Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I could faintly feel it beyond my heart. Humanity was stirring. New knowledge was flowing into them.

‘Grow well.’

First dungeon cleared. 200 points invested.

It had been a pretty good day.

Then it happened.

Ding!

A new window appeared before my eyes. It wasn’t a system message.

It was a screen.

‘...What is this?’

In front of the cave. The Primitive Humans were gathered together, making something.

A wooden pillar. They were carving it with stone axes.

Little by little. Bit by bit, its form emerged. A familiar build, and a familiar face.

‘...Me?’

It was me.

The Primitive Humans were making a statue modeled after me.

Stones were piled around the statue. In a circle. A round enclosure. Inside were dried grass and flowers.

An altar, no, a temple. Primitive, but unmistakably a temple.

‘Are they worshipping me?’

Goosebumps rose across my skin.

What was I to them? A being who descended from the sky. The one who brought them fire. A god who bestowed knowledge.

The Awakened appeared on the screen.

He knelt before the statue. He clasped his hands together. He bowed his head.

The meaning was obvious. Prayer, supplication... no one had taught them, yet they were doing it because they wanted to.

The other humans followed and knelt down. One, two... eventually all of them.

‘...’

I was speechless.

Ding!

[Faith Emerged]

Primitive Humanity has begun worshipping the Ruler as a god.

A temple has been constructed.

New function unlocked!

▸ Descent (Once Per Day)

― Descend upon the planet without consuming points

― Duration: Up to 1 hour

― Cooldown: 24 hours

‘Descent.’

Only once a day, but I could go without spending points.

It was a function that hadn’t existed in the game.

The Primitive Humans on the screen were still praying. Toward me. Earnestly.

Ding!

[Notification]

Humanity wishes to see you.

‘...’

I laughed.

‘Can’t be helped.’

[Descent]

Traveling to the planet.

Vwoom.

My heart resonated. A familiar sensation. Light poured down.

I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again.

I was standing in front of the cave, before my statue.

The Primitive Humans all raised their heads at once. Their eyes widened, their mouths fell open.

Their god had descended.

“Graaaaa!”

The Awakened shouted. It was a cheer. The other humans followed suit, crying out as they ran toward me. Crying. Laughing.

‘...What’s with these guys.’

I was flustered. But it wasn’t bad.

No. I liked it.

Looking around, the scenery had changed greatly from before.

More than ten primitive huts had been built, and pottery was being fired on one side. Smoke rose from clay vessels set over the fire.

On the other side, they were making bows. Bending branches and attaching strings.

‘...Fast.’

I couldn’t help but admire them.

It had only been a few hours in real-world time since I transmitted the knowledge. And they were already this far along.

Then.

“...Thank you.”

‘?!’

I doubted my ears.

“What did you say?”

“Thank. You.”

Clumsy, but unmistakable pronunciation. My language.

‘How?’

I hadn’t transmitted any language-related technology. The system had assigned agriculture, animal husbandry, pottery, bows, and construction.

Yet he was speaking.

‘Because he’s Awakened?’

Perhaps the fact that he had been chosen as an Awakened wasn’t simply coincidence.

Could it be because he was ahead of the others in both body and intelligence?

I swallowed my questions and patted him on the shoulder.

“I’m counting on you from now on too.”

The Awakened nodded vigorously.

Then.

Ding!

[Warning]

Hostile Race Approaching Detected

An orc group is approaching your territory.

Direction: Northeast

Distance: Approximately 500 m

Size: Small Group (5–10)

‘Orcs.’

I immediately gave orders and selected combat personnel.

Five with bows. Three with spears. Taking a total of nine people, I headed northeast.

Once we crossed the hill, the view opened up.

In the distance. Seven green-skinned orcs were slowly approaching.

‘...?’

Something was strange.

They were in terrible condition. One was limping. Two had arms covered in blood. The rest didn’t look normal either.

The arms holding their weapons all hung limply. They didn’t even seem to have the strength to swing them.

Small orcs could be seen at the back of the group. Juveniles. Two of them.

‘Did they flee after a fight?’

Maybe another tribe chased them. Or they were attacked by a large monster.

It was unfortunate for them, but for us, it was a good opportunity.

I raised my spear and approached the orcs together with the others.

Soon, the orcs noticed us.

But their reaction was strange. With injuries that bad, I would have expected them to run, but instead, they slowly approached us.

‘What?’

I watched warily.

The orc at the very front was holding something. A stick. A piece of hide hung from the end.

White hide fluttered like a flag.

Then, when about 20 meters remained between us, the leading orc slowly knelt.

‘...’

The other orcs followed and knelt as well. They placed their clubs and stone axes on the ground.

The meaning was clear. Surrender.

At that moment.

Ding!

[Diplomacy]

The orc group wishes to negotiate with you.

Will you accept?

▸ Accept

▸ Reject

‘Negotiate?’

Orcs? With humans?

This had never happened in the game. Orcs were simply enemies. Kill or be killed.

And now they wanted to negotiate.

It didn’t seem like a trick, because the system itself was clearly guaranteeing it.

I looked at the orcs again.

The one in front raised its head. There was no hostility in its eyes. Only fear and exhaustion. And desperation.

‘...’

If I wiped out these orcs now, I would undoubtedly gain points easily. But...

‘Accept.’

My instincts told me. This deal would definitely benefit me.

Ding!

[Negotiation Beginning]

[Negotiation with the orc group has begun.]

“Uturakatargha!”

The leading orc opened its mouth. It was a language I couldn’t understand. A rough, low voice echoed out.

[Interpretation]

“Please accept us into your tribe. We have nowhere else to go.”

‘They want to join the tribe?’

It was an unexpected request. I fell into thought for a moment.

Accepting orcs? It could be dangerous. There was no telling when they might betray us.

But our strength would definitely increase. Seven adults and two juveniles. Nine orcs joining the tribe.

It was an option that had been impossible in the game. Orcs were always enemies.

I looked back at the Awakened.

“They want to join our tribe. What do you think?”

The Awakened stared intently at the orcs. His gaze swept over each one sharply. The eyes of a warrior. Measuring the threat posed by the other side.

After a moment, the Awakened replied in the primitive language.

[Interpretation]

“I will watch and control them carefully. If they cause trouble, I will deal with them.”

‘Dependable.’

When had he grown this much? Not long ago, he had been trembling in front of bears.

I nodded and looked back at the orcs.

“I’ll accept you.”

The orcs’ eyes widened. I could see hope spreading across their faces.

“But there’s a condition.”

I pointed at the Awakened.

“Obey not only me, but him as well. If you defy him, you die that very moment. Do you accept?”

The leading orc looked back. It exchanged glances with the other orcs. A silent conversation passed between them. After a moment, it looked forward again.

It placed its right hand over its chest. Its fist clenched tightly. Then it bowed its head deeply.

The other orcs all took the same posture. Even the juveniles. It seemed to be an orc oath.

[Diplomacy Successful]

The orc group has joined the tribe.

Population Change

▸ Previous: 100 (Humanity)

▸ Added: 9 (Orcs)

▸ Current: 109

Racial Composition: Humanity 100, Orcs 9

“Follow me.”

When I gestured, the orcs slowly stood up. Limping, clutching their arms, supporting each other. It was a miserable procession.

___________

I seated the orcs in an empty space deeper inside the cave.

Up close, their condition was even worse. Pus leaked from their wounds, and flesh had festered beneath their scabs.

Some of them looked like they would die within days if left untreated.

‘I should treat them.’

I decided to do it myself. I could have left it to the Primitive Humans, but I didn’t want to.

I had just accepted them into the tribe. First impressions mattered. If the Ruler personally treated them, it would show that I valued them that much.

“Bring fire. And clean cloth too.”

Soon, one of the humans returned carrying a torch and a bundle of hide cloth.

I carefully lifted one orc’s arm. It had been cut by something sharp. Yellow pus was visible beneath the scab.

I pulled a dagger from my clothes and heated it in the fire. I waited until it glowed red-hot.

“It’s going to hurt. Endure it.”

It probably couldn’t understand the words, but did the meaning get across?

It gritted its teeth and nodded.

Sizzle.

I pressed the heated dagger against the wound. The smell of burning flesh assaulted my nose.

“Grrgh...!”

The orc groaned. Its entire body trembled violently. But it didn’t struggle or run. It gritted its teeth and endured.

“You endured it well.”

I took a clean cloth and wrapped it around the wound. Firmly, but not tightly enough to block blood circulation.

Then came repetition. Cauterize with fire, wrap with cloth. The orcs groaned, endured, held out.

I treated all seven of them that way. I didn’t leave out the two juveniles either.

By the time the treatment was finished, my back was soaked in sweat. It felt like at least two hours had passed.

I raised my head.

The orcs were looking at me. All nine of them.

Their gazes had changed. It was neither the desperation nor the wariness from when we first negotiated. There was a different emotion in them.

Reverence.

And gratitude.

They were a race that had been our enemy. Normally, we would have killed one another. Yet the Ruler himself had knelt down and treated their wounds. They understood how significant that was.

The leading orc placed its hand over its chest again. This time, it bowed even more deeply than before. Its forehead nearly touched the ground.

The other orcs all followed suit.

It was a different oath than before. Not conditional obedience, but loyalty from the heart. I could feel it.

‘Not bad.’

And just like that, the first different race joined the tribe.

Then it happened.

A new window appeared before my eyes. Its golden border shone brilliantly.

[Achievement Accomplished]

★ First Harmony ★

For the first time in history, you have brought another race under your rule.

An orc group has joined your tribe.

▸ Reward: +100P

▸ Current Points: 102P

A new function has been unlocked.

‘There was an achievement for this too?’

It was an achievement I had never seen before. Naturally. You couldn’t make orcs submit in the game.

Another window appeared.

[Point Shop Expanded]

A new category has been added.

There Is Primitive Humanity Inside My Body

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