 17 will end?

I don't. I don't let you do that.

Protect. Protect.

The people opened their eyes wide.

It was not the voice of Edward Wing, Dan-A-young, or Tefnet.

It was a lightning storm. The lightning storm was rising again.

I knew about the lightning storm.

There was no way to win now. It was impossible to defeat that monster.

But still, the lightning storm stood. Instead of giving up, I chose to be bald.

Father of the clan.

Heavenly Father.

The monster looks back at the lightning storm. The lightning storm did not turn a blind eye to such monsters.

Give me strength.

Let us protect your children.

I thought of a lightning storm white god. I could see it from the way it was repeated several times. How much the White God cares for himself, for his own tribe.

The green god was violent. But she was no different from the white god either. The lightning storm never forgot her smile, which was as bright as the moon in the night sky. A sweet, beautiful yellow god, a red god who told me many things.

The monster roars. It jumps towards the lightning storm.

The thunderstorm wished once again. I pleaded with my heart. I did not give up alone in despair and terror.

Father of the clan.

Heavenly Father.

His life had nothing to do with it. I could throw it away.

Give me strength.

Please allow me to protect your children!

It was a prayer.

An unmatched desire, a wish.

Heavenly Father.

Lightning storms and monster's gaze crossed.

And at that moment, hope was reached.

Pure faith, will, became power and was passed on.

Where does the divine power come from? What is the source of God's power?

“Arghhhhhh!”

The thunderstorm roars. The White God's people, who didn't let go of the console until the end, become thunderstorms. The lightning storm recognized the will and will of the wise white god in his body.

It was a ‘miracle’.

It was the history of gods and heroes, no matter who said it.

A white light emerged from the lightning storm. The people stepped on the right angle. As if the divine power was replacing the inner air, it gave strength to the body of the lightning storm.

The lightning storm disappeared from the monster's sight. Edwin vomits resilience, and Dang Ayong stands up.

It was the same as Edwin's fight with the people. The lightning storm, which lowered its posture slightly, moves like a real flash, pointing at the side of the monster.

The monster quickly turns his gaze. However, when he reacted, he pulled his fist after the thunderstorm had already struck.

It's a one-way ticket.

A fist made by a hero and a god.

The tribesmen all saw it. The ‘false gods’ gathered at the round table witnessed an explosion of pure divinity.

Kwagagagagagagaga river!

The noise covered the world. With the addition of rotation, the fist invades the body of the monster, and a pure white divine power is dug into the body of the monster. It shattered the inside.

The monster couldn't even scream properly. Like a lie, a monster that rises up in the air and pushes a few meters, vomits red blood and stumbles into place.

Thunderstorms vomit a rough breath. The will of the white god that was in his body left the handover again. The thunderstorm collapsed as if in place, thanking me. I vomited a rough breath.

The tribes burst into tears and roars at the same time.

“Young Min! Hey! My people!"

Edwin hurriedly rises up and approaches the people. Dan-A-young also hurriedly grabbed the hand of an outstretched soul on a chair.

“I saved you! The lightning storm knocked the monster down! ”

“Young Min! You did it! ”

The inhabitants did not respond to Edwing, Dang Ah-young and Tefnet. I had no strength in my whole body. Just as I felt the fatigue of the lightning storm, my consciousness kept weakening.

Young Min watched the last video before closing his eyes.

I saw the smile of a lightning storm.

Young Min smiled as well. I closed my eyes as I felt the touch of Dae-a-young.

In the case of Article 17, it was the victory of the lightning storm.

A monster created by divine power welcomed death.

Whoever created the monster detected it. Through the eyes of the monster, I remembered the power of the hero and the ‘fake god’ of that tribe.

One day, the day will come when we will face each other from the front.

The one who made the monster smiled as if it was very funny.