Free Web NovelChapter 14: Chapter 14: Composing the Magnari Language.
"Into gree Mor wa neee!!" (I have finally done it!)
Roman yelled at the top of his lungs, cheering at his success with a small tinge of pride mixed into his voice.
He had finally created a fully revised compound language system for the Magnari, all while depending on their vocal cords, vocal wavelengths, and behavioral patterns.
From the day of his birth until now, as a seven-year-old Magnari, he had constantly thought, deduced, and refined words, syllables, and sentence structures. Day after day, he repeated every ounce of it, slowly turning scattered sounds into a proper language.
"Greetango!! Oneto gra mrage systemo renaito?" (Strange!! Why isn’t my system rewarding me??)
Roman muttered aloud, blabbering the words, knowing full well that no one in this world could understand him even if he shouted them at the top of his lungs.
’Does the system not give rewards or Karma Points based on what I do?’
He thought hard about it.
Had he miscalculated something?
Overlooked a condition?
The first time he gained Karma Points, he had been certain that inventing or accomplishing things within this world would earn him rewards.
Yet now, despite systemizing an entire language, the system wasn’t giving him anything whatsoever.
Roman continued running possibilities through his mind, one after another, until he eventually narrowed everything down to two likely conclusions.
The first — and by far the most logical one — was that what he personally did in this world didn’t matter.
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How much impact his actions had on the world and its species.
The greater the influence, the greater the reward.
In other words, simply creating a language wasn’t enough.
The Magnari actually had to use it.
Adopt it.
Be changed by it.
Only then would the system acknowledge his contribution.
The second possibility was the one he wholeheartedly wished would never turn out to be true.
That Karma Points could only be earned while he existed in his God form within the Void.
Meaning that manipulating worlds from above counted, while living inside them as a creation did not.
’That would restrict me greatly if Karma Points only work while I’m in the Void as a God and not as a creation itself,’ Roman concluded with a soft sigh.
Before he could think further, another voice stole his attention.
"Gree ma Go?" freёwebnoѵel.com
A small toddler stared up at him with slightly worried eyes while gently tugging at his leg.
"Gramate uttoro ki matero?" (What do you want now, little one?)
The child obviously didn’t understand Roman’s recently created language and simply continued staring at him.
Over the years, Roman had grown noticeably bulkier than most of his peers, making him unintentionally intimidating.
Most Magnari children almost stopped interacting with him.
However, this particular toddler seemed strangely attached to him.
No matter what Roman did to scare him away, the little one never budged. Instead, he constantly sought Roman out and made playful gestures whenever he got the chance.
Gre Ma Go.
A four-year-old toddler.
In terms of family relations, he would technically be Roman’s younger brother from the next generation.
After Roman and his generation had learned to walk on two legs and use their front limbs as hands rather than paws, Mother Magnari had entered hibernation alongside Father Magnari.
A month later, they returned with another batch of eggs.
Gre Ma Go had hatched from that batch.
’If I’m not mistaken, Gre Ma Go should start learning to walk upright after successfully memorizing his name. The elders will teach the younger generation, then train them to use their front paws as hands as well.’
Magnari possessed a surprisingly complex biological structure.
Until the age of three, they mostly ate, slept, crawled, and made sounds.
At three came the naming ritual.
They repeatedly learned and shouted their names until memorization became instinctive.
After that, the adults gradually taught them how to walk on two legs, followed by how to properly use their front limbs as hands.
Roman found the entire process fascinating.
Especially because he had experienced every stage himself.
Placing the little Magnari on his shoulder, Roman began walking around the settlement.
Over the next few years, Roman started focusing more on building relationships with the elders — more specifically, his parents, uncles, and aunts — rather than children who were frightened by his mere presence.
Unlike his peers and the younger generation, the elders valued him highly.
He possessed a strong build, impressive physique, and despite the odd habit of keeping most of his eyes closed, the elders knew Gree Ka Go was capable of outperforming many Magnari his age.
As time passed, his standing among the elders only continued to rise.
Gree Ka Go was dependable.
While most children spent their days playing, sleeping, or wandering around aimlessly, Roman constantly assisted the elders whenever possible. Whether it was helping carry food, accompanying hunting groups, gathering materials, or simply observing how the Magnari behaved, he always made himself useful. And usefulness held value among a species that still largely operated on instinct.
It was through this trust that Roman eventually started experimenting with his language.
At first, he did not make any grand attempts to teach it. Such a thing would have been pointless. The Magnari did not understand the concept of teaching, nor did they possess enough vocabulary to explain vocabulary itself. Thus Roman simply began introducing words whenever opportunities naturally presented themselves.
While walking beside several elders during a gathering trip, he pointed toward a large tree and casually spoke.
"Grtee."
The elders briefly glanced at the tree before continuing their work.
Roman wasn’t disappointed.
He repeated the process again later.
Whenever he saw a tree, he called it Grtee. Whenever an elder looked at one, Roman would point and repeat the same sound as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Days passed.
Nothing happened.
Then one day, while collecting food from a nearby grove, an elder suddenly pointed toward a cluster of trees in the distance and uttered a familiar sound.
"Grtee."
Roman nearly stopped walking.
The elder hadn’t repeated the word because Roman had just spoken it.
The elder had used it independently.
More importantly, he had used it correctly.
Roman remained silent and simply continued observing.
Over the following weeks he expanded the experiment.
Large stones became Groka.
Lava became Lavra.
Fire became Gora.
He never attempted to force the words onto anyone. He merely used them consistently whenever the corresponding object appeared. The elders would occasionally repeat them. Sometimes they would forget. Sometimes they would replace them with ordinary sounds.
Yet slowly, almost imperceptibly, the words started sticking.
One elder would use Grtee.
Another would hear it and use it later.
A third would repeat it during a hunting trip.
The process reminded Roman of a small spark landing on dry grass. Individually, each occurrence seemed insignificant. Yet given enough time, the influence quietly spread on its own.
The true surprise came when the younger generation began copying the elders.
A child pointed toward a tree.
"Grtee."
Another pointed toward a rock.
"Groka."
Neither of them had learned the words from Roman directly.
They had learned them from observing the adults.
Roman stood there watching the exchange while numerous thoughts ran through his head.
’Interesting.’
He had initially believed language would be difficult to introduce. After all, the Magnari had never developed one naturally. Yet looking at it now, perhaps language itself was not the difficult part.
Association was.
Once enough individuals attached a specific sound to a specific object, the rest seemed to happen on its own. The species instinctively favored consistency. Useful sounds survived. Useless ones disappeared.
The realization made Roman strangely excited.
What he was witnessing wasn’t merely the spread of a few words.
It was the foundation of communication.
The first tiny step toward civilization.
And just as that thought settled into his mind, a familiar notification abruptly appeared before his vision.
[Ding!]
Roman froze.
Several elders continued walking past him completely unaware of the translucent screen floating before his eyes.
[The Magnari have adopted terminology created by the Lesser God.]
[Influence detected in the species of Magnari]
[Contribution to Cultural Development recognized.]
[Reward: +100 KP.]
[Total Karma Points: 100]
Roman stared at the notification for several seconds.
Then a grin slowly spread across his face.
His first theory had been correct.
