Free Web NovelChapter 12: Chapter 12: Gree Ka Go!
"Logout."
Volcano muttered softly, and instantly, a mysterious luminous portal appeared in the void.
He had observed his world, Volcan, for quite a stretch of hours. However, nothing particularly interesting had occurred yet apart from Magnari hunting stealthily, while the Silicari species hunted, ate, and slept proudly as the dominant species.
None of it had truly interested Volcano.
He had occasionally chatted in the Universal Chat — the only place where he could still entertain himself. However, after the confrontation with Void Null, he had started choosing his words more carefully, avoiding giving away any more information about his world or species.
As a result, even the chat itself had become limited.
"Ughh! They could’ve made one hour equal to ten or twenty years! It’s boring how they proceed year by year while we just watch!"
Such a timeframe system by Godcraft existed to balance the game across the multiverse. Volcano was aware of the reason, even so, he still had to swallow his frustration.
"Whatever! Let’s just log out for now and get some sleep ASAP. Nine hours of constant gaming could make me collapse."
His whispers faded into the void as he stepped into the luminous portal.
His body emerged on the other side inside a pleasantly welcoming apartment.
He took a long breath before collapsing onto his standardized double-suite squishy bed, feeling drained from everything he had experienced.
This was the vast difference between an SRMMO and a VRMMO.
In traditional virtual reality games, one didn’t need separate rest afterward — the body remained at rest while the simulation occurred in the mind, like a lucid dream, still remarkably realistic and enjoyable.
But Soul Reality hit differently. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Volcano had been physically present in that mysterious void with both body and mind. Every ounce of excitement, frustration, uneasiness, and anger....he had experienced them in real time, firsthand, as if he had truly transmigrated rather than merely played a game.
In any case..
The room itself was highly extravagant. Spacious, with a green light screen stretched across the wall — a modern interface that had replaced twentieth-century televisions. To his right sat a desktop covered in a highly technical system filled with differently colored buttons. The ceiling was elaborately designed, while the floor remained spotless at all times.
"Sophie! Play some light-hearted, peaceful music. Turn off the lights and switch on the air conditioner."
[Playing peaceful sleepy music]
[Lights off]
[Air conditioner on]
[Have a pleasant rest, Young Master]
The apartment AI spoke softly, careful not to disturb Volcano any further.
Minutes later, soft snoring filled the room.
Volcano had fallen asleep.
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’It should be like this, right?’
"Gree ka Go!"
"Gree ka Go!"
Roman yelled loudly along with the others, who were repeating similar sounds as well.
"Gree ka gi!"
"Gree Ka Gon!"
"Gree Ka Gok!"
Every newborn who had turned three had started shouting such words supposedly their names. This gesture existed to ensure no newborn ever forgot their name, even if they forgot everything else.
A disputed Magnari superstition — at least, that was how Roman had framed it.
"Gree Ka Go!"
Roman shouted again.
’So this is my name here? They can’t actually produce proper sounds yet. They communicate through short words and wavelength patterns, but even so... they’ve already grasped the concept of names. Fascinating.’
A genuine chuckle slipped through his thoughts.
Three years of living in Volcan under Mother Magnari’s care and tenderness had given him experiences he had never truly had with his own parents.
Magnari moved in predictable patterns as well.
After birth, the Mother Magnari bore full responsibility for childcare, while the Father Magnari hunted and scavenged food for the family.
They were not yet aware of tribes, but given how things were developing, such a future was not far away.
Roman was certain that within a few years, they would form tribes, and many more complex behaviors would emerge.
"Gree Ka Go!"
He repeated the sound again, continuing the memorization process, until a sudden push struck his side, causing him to stumble slightly on his four paws.
"Gre ka go?"
He turned his gaze sideways with mild annoyance. Roman still kept his remaining six eyes closed — if they had been open, he wouldn’t have needed to turn his neck to know who it was.
Over the years, he had learned to open them briefly, but they strained his body and overloaded his senses, making him nauseous. Thus, he kept them shut most of the time, avoiding unnecessary complications.
"Gre ka chuu! Gre ka chuu!!!"
The Magnari who had bumped into him panicked, clearly intimidated by his unusual behavior.
It was nothing new. Even his own siblings kept their distance, interacting only when necessary.
And Gre ka chuu — she was an aspiring toddler from another Magnari mother. By human terms, she could be considered an aunt figure, though such relations had not yet formed as a concept.
Roman eyed her silently.
Gre ka chuu stumbled again on her four paws, desperately trying to escape the "monstrous" figure before her.
Roman’s frame was slightly larger than others his age, which never helped ease the fear he unintentionally caused.
"Gree nooo!!"
He made the sound as gently as possible to show harmless annoyance, but to Gre ka chuu it came across as intense anger.
She quickly gathered herself and ran away with her tail tucked between her legs.
’Damn it. I was used to solitude, but what kind of solitude is this? They can barely stand in front of me.’
If they treated him as an outcast because of differences, he could have at least used it as a fuel to grow stronger, surprised them later, and slowly earned his place among them while teaching them language.
Roman had already mapped out his path forward.
The path itself was Simple enough.
He would make them recognize him. Make them rely on him. Eventually, make them revere him as he taught them a language he would construct himself — based on their vocal range, wavelength patterns, and instinctive sounds.
And once they reached a point where they feared the unknown... or needed something greater than themselves...
He would introduce the concept of God.
He would claim to be the God of this world and build his following.
’Even one follower in this primitive world would give me authority over Volcan’s world. After all, he has no followers... not yet.’
With those thoughts settling, and the earlier incident fading from his mind, he returned to practicing his name again. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"Gree Ka Goo!"
"Gree ka Goo!"
