World Maker

In every story, legend and myth of the world, there was an 'end’.

And it was no different from the hero's story either.

Hercules, Siegfried and Achilles.

Heroes who have lived happily ever after like Odysseus or Perseus.

"Stories", rather than "history", were designed to transform as the wind of the times evolved during the oral process.

End of story. Handling of that end.

It was in close contact with the winds, hopes and ideas of those who enjoyed the story.

“Did something good happen last night? ”

Immediately after the morning dance training, the black bear asked, looking at the bright face of the inhabitant, who was more poisonous than usual. Young Min replied without concealing the joy.

“Hmm, Army, I just had a good dream. Have a good dream."

“Good dreams? ”

A lightning storm approaches as the black bear grins his head. See if you've heard the conversation between the people and the Black Bear.

“He ran to the stream in the morning and washed himself. It is clear that for a refreshing day. Bathing water is a good thing. ”

It was a rather strange story, but the people laughed a few more times that it was good and brought out a story to share with the elders' cerebellum.

“This is how much chatter we do. Last night I received a trust. ”

“Trust?”

“Yes, it was the green god's trust. There is another race in front of us..... why do you both look like that? ”

Black bears and lightning storms, especially lightning storms, looked bizarre. Is it the face of someone who witnessed something strange?

The thunderstorm slightly pulled itself back, and once I looked up at the sky. It was a bright daylight. A thunderstorm with a sigh of relief sounds as if someone was afraid to hear it.

“No, how do you look so happy when you get the green god's trust? ”

“Er...? ”

“Didn't you say that three times? You're teaching me?”

“No, I... I taught you that. There seems to be another race in front of us, so be careful... ”

The eyes of the lightning storm staring at the people became even more strange. At that time, the black bear, who was still listening, was overwhelmed.

“Huff! I think I heard it from a small tree before. There is a strange guy who enjoys being right among the coolers..... ”

Black bears and lightning storms retreat behind dancing as if they were afraid of the disease moving. The thunderstorm burst again as the people stared at me in a daze.

“Hmm, fine. Ramu. We can understand everything. ”

What the hell do you understand?

To clarify, the people decided to focus on the story.

‘I need to talk to Ah-young later. ’

I didn't expect the handover reaction to be like this. I also looked up, and there seemed to be a lot of things I didn't know.

After talking to the thunderstorms and the two black bears, the people gave the roughly the same meaning to the housewives.

Maneuver with combat readiness. Then, from a certain point, the people and the thunderstorm go out ahead and reconnaissance.

Everyone was nervous about the possibility of confronting other tribes, but nomads who had already fought monsters in the prairies. It was better if the opponent was the same human being.

The inhabitants brought all the rest forward, with the exception of minimal troops to escort the general at the rear. I planned to start a total war in the future.

A place where a moderate ridge begins and leads to a rocky mountain. The people who stopped all the group said, pushing the ropes forward.

“Black Bear, stand by here with Gaju. I'll watch the thunderstorm with me. ”

It was the point that Dae-young told me about. According to Bart's reasoning, there would be a xenophobic village near the Rock Mountain.

Being on reconnaissance is an overwhelming storm of people and lightning, both manoeuvring and personal. If you two were surrounded by more than a hundred enemies, you could escape safely.

“Got it. Be careful. ”

The Black Bear accepted the duty to command the nomads and the rest of the Elders, instead of greeting them to follow him.

Because he clearly recognized that he was a warrior and that he was a "general."

The people who greeted Gaju with a light glance jumped out of the rope. At the same time as the lightning storm, I used the divine magic of the Yellow God and hit the ground.

As far as roads are concerned, simple roads have literally been the product of many years. A lot of people come there and naturally there is a way.

Such a path existed. It stretched all the way to the Rocky Mountains and crossed a few modest ridges, so you can find something similar in the village.

A wooden book that you can see everywhere. A few, but from a distance, chunks of architecture.

The people looked back at the thunderstorm without a word, and the thunderstorm nodded. The two of them hit the ground without sound.

It was a town based on small caves pierced by rocks. The thunderstorm, which reached right in front of the wooden book and lowered its posture, frowned on the glabella.

“No popularity. ”

Only young men and women at work were able to make the village.

Kids, babies who can't walk yet, people who are uncomfortable with their behavior for injuries or various reasons. People doing things like this at home.

Only a few of them remained, but the village could not be so quiet.

“Yeah, that's weird. There are so many traces. ”

The people who answered by killing the sound slowly erected their torso. I swallowed my breath once and surpassed my forehead with courage.

And after a while, the people who looked back at the town with thunderstorms came to one conclusion.

“It's empty. It's a town where no one lives. ”

Approximately two hundred people were living in the remaining villages. The cave has more than forty caves, and ten huts built within the village are close by.

But there was no one. Inside, the village was quiet.

‘Was it a tribe that had already perished before? ’

If you go to the village where the Nectars lived in the past, you will feel similar here. A town where more than a hundred people can live, but no one lives.

Then when did the village disappear? Have all the people who lived in this village moved to other villages like the Nectars?

‘It must have been a long time ago. I don't think there was a claustrophobic migration. ’

There were traces of fire everywhere. In particular, it was crucial to dismantle the animals and to have a bay.

‘Forced migration? Is that why you left without clearing up? ’

It was frustrating. There were clues everywhere, but the people themselves didn't have the ability to analyze like Bart.

‘You must be watching in the new world, right? ’

The people who looked at the sky reflectively looked back into the hut to see if there was anything more to it. But it was only a short time after I began to observe.

“Ramu!"

It was a call from a thunderstorm. In a fairly urgent voice, the people blew away from what they were doing. It was on the other side of the path, below the rock.

“What's going on...... Ugh! ”

The people did not finish their words properly. It is because the 'miserable sight’ unfolding beneath the basin overwhelmed the people.

A radius of 100 metres was drawn on the bottom of the basin with tons of dark red lines. It was similar to the shamanship you could see in the comic book, but it didn't have ‘flesh spots’ and 'pieces' that fell around the silk, so you could see what the dark red liquid was on that line.

A bloody scent that stimulates the nose tips.

It's been a few days, maybe a month or so, but it smells intense.

Furthermore, it was not only that.

The evil energy from the basin pressed the people. The inhabitants' breath was roughened. Cool sweat came out of my whole body.

I've experienced it before. It wasn't very much the same, but I had experience feeling 'similar'.

“Ramu! Are you okay?! Ramu!"

A thunderstorm struck the people. The people looked at the center of the basin instead of such a lightning storm. I was distracted, too.

“God of Lightning……. ”

A fake god who lost his kind and became a demon.

Who is now remembered by the Elders as Decora.

What is this trail? Did something similar happen elsewhere between the people themselves and the god of lightning?

“Ramu!"

The inhabitants flashed their heads at the call. I saw a thunderstorm standing with a worried face in front of my nose, beating my cheeks hard and recovering my mind.

“Let's go back. We'd better get out of this town as soon as possible. ”

“Good, I don't want to be in this place anymore. ”

The people and lightning storms left the basin without even looking back. I ran to the black bears and gazelles who were waiting for me from far away.

Time flies fast.

Even after leaving the empty village, the inhabitants and nomads faced many threats.

The monster lion Lakashai, who had been defeated by lightning storms in the past, also encountered twice, and even encountered swarms of wolves. The biggest threat of all was the battle against about a hundred heterosexuals. It ended thoroughly before the distance, so we couldn't get the right information, but it was clear that it was a civilized race with the right weapons or birds.

A year since we left the prairies.

Since he was not alone, he was forced to spend more time in nature. In the course of that long journey, he was born anew and stood in the world with all his life.

That year.

A journey to return to Elders and a journey to a new land for nomads.

And finally I got there.

“That's it.”

The young man in the lead, riding the rope, raised his hand and pointed to a distant place.

Land of Elders.

A golden wave followed the wind. It was a vast wheat field that did not exist before the lightning storms and black bears left town.

The boundaries of day and night.

The sun, which burned the sky, scattered its last trace over the horizon. I added even more new light to the golden wheat field.

The wind blows. It conveys a warm smell.

The smell of making food, burning firewood.

I also heard a voice.

Just as nomads found Elders, so did Elders. Those who worked in the field stood up together and waved their hands, and those who waited for the trust ran out to the nomads as if they could no longer bear it.

“Lightning Storm!"

“Black Bear!"

It was a green lightning bolt and a white deer. Behind them was a thunderstorm with white oil and green oil.

Lightning storms and black bears jumped off the ropes. Each ran towards his beloved lover. It wasn't just the thunderstorms and the black bears who were happy to have them. The other elders also ran towards the families who came out after him.

All those sights.

The village of Elders that has changed in a year.

As a god, it was different than when we faced each other through trust.

There were things that I could feel because I came in and looked at them myself.

“Hahaha! Ramu! This way..... ”

The lightning storm, which drew the green lightning and rejoiced, blurred its end. The black bear, who had a passionate kiss with the white deer, also turned around in surprise.

Between gazelles.

The people were shining. The particles of white light spread along the wind.

Avatar of the White God.

who defeated the forces of demons and monsters from afar and saved the new Elders.

He led everyone through all sorts of difficulties over a long journey of over a year.

All those stories.

The ‘myth’ of the Avatar that everyone who went on the journey with him remembered.

“Return to heaven. There's no incarnation, Ramu. ”

A thunderstorm said, and the black bear blushed its eyes. Instead of shouting, I waved my hand with a smile.

Little by little, the white light came to my mind in the air. Haragal Gazu, who recalled the battle on the Saxam Meadow, shouted out the name of Ramu loudly. The same was true of the other nomads.

“I'll work hard on my dance training! ”

“Goodbye! ”

“That name! I'll remember it forever!”

“You bastard! Goodbye!"

The last was a white foot. She wept and waved her hand to the people.

White deer and green lightning also saw the people. I drew a smile full of lightning from afar.

Completed reservoir, maintained farmland.

Lots of elders living in it.

The people last saw a thunderstorm.

The child of all the lions.

Elder's Leader.

A brave warrior, but at the same time a man with a childlike heart.

“Ramu.”

The thunderstorm reaches out its fist towards the sky. The inhabitants responded by punching face to face on the number of days that the interior air was contained.

The wind blows. The particles of light scatter.

A new clan of 17 seen far away from the sky, between the clouds.

A day of return.

The Avatar of the White God ‘The Myth of Lamu’ welcomed its end.

The return of the gods, the end of the myth.

Coincidence or necessity.

At almost the same time, there were gods who returned to their own realm.

“Zeus!"

Zeus drew a happy smile on the beautiful triple window. I greeted my ‘lovers’ who have welcomed me for a long time.

“Oh, it's so beautiful to see you again..... ”

“How many children did you have under there? ”

Hera screams, Zeus laughs again.

“Children with new blood! I gave those kids a name to be future heroes. Hercules, Athenacles, Artemisceles……. ”

“You cheater! ”

Hera hit Zeus' cheek, Athena kicked his shin, and Artemis punched him in the abdomen.

The three goddesses turned around and left the room, excited to see if they had weaved it beforehand. I didn't look back on anyone.

“Oh, is this the body's pain? It's new.”

“You're good at talking. ”

It was Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, who appeared with a smile.

Raised with long platinum hair, she gracefully walked in front of Zeus, and Zeus grabbed her waist as if for sure. He kissed his neck and chest and said,

“Of course, there are Aphroditecles in the summit. ”

Zeus, a Greek mythology, gave the name Hera's glory, Hercules, to the child born in the handover as a means to appease Hera.

Seeing Zeus, who was no different from him, and who, like the myth, would not have a star effect, Aphrodite filled his tongue with appeal. Rather than talking long, Moore bites Zeus' lips so that he can take possession of them alone thanks to the struggle of other women.

“Prince.”

“Brother!”

Hospitality was not significantly different.

Legitimate successor to the Holy Kingdom of Britannia.

Knutt Pandragan, who widely announced the 'Hero of the Elf Sword’ in his handover, hugged Ghosts and Sisters once. Note: Instead of persevering, I revealed all my boiling passion.

What I saw and heard in the handover.

That's what Britannians need to do in the future.

“I will gladly follow you, my lord. ”

The king's wizard Merlin bowed and followed the knights of the other round tables. Knut grabs the Elf Sword Excalibur with a fresh smile.

“Stay on the ground. Give birth to you and my child here. And let the child rule the tribe. ”

Painted with particles of purple light, Wiseman commands. Rust, who fell flat on the floor and hit the Wiseman's foot with his lips, swollen and touched his right belly. I tightened my head a few times.

“I will. I will, my lord. ”

Rust, who was a fake god in the past, was now a kind of god. She could stay on the ground as long as she wanted, and it was also possible to have a child between Weissman and her.

Avatar and the child of the divine.

The birth of a powerful hero with new blood.

Should the Orc Dominator be Orc? Not necessarily.

“Please stop climbing into the realm, my lord. ”

Wiseman's Angels and Demons.

Like Rust, the fake god, angel Wiz, who had been betrayed by Wiseman, whispered, scattering splendid blondes, and Wiseman nodded. Instead of looking at the handover anymore, I looked at my own new system beyond the sky.

“Young Min!”

Edwin hugs the Warak people. He raised his head high enough, and Tefnet grabbed the hand of the people. Bath and Asca greet the people with a bright smile.

And one person.

The woman who missed the people more than anyone else, and likewise the woman who missed the people most, stood still and opened her arms.

Edwin lowers his people. Young Min jumped at once and hugged Dang Ah-young.

“Come on.”

“I've been there.”

The smell of Dang Ayong, the body temperature of Dang Ayong.

Yeongmin realized that he had returned. I felt myself standing in the new world as a white god, not as Avatar Lamu.

“By the way, ”

Dae-a-young slightly pushed the people away. I asked in a stiff laugh.

“Who was that bitch? ”

White feet shouting bad to the people.

The young man rolled his pupils, and the young man raised his eyebrows.

“Nothing happened. ”

“Nothing happened? ”

Instead of answering, Young Min hugged Dang Ah-young and kissed her with a whimsy kiss. It was Dae-a-young who resisted for a while, but eventually accepted the spirit.

Golden wheat watering the fields.

It was the return of the White God.