Type-Moon: In Another World, I Became an Alien God

They also possess the awareness of protecting their homeland as human beings, and are even unafraid to be shattered to pieces for this.

The last time Yao saw them, he only saw a group of monkeys.

This time, however, they encountered a group of soldiers.

The brilliance of humankind gradually unfolded, and their burning passion subtly reached Yao's heart.

It's clear that once Yao agrees...

These apes would immediately rush back to their tribe to protect their home and loved ones.

Indeed, beings called humans were born in this Lostbelt, and Yao witnessed this fact once again.

An indescribable feeling spread through my heart.

Ultimately, Yao chose to leave.

He didn't chase away the people who had trespassed into his territory; instead, he left without saying a word.

This practice puzzled the apes.

The apes' final choice was to offer their last prayer to the Imaginary Tree.

Afterwards, they chose to leave the baby under the tree and all returned to the tribe together.

Regardless of whether they are elderly people.

He's still a child who's just learned how to wield a knife.

They all shared the idea of ​​staying in their ancestral land, and none of them chose to flee their hometown to survive.

Is Yao really planning to ignore this?

How could that be? He was just so surprised he didn't know what to say; it was all a hasty judgment on his own.

"While I can take care of these babies, what should I do after that...?"

Yao dispatched a demon bee to care for the baby.

The ape's pleas were trivial.

What concerns Yao even more is their extinction.

Before hearing the ape speak, Yao thought it wouldn't be a problem to clean and replace everything.

However, upon hearing what the male ape said...

Yao thought of the apes that protected the children millions of years ago; those two were most likely their ancestors.

The descendants did the same things as their ancestors.

Just as their stubbornness proved that Yao's choice was not wrong, they did not disappoint this expectation.

Yao's protection endowed them with such intellect.

Having learned about love and civilization, the apes began to evolve in the direction of humans.

It is precisely because they know what love is that destruction befalls them. If they did not know, they could follow their instincts and flee to survive without any regard for consequences.

It could be said that Yao was the cause of their destruction.

"In the end, I underestimated them... I underestimated humanity..."

Yao's lips curled up slightly.

Looking at those intelligent apes born under the trees, I don't know why I didn't feel any regret.

On the contrary, there was a sense of pride.

It's truly amazing.

Am I hoping for their extinction?

No, that's certainly impossible.

"Heh, it's my freedom to do evil, and it's also my freedom to do good afterward, right? We don't need to wait four million years; this group of humans is enough to become a candidate race to fight against Ort."

Yao has already made a ruling.

His gaze was directed towards the area outside the Imaginary Tree's domain, and he also dispatched his retinue to prepare for action.

This was after he arrived in the Lostbelt of South America.

For the first time, I felt excited and joyful.

Since the decision has been made to grant salvation, then let's carry out this salvation to the end according to his wishes.

The apes under the Imaginary Tree had a reason to survive.

Just as the Maya chose dinosaurs as their primates many years ago, Yao also chose to fight against the Ort race alongside him.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: Here's a picture of the underground world of Miktland.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Do you have any complaints? [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

A great calamity has befallen the Imaginary Tree tribe.

Hordes of barbarians gathered on the outskirts of the tribe, attempting to demolish the walls built by the Imaginary Tree tribe.

Although these walls are simple, made of a mixture of branches, excrement and mud, and less than three meters high, the interior of the homes are earthen houses that match the original stone tribe.

However, the indigenous people did not choose to flee.

They fought back with sharpened stone axes and knives against the thugs who invaded their homeland.

They knew this was something that should not be done.

He gained intellect under the protection of the Imaginary Tree, but was at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength.

An underdeveloped civilization cannot withstand violence.

Just like Greece, which was ravaged by Rome.

Even though Greece produced wise scholars like Archimedes and Aristotle, they ultimately could not defeat the Romans and were utterly defeated.

The Greek gods were also defeated.

Today, the tribe is the last remaining tribe, and their only remaining city of hope.

Looking at the wall that was gradually being stained red with blood.

Until the very end, they were still expressing their wishes and offering devout prayers to the Imaginary Tree.

This is how the foreign apes perceive it.

It's a ridiculous act of waiting to be slaughtered, offering prayers to a tree.

It's truly laughable.

This tree does indeed possess immeasurable divine power, but it only cleanses creatures that trespass into its territory.

The rules have remained unchanged for millions of years.

Even these barbarians know this.

"How laughable, and how speechless."

It was just a small favor I gave you in the past, yet you're willing to burn your lives to stay here. I don't recall ever turning this land into your home... But that's what you call humanity, isn't it?

Now that you've gone this far, it's really... I have no choice but to take action.

They watched as the city walls were breached by the barbarians.

Just as these last apes were about to fight to the death, a majestic roar swept across the battlefield.

"Oh, oh oh oh—!?"

The barbarians couldn't help but widen their eyes.

They witnessed phenomena that should not have occurred, as well as terrifying and chilling miracles.

The white roots of fantasy fall from the sky.

Immaculate seeds swarmed in.

The giant chalk tree that supports the sky and the earth trembles, as if it is venting its inner anger.

It was a terrifying scene, like a natural disaster.

A man stood at the very center of terror, perched on a branch that slowly extended from a giant tree.

It surpasses all the vividness and splendor in the world.

Solemnity and beauty coexist in one.

"Since you have offered me your prayers, I will reluctantly accept them. I will provide you with protection from this place... As for the other side, do you have any complaints?"

Yao glanced down at these barbarians with disdain.

The barbarians understood what he meant.

Half of them were so terrified by Yao that they wet themselves, while the other half were battle-hardened warriors.

They are also among the few who can directly confront the might of the gods.

Even at this point, they showed no intention of compromising with Yao, instead continuing their display of human ignorance and arrogance.

Spitting and throwing knives were commonplace.

There's no such thing as ignorance is bliss when it comes to Yao; if you don't like someone, you just kill them and that's it.

Their excessive brutality made the barbarians invincible.

At the same time, it also lets them play with fire and get burned.

"In that case, die."

Deep cracks seemed to be etched on Yao's gorgeous face.

The corners of his mouth were turning up slightly.

At a command, the tree roots that had been coiled in the air swooped down as if roaring like dragons.

They coiled around the apes and strangled them to death.

The Faculty Bee transforms directly into a shooting star.

They swept through at high speed, smashing the apes into a blurry mass of flesh.

Too simple, too easy.

Yao surveyed the massacre without any particular reaction, as if he were simply tidying up a desk.

No matter how much you want to uphold your human nature.

However, possessing such immense power, he also lived beyond the lifespan that humans should be able to live.

It's difficult for them to approach the mindset of ordinary people.

Yao knew that all he needed to do was stay true to himself and keep those most basic principles unchanged.

The Imaginary Tree tribe proved his worth.

That human intellect is the most precious thing; only this can ensure the continuation of civilization and its progress.

The rioters' killing spree has little value.

Is someone as strong as Ort able to resolve things through brutality?

More important than strength is human will.

Yao weighed the value of the barbarians and the Imaginary Tree tribe, and finally made the most satisfactory choice.

"々 Hmm... Is it over?"

Yao heard cheers coming from under the tree branches.

It was the people of the Imaginary Tree tribe who were cheering, overjoyed by the miracle.

Since we've already gone this far to help...

Then let's just see it through to the end.

Yao drew several primordial runes in the air for healing purposes, thus restoring the wounded in the tribe.