Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Nia’s Small Wish

The final spoils from underground were not only the demonic boar but also the ancient dragon’s skeleton. It was estimated to have been at Sequence 7-8 before its death. Unfortunately, after enduring countless years and the passage of time, the remaining magical energy was scarce.

Most of the magical energy had been absorbed by the demonic boar, leaving behind bones that remained sturdy. Even after so many years of weathering, they still maintained the strength of a Golden Rank.

Lolan Hill stored the skeleton inside her ring and then returned to the cave with Nia. She went out again to call Leiton and asked the nearby Lion Mane tribe to drag the demonic boar’s corpse outside.

Leiton belonged to the Cave Lion tribe, a branch of the Lion Mane tribe. Although their numbers were few, their combat capabilities ranked among the top in the beastmen. Their bodies were extremely strong, and even without cultivating the Extraordinary Sequence, ordinary adult individuals could reach Sequence 1 in combat power. With proficient martial techniques, good armor, and weapons, they could even match ordinary Sequence 2s.

Unfortunately, the grasslands where the beastmen lived lacked iron ore, and their alchemy technology was low. They mostly had to import from human nations. However, human countries imposed restrictions and high tariffs on exporting steel products to the grasslands to prevent beastmen from having too much weaponry.

Thus, most beastmen on the grasslands still used leather armor and armor made from the shells of extraordinary magical beasts. Although the style was somewhat barbaric, in the hands of skilled beastman craftsmen, these armors not only had decent protective effects but also possessed a unique style.

That was a rugged, primitive, and unrestrained beauty.

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After dragging the demonic boar’s corpse out, many members of the Cave Lion tribe came over to watch. The huge pig head, standing at around sixteen or seventeen meters, was dragged by a cart, followed by a large group of accompanying beastmen.

Beastmen had a tradition of using prey to display their strength since ancient times. Hearing that this demonic boar was defeated by two young ladies, many members of the Lion Mane tribe looked at Lolan and Nia with admiration.

Of course, there were also many who did not believe it. After all, these two young ladies had slender arms and legs, which did not fit the beastmen’s aesthetic philosophy. They always believed that broad-shouldered and robust figures were true men.

Neither Lolan nor Nia paid much attention to these skeptical looks. Both were still students and did not seek fame.

The returning team was warmly welcomed by the Cave Lion tribe. Even though the powerful Cave Lion tribe could not say their food was completely abundant, everyone enjoyed eating more meat.

After discussing with the old shaman, Lolan asked the Cave Lion tribe to salt half of the pork, preparing to transport it back to Nia’s tribe, while the other half and the pig head would be left for the Cave Lion tribe.

The shaman of the Cave Lion tribe was very grateful for this result. This was almost like a gift from heaven. By just providing some salt and labor, they could obtain such a large amount of high-quality food. After salting, they could spend the winter well this year without lacking food, and even smoke some meat for the next year.

Letting the two young ladies rest for two days, the entire Cave Lion tribe mobilized to help divide and salt the enormous demonic boar’s corpse.

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In the spacious tent, the two young ladies sat around the fire.

The warm firelight illuminated the slightly dim room. Lolan leaned against the soft leopard skin sofa cushion, flipping through the ancient books of the beastmen with her hand.

These deep yellow ancient books were made with thick paper, and the book covers seemed to be made of the bone plates of some magical beast, dry and light, emitting a hollow sound when they collided. They described major events during the Rampant Fang Empire and the process of rituals and ceremonies, written by shamans of that era.

Nia sat on a wooden chair, closing her eyes, feeling the extraordinary core and magic within her consciousness. As her magic gradually overflowed, she was about to advance to Sequence 4.

After a long time, she opened her eyes, and the brilliance in her pupils slowly dissipated. After shaking her head slightly, she turned her gaze to Lolan beside her.

Lolan had become somewhat lazy recently, often leaning against the sofa to read and rarely going out to move around. She had always thought that Lolan was a particularly diligent genius, almost a perfect young lady.

But now she also discovered that Lolan occasionally had lazy moments. However, her many bright spots made people unconsciously overlook them in daily life.

“Lolan,” Nia suddenly spoke.

“What’s wrong?” Lolan Hill put down the book and rubbed her eyes, making people wonder if she had actually been reading or just dozing off.

“Lolan, what kind of Sequence and profession do you think I should cultivate?” Nia expressed her recent confusion.

“Each Extraordinary profession has its own characteristics and strengths. It’s hard for others to judge which is better or worse.”

“It depends on what you want to do and your surroundings.”

“For example, if you go to sea as a sailor or captain, naturally the Ocean Sequence or any related to water is best.”

“If you want to be a doctor, you should choose one of the Natural, Angel, or Demon Sequences.”

“If you want to engage in alchemy and create extraordinary artifacts, the Magic Sequence is undoubtedly the best.”

After saying these, Lolan asked, “What do you want to do in the future, or what kind of existence do you want to become?”

Nia hesitated for a moment and then began to speak.

“In fact, I never thought I could get the qualification for Emanas.”

“When I was young, I really liked the animals at home, like little dogs, horses, sheep, and so on.”

“But the Gufia grassland is very cold in winter, and many animals can’t survive the winter. We had to slaughter some as food to get through the winter.”

“At that time, I wished for the sun to shine every day, making the weather warm. Later, I also cultivated a supernatural profession related to fire because of this.”

After saying this, Nia held her cup and took a small sip of salty milk tea. The warm and salty taste flowed down her throat, bringing a comfortable feeling.

“But now, as I grow up, I understand many things.”

“Even if the winter is sunny, it will still be cold at night. Even if it’s spring-like all year round, the food on the grassland is still insufficient, and people and animals still die of hunger.”

“And I can’t change anything.” She put down her cup and looked at the quietly burning fire.

“Everyone is not doing well, constantly fighting over a little bit of pasture and grassland.”

“When I talked with the other beastman students at school, we were all in similar situations. Sometimes I envy humans, especially those living on the southern islands, with warm climates and sufficient food.”

“Nia, do you want to change the current situation?” Lolan Hill put down the book and looked at the usually taciturn young lady.

“I’ve thought about it, but I’m not smart, and I can’t come up with any particularly good ideas.” Nia crossed her arms on the table beside the fire and rested her chin on them, looking at the old patterns on the table.

“After entering school, I realized how ordinary I am. Unlike Alena, who is confident, or Letis, who comes from a good family background, or you, Lolan, who are so capable.”

“Maybe I’ll only make it to third grade and then return to my tribe to live an ordinary life.”

“Sometimes, I don’t want to be a small gear, but I also want to be a unique existence.”

“When I was young, I thought I had infinite possibilities, but as I gained experience and knowledge, I found that it’s not like that. The choices I can make are limited. No matter how hard I try, I cannot transcend this framework.”

As she said this, Nia lay her head sideways, looking at the fire on one side of the table, then extended her left hand to watch the flames dance and change shapes, some like puppies, some like piglets, some like sunflowers.

“Even if I become very powerful, due to the small number of people in my clan, after a hundred years, it might revert to its previous state. Perhaps my presence might even bring some misfortune.” The firelight reflected in her pupils, the light in them somewhat bewildered.

“One day, we will bid farewell to the fairy tales of our childhood.”

“And one day, we will meet our dreams.” Lolan Hill put down the book and stood up, looking at Nia.

“Do you truly want to change the current situation? Do you have this resolve?”

“The process will be painful. Many people will not understand you, curse you, and even bloodshed and conflicts may occur, with many people dying.”

“Even if this happens, will you still do it?”

Nia looked at the serious Lolan, suddenly feeling a bit lost.

Did she really want to do this? Or was it just for self-satisfaction and to earn praise from those around her? Confusing thoughts began to resound in her mind.

If she were to take over managing the tribe in the future, where should she guide it? Did she really have the confidence to do it well, or would it be better to let someone more capable take the position?

Nia watched the crimson flames, her heart gradually immersed in them, finally falling asleep on the table.

Thank you, Night Spirit OwO, hold onto my pigtails, humble as dust QAQ, Cloud Dancing Flying x Star, Sky and Universe, thank you for your generous gifts~

(End of Chapter)