Free Web NovelChapter 15: Chapter 15: Wind of the first Misfortune.
[Name: Gree Ka Go! (Pseudonym in effect)]
[Age: 8 Years Old]
[Affinity: Fire Based]
[Believers: 0]
[Lifespan: 100 Years]
[Karma Points: 100]
Roman quickly glanced over his status.
Unlike within the Void where he existed as a God, the system interface had simplified itself considerably. There was no God Name, Authority, Divine Rank, or any of the other attributes that normally accompanied his status. Instead, only information relevant to his current existence as a Creation remained displayed before him.
’Neat.’
Roman found himself rather pleased by the arrangement.
There was no unnecessary information cluttering the screen, no explanations attempting to guide him toward a particular path. The status merely presented the facts and left the rest to him. Even so, the message was clear enough. Everything ultimately pointed toward a single objective.
Believers.
His gaze drifted downward toward the younger Magnari who were currently attempting to walk on two legs below him while he sat atop a large basalt rock overlooking part of the settlement.
The elders had grown increasingly fond of him over the years and their favoritism had reached a point where they had begun assigning him what they considered important responsibilities. One such responsibility involved supervising the younger generation whenever the adults found themselves occupied elsewhere.
The younger Magnari themselves appeared far less enthusiastic about the arrangement.
Whenever Roman approached, backs straightened almost immediately. Those fooling around suddenly became diligent. Those attempting to avoid practice abruptly rediscovered their motivation. It had reached a point where merely standing nearby was often enough to improve their behavior.
’Heh. Looks like I finally found a place where this intimidating face is useful.’
Roman inwardly lampooned while jumping down from the basalt rock. Several children visibly stiffened the moment he landed among them. One nearly lost his balance in his hurry to stand properly while another quickly abandoned whatever excuse he had been preparing moments earlier.
The sight amused Roman more than it probably should have.
Over the past couple of years, the Magnari language experiment had also continued progressing steadily. What had originally begun as a collection of names for objects had slowly developed into something far more coherent.
The species now possessed words for many of the things surrounding them. Trees, Lava, rocks, fire, hunting, movement, commands, and numerous other concepts had gradually acquired shared sounds attached to them. The structure remained primitive and nowhere near a complete language, yet it had undeniably become a language nonetheless.
More importantly, it continued growing without his direct involvement.
The younger generations learned words from the elders. The elders adopted useful additions from the younger generations. Occasionally Roman would introduce something new and, if it proved useful enough, the Magnari would gradually incorporate it into daily life.
That alone had taught Roman an important lesson.
Civilization was far less about invention than adoption.
A person could create a thousand brilliant ideas and accomplish absolutely nothing if nobody used them. Meanwhile, even the simplest concept could transform an entire species if it became integrated into their daily existence.
The realization had altered how Roman viewed his future plans.
As a result, he had started paying greater attention to other aspects of Magnari society, particularly hunting.
At first it had merely been curiosity.
Then curiosity turned into observation.
The more Roman watched hunting parties leave and return, the more apparent certain limitations became. Magnari were physically impressive creatures. Their bodies possessed natural strength, powerful limbs, durable scales, sharp claws, and enough instinctive aggression to overwhelm many predators inhabiting Volcan.
Yet despite possessing all those advantages, they remained terribly inefficient.
Every hunt relied almost entirely upon physical contact. They chased prey, cornered it, clawed it apart, and occasionally suffered injuries in the process. Even successful hunts often left wounds behind.
Roman found the entire thing strangely wasteful.
The thought lingered in his mind for months afterward. Whenever he accompanied a hunting group, he found himself observing their methods more than the prey itself. Whenever he gathered resources, his eyes would occasionally drift toward unusual stones or particularly sturdy branches. Even while teaching younger Magnari, a portion of his mind remained occupied by the same persistent question.
If language represented one of the foundations of civilization, then what came next?
The answer wasn’t particularly difficult to reach.
Tools.
And among tools, weapons occupied a unique position.
A species capable of creating weapons could kill stronger creatures than themselves, defend territory more efficiently, and gather food with greater consistency. Throughout human history, weapons had existed long before many other advancements.
There was no reason the Magnari should be any different.
Once Roman reached that conclusion, experimentation naturally followed.
The process itself took considerably longer than he initially expected. Several of his early attempts failed outright. Certain stones shattered too easily while others proved impossible to sharpen effectively. Some branches snapped under pressure while others lacked flexibility entirely.
The elders watched much of this with growing curiosity.
By now they had long since accepted Roman’s peculiar behavior as normal. Whenever Gree Ka Go became obsessed with something, it usually ended up benefiting the settlement somehow. Thus, instead of interfering, many simply observed. A few even began bringing him unusual materials whenever they encountered something potentially useful.
Roman accepted everything.
Most proved worthless.
Some did not.
Eventually, after countless adjustments and repeated failures, an actual result emerged from the process.
A sharpened stone firmly attached to a long wooden shaft through tightly woven plant fibers and naturally hardened resin.
By human standards, the object was crude enough to appear laughable.
By Magnari standards, however, it represented something entirely unprecedented.
Roman slowly rotated the completed weapon between his hands while examining the final product.
A spear.
Simple.
Practical.
Most importantly, reproducible.
The elders gathered around him shortly afterward, their attention fixed entirely upon the unfamiliar object. Some attempted touching the stone tip while others inspected the shaft itself. One particularly curious elder nearly cut himself while examining the sharpened edge, forcing Roman to pull the weapon away before the situation escalated into the world’s first recorded case of technological self-harm.
The elder appeared deeply offended by the confiscation.
Roman chose not to comment.
The true test arrived several weeks later.
A hunting party had ventured deeper into the wilderness than usual after signs of larger prey were discovered nearby. Roman naturally accompanied them, carrying the spear along with him despite receiving numerous curious glances throughout the journey.
The opportunity eventually arrived when a large reptilian creature emerged from the surrounding vegetation.
The beast wasn’t particularly dangerous by Magnari standards, but it possessed enough size and durability that bringing it down normally required multiple hunters working together.
Roman quietly observed it for several moments.
The elders began spreading out instinctively, preparing for another conventional hunt.
Roman, however, remained where he was.
A thought surfaced in his mind as he looked between the creature and the spear resting in his hand.
Human beings had invented weapons because they lacked physical power.
Magnari had physical power already.
What would happen when both were combined?
Curiosity won.
Roman adjusted his footing, shifted his balance through his tail, and launched the spear forward with every ounce of force his Magnari body could muster.
The result exceeded every expectation.
The weapon crossed the distance almost instantly before piercing deep into the creature’s body. The impact alone staggered the beast while the penetration proved devastating enough that it collapsed only moments later.
Silence followed.
Not because the prey had died.
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Rather, every elder present had witnessed what killed it.
Their eyes shifted repeatedly between the corpse and the weapon protruding from it.
Roman himself found his attention occupied by an entirely different realization.
The spear had performed far better than anticipated.
Far better.
A human throwing such a primitive weapon would never have achieved comparable results. Magnari strength had amplified the weapon’s effectiveness to a ridiculous degree.
Numerous possibilities immediately began surfacing within Roman’s mind.
Improved designs.
Different weapon types.
Specialized hunting equipment.
Military applications.
The beginnings of warfare.
Meanwhile, the elders approached the fallen creature and carefully removed the spear. Curiosity quickly replaced their earlier confusion as they passed the weapon between themselves, examining it from every angle. Roman had witnessed similar reactions before when introducing words into the Magnari language.
The pattern felt familiar.
Useful things spread.
Language had spread because it was useful.
And weapons?
Weapons were very useful.
A faint smile appeared on Roman’s face as the realization settled in.
Civilization rarely advanced through grand revolutions. More often, it progressed through small ideas that gradually proved their value until eventually nobody remembered a time before they existed.
The spear would likely follow the same path.
And just as that thought crossed his mind, a familiar notification appeared before his vision.
[Ding!]
[The Magnari have witnessed and acknowledged the first crafted weapon.]
[Contribution to Technological Development recognized.]
[The Magnari have begun conceptualizing tools beyond natural biology.]
[Karma Points +125]
[Karma Points: 100 -> 225]
Roman stared at the notification for a long moment before shifting his gaze toward the elders who were still passing the spear around amongst themselves.
A grin slowly formed on his face, satisfied with the outcome.
Roman spent another year teaching the Magnaris new vocabulary and the art of weapon creation, all while formulating increasingly complex ideas within his mind. As their understanding expanded, so too did the settlement’s ability to survive. What had once been a scattered group struggling against the wilderness was gradually becoming something more organized, more capable, and far more dangerous than before.
His growing popularity among the elders had also sparked jealousy among many of his aspiring peers. Rather than viewing his success with admiration, they saw it as a challenge to overcome, pushing themselves to work harder in an attempt to earn the same recognition. Roman naturally took advantage of this development, introducing teamwork-based fighting styles, coordinated hunting tactics, and specialized roles within the tribe.
The younger Magnaris, the older ones, and those with particularly unique physiques were divided according to their strengths and capabilities. Each group was trained differently, allowing them to contribute where they were most effective. The results quickly became apparent as the Magnaris’ survival rate rose by a significant margin, their hunts became more successful, and casualties that had once been common occurrences steadily declined.
Everything was proceeding exactly according to plan, resting comfortably within the palm of his hand.
Until one day.
While sitting atop a large basalt rock overlooking the steadily growing settlement, Roman felt a strange sense of unease creep into his heart for the very first time since arriving in this world. It was faint at first, little more than an instinctive discomfort, yet it grew stronger with every passing second.
Slowly, his gaze drifted toward the eastern horizon.
’I was wondering when exactly will this act begin...’
"The much anticipated first Misfortune."
He blurted out in his real world language,A sheer amount of excitement building within him.
