Becoming Their Guiding Spirit

After these days, having thoroughly familiarized herself with Lucas Reeve’s presence, Zumama was somewhat reluctant for him to leave her. Even after the duel ended, Zumama was worried that he might feel his mission was accomplished and return directly to the idol.

But...

Why did those words sound so strange...

Nearby, the High Priest, flapping its wings, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Zumama had not gone astray.

Humans and gods are ultimately on different paths.

A human’s lifespan is but a hundred years... even long-lived species might live for a thousand or two thousand years at most. But for immortals like them, or beings at the level of gods, their lifespans are virtually endless.

In the eyes of a god.

A human’s life is but a fleeting moment, gone in the blink of an eye.

In the days that followed.

The entire [Eunectes Tribe], due to the Big Ugly created by Zumama, was swept up in a mechanical craze. Through Big Ugly, the entire tribe officially recognized that these assembled metal lumps could contain such terrifying power.

Villagers who couldn’t even read a single word, one by one, bought a few books from the merchant guild in a semblance of effort, trying to learn and build a moving metal contraption like Zumama’s.

However...

Not everyone’s learning ability was as strong as Zumama’s.

In fact.

Even with Zumama’s learning ability, it took her so many years of painstaking study to make a tiny bit of progress, let alone ordinary villagers who couldn’t even read.

However, this craze only lasted a few days.

Some villagers discovered that these books, filled with densely packed, unrecognizable words, seemed to possess a special magic that could make a person who was wide awake one moment fall into a drowsy state the next.

Many villagers believed that these books were divine texts, and only those recognized by the gods were qualified to read them. Those who were not recognized by the gods would fall asleep, which was a divine punishment.

Mortals must not pry!

*Hiss!!*

And precisely because of this.

The vast majority of villagers in the [Eunectes Tribe] considered Zumama to be a person under the protection of the gods. All the knowledge in her mind was the greatest proof of the gods’ approval.

And it was because of these overly abstract assumptions.

That the vast majority of villagers in the [Eunectes Tribe] regarded Zumama as the god’s representative in the mortal world, an apostle of the god, who would lead the people of the tribe to glory through such miraculous means.

Their respect for Zumama even surpassed the respect they had for any previous generation of Chieftains.

Some in the tribe even proposed abolishing the chieftain duel rule. After all, Chieftain Zumama was the Chieftain appointed by the Lord God himself. If she were to lose her position as Chieftain due to some accident in the future, wouldn’t that be equivalent to angering the god? Wouldn’t the entire tribe have to suffer the god’s punishment as a result?

Zumama didn’t pay much attention to this call at first, thinking it was just a casual joke.

After all, the chieftain duel every three or four years was a tradition that had been maintained for many years. How could it be abolished just like that?

But Zumama had overlooked one problem.

In the past, no one would have cared about such talk, but now things were different.

The god had shown his power!!

And after the god showed his power, Zumama developed this moving metal contraption. It was hard for people not to think in that direction.

Unexpectedly, after a few days.

More and more people agreed.

In the end, the rule of the chieftain duel was temporarily abolished. As long as Chieftain Zumama was in office, unless she herself did not want to be, there would be no way to replace her. And the chieftain who emerged from future duels would be the number two chieftain... specifically to be Zumama’s subordinate.

Such an absurd regulation.

Was passed in a very abstract way without Chieftain Zumama’s knowledge. Even Zumama herself was completely surprised, speechless beyond shock.

And under Zumama’s consideration.

The entire tribe also collectively migrated to the foot of a nearby mountain cliff.

This place was close to an iron mine. In the future, even if they excavated it together and sold it to the merchant guild, they could earn a lot. Moreover, being close to the iron mine was very convenient for forging armor.

And during these days, Lucas Reeve was not idle either.