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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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Jamad, the mountain shaman and leader of the Rock Tusk Tribe, was facing the most troublesome incident since he had ascended to the position of chieftain.
He had taken the Rock Fist from the treasure vault, killing all the guards. The other treasures were of little value compared to the Rock Fist, so he didn’t care if someone took them.
‘This is a crisis.’
A huge bell of crisis rang in his head. The tribe, which had been sharing blood until midnight, was now trying to kill each other. It couldn’t be that they were all under a spell, so the cause of this situation was probably the blood they had shared.
No, actually, figuring out the cause of the problem wasn’t important right now. The cause couldn’t be determined in a short time, so there was something else that was important now.
‘What’s important is not who did it, but how to stop it.’
There was still a way. If the leaders united, they could stop it.
‘But the enemy must have known that, which is why they targeted the treasure vault and Makgata.’
No matter who the enemy was, if the remaining brothers united and resisted the threat, they could stop it. But as long as they suspected each other, the brothers would not unite.
‘My brothers are probably not behind this.’
His brothers were greedy. So it was clear that they wouldn’t use such a violent method to target the tribe. Yes, this method was…
‘My method.’
It was that violent and direct. It tore the tribe apart, making it impossible to tell who was friend and who was foe. In this situation, the most reliable thing was none other than strength.
Only the one with power could remain unshaken in this situation.
‘So my brothers suspect me.’
That was why he had brought the Rock Fist. The most reliable thing in this situation was the strongest power. No matter what crisis came, as long as he had the Rock Fist, he could endure it.
His brothers already suspected him, so it didn’t matter whether he had stolen the Rock Fist or not. Jamad hid the Rock Fist under his huge throne in the assembly hall.
And he waited, hoping that the situation would not escalate to an extreme in a short while. His wait was short. Soon, he heard a presence. Trolls, a little smaller than him, entered the Rock Tusk assembly hall.
“You’ve come, my brothers.”
Trogo, Miyam, Kron. The remaining brothers, excluding the dead Makgata, had visited the tribe’s assembly hall.
“Jamad, choose your words carefully. We suspect you.”
“My brothers. Will you listen to my story?”
“…”
“Although we were forced to become brothers by the previous generation of shamans, I have never once regretted it.”
“The previous generation… you mean the ones you wiped out because they got in your way?”
It was Jamad’s doing that he had killed all the previous generation of shamans and stolen their shamanistic power.
At that time, his brothers had neither helped nor stopped him, but had tacitly approved. Jamad silently told his story. Looking at the troll who was challenging his authority by looking him straight in the eye.
“Kron, I understand that you feel a sense of rivalry with me. Your closest goal is probably me. Perhaps you’re very pleased with this opportunity. Yes, the tribe has become like this in just one night, and yet you still so desperately want my position?”
“You understand me? Ha! Then you will understand the fate that has befallen you?”
Jamad’s eyes gradually turned bloodshot as they talked. They were also maintaining their sanity with their mental strength, but since they had drunk Mael’s Potion of Madness, their ferocity was doubled.
“Brothers. I made a vow when I wiped out the previous generation. I would break the forced traditions and rules of the Rock Tusk and move on to the next generation. Didn’t I spare you all for that?”
“What? Spare us? How arrogant you are! Do you think we would be easily defeated if you had the intention to kill us? Do you look down on the shamanism of the previous generation just because you killed them? Enough! You have always looked down on us with arrogant eyes!”
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Spears, axes, and even shamanistic staffs. Jamad’s brothers had not come here to discuss with him. They intended to completely overturn the power structure of the Rock Tusk, using the chieftain’s incompetence as a pretext.
“Then… you will also pay the price for that arrogance!”
The brothers’ faces, with their tattooed faces, hardened, and they shouted at Jamad.
“Why do you not say anything about Makgata’s death?”
“That goes for you too.”
“What?”
“Now that you have drawn your weapons, we are enemies. So let me tell you. Why I am not investigating Makgata’s death.”
Jamad looked at Kron with colder eyes than ever before.
“We… are not real brothers. When a conflict arises, we are the first to suspect each other.”
“…Yes. You may be right.”
“Are you not proving it now? The first to come for my life, before the unknown enemy, is your blade.”
“Then let’s stop this terrible game of brotherhood. The ones who survive this will lead the tribe.”
“I agree.”
Kron and the other brothers’ eyes turned bloodshot. They could not control their boiling blood. Their gazes contrasted with Jamad’s, who was calmly looking at them.
The overheated atmosphere did not seem to be calming down at all. Jamad remembered that even at this moment, his tribe members were dying.
Creak.
Jamad stood up from his chair. His larger stature than his brothers. That small difference created a large gap.
Crack!
Jamad broke the bone chair and took something out from it.
Whoosh!
It was the brilliantly shining Rock Fist. The Rock Fist exuded its presence, showing off its brilliance.
“The Rock Fist!”
“So it was you who was behind this! We were right!”
Jamad put on the Rock Fist he had hidden before his brothers came in.
Clank. Clank.
“Jamad stole it!”
“Don’t think you’ll die a peaceful death, you traitor to the tribe!”
Jamad casually waved his hand, as if it wasn’t even worth responding.
“Yes, you’re right. It was all my doing.”
The rift of conflict was deep, and their trust was shallow.
Thud, thud, thud!
The brothers, including Kron, stood up from their chairs and waved their hands, and in an instant, a pile of rocks invaded the meeting room.
“We must kill him! Jamad is targeting us!”
“Jamad killed Makgata too!”
“He’s trying to swallow the tribe using the Rock Fist!”
The foolish three brothers united and began to cast shamanistic spells.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Sharp rocks and sticky mud messed up the room and gathered in one place. Jamad quietly chanted.
“Mother of the Earth, Tancreed, if the Rock Tusk must shed blood, we will gladly do so. But it will be the blood of the useless.”
A huge amount of shamanistic power gathered in him, who had put on the Rock Fist on both arms.
Whoooooosh—!
Jamad declared.
“Jamad is a mountain, and a mountain does not shake.”
“Don’t be arrogant, Jamad!”
“This time, we will decide on a single chieftain!”
“You always thought you were above us!”
Jamad, the mountain shaman who had put on the sacred object of the earth, sneered coldly.
Crack!
Crash!
Rocks, gravel, and mud combined and surged towards Jamad. But Jamad’s shamanistic power, who had obtained the Rock Fist, overwhelmed them.
Craaaaaack!
“Aaaaaagh!”
“Miyam! No!”
“What… how can he have such power…”
Miyam’s entire body was torn apart by rock fragments. He died a futile death, a stark contrast to his arrogant attitude.
The giant, who had been crouching, had appeared in the world with the Rock Fist.
“M-Miyam is d-dead!”
“Damn it!”
Jamad’s Rock Fist continued to shine.
Whoosh—!
His body was soon surrounded by solid rock. Every time he used a shamanistic spell, the Rock Fist emitted a strange light.
“The Rock Tusk, united by the blood you shed, will become stronger than now!”
“To forcibly draw on the power of the earth! You will be punished by heaven…”
“It won’t last long! That power is not something a single shaman can handle!”
Crash!
Jamad, covered in rock, charged, and the gravel shamanism was futilely deflected, and soon, Trogo was caught by him.
Crack! Crack!
Trogo was crushed in Jamad’s embrace.
“Ugh, ugh…”
“Trogoooo!”
“Jamad! How dare you…”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get rid of you sooner. Perhaps I felt a sliver of pity for you, who became my brothers by force.”
“Don’t look down on meeeeee!”
Kron, his eyes bloodshot, charged, his body also covered in rock, just like Jamad.
Crash!
“Ugh… ugh…”
“Haa… haa…”
After a long, long battle, Jamad finally succeeded in defeating the last brother. His arm, which had pierced Kron’s chest, was the proof.
“Jamad… cough… you will pay the price for betraying your brothers…”
“Kron, you are not fit to be a king. You are foolish and easily swayed.”
“I will… I will…”
“Go.”
Thump.
Jamad knelt down on one knee.
“Haa… haa…. Cough… annoying things…”
Crackle—
Screeeech!
The Rock Fist screamed. He had been able to defeat his brothers by forcibly drawing on its immense power, but at the same time, his body was in tatters.
As his brothers had said, the power of the Rock Fist was not something a single shaman could wield.
‘But… it’s okay. Now the only center of the tribe is me. I just have to build it up again. First, to overcome the current situation, I need to unite the tribe members…’
Thud.
Thud.
A presence was felt. Jamad instinctively knew that the person standing outside the door was there for his life.
Creak.
“…Who is it!”
Jamad squeezed out his strength and threw a rock fragment. But a sword imbued with moonlight parried the fragment.
Clang!
The one who had parried the fragment was Kang Seol’s summon, Karuna. Kang Seol, who had been leading Karuna, stepped forward and greeted Jamad.
“Should brothers fight? You should get along.”
– Satan: Professor, we haven’t learned that yet.
– Don’t fight, kiss!
– This is… human? Ugh… disgusting!
– I don’t know if he’s the strongest among humans, but I know he’s the most evil…. I like this?
– Crazy, really; I thought it was some kind of bullshit, but he had it all planned out? How did the 5 brothers suddenly become an only child! Why did the large family fall apart!
– He only caught one, but why were all 5 brothers wiped out? I can’t believe what I’m seeing;
Swoosh…
Kang Seol stood before Jamad in the darkest hour of the morning. The outer walls of the assembly hall were riddled with holes from the brothers’ fight, and moonlight was streaming in.
Whoosh!
“…It’s you. The one who planned this. Of course, my incompetent brothers wouldn’t have been able to do this.”
The opponent was unlikely to say anything kind, so Kang Seol didn’t bother to continue the conversation. The place and the situation were not suitable for a conversation.
The opponent seemed to think the same. Jamad, who had received multiple grudge curses and was exhausted from overuse of shamanism, struggled to get up.
Whoosh!
Kang Seol, who had confirmed that, smiled with a tense face and nodded at Karuna. Karuna, imbued with moonlight, stepped forward with his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Jamad’s eyes, confronting him, were now completely red. A terrible anger flowed from his gaze. Jamad asked Kang Seol, “Demon, do you want the mountain?”
Crack!
Jamad let out a scream that sounded like it was being torn from his throat and charged fiercely at Karuna.
“Then, try and take it!”
However, when Jamad was almost upon Karuna, Karuna’s aura changed drastically.
Crackle!
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