Chapter 920 No One Is Special.
"Those tree people are also elves. The way that the shaman described them looks very similar to elves. So some elves went underground because of some great power. What is this great power? I should find out since I don't really have any priorities."
He has been going with the flow since he reincarnated. It is necessary for one to be flexible and adaptable in a strange unknown environment to survive. He went with the flow and he will continue to go with the flow because he doesn't have any major aim apart from becoming an origin God again.
He reincarnated for the purpose of understanding the secret of the power of paragons. That is something he can achieve by simply being alive. Then he will become an Origin god if it becomes necessary to add the power of paragons to the repertoire of Legion in order to achieve perfection.
This great power that the elves have is a good distraction that might benefit him or Legion so he wants to find out. He also wants to know why there is a red circular object with a demonic influence blocking the sun.
"There's also the constant feeling that someone is watching me. I must get to the bottom of that." He told himself.
He first had the feeling of being watched as soon as he was born. That feeling hasn't disappeared. He has a very strong perception so he should be able to tell if he is being watched with a divine sense but he can't feel the fluctuations of any divine sense locked onto him.
The fact that he is unable to pinpoint who is spying on him cannot be good. He is being constantly spied on so his situation is not safe at all. As if that isn't enough, the fact that he can't determine how he is being spied on indicates that whoever is doing the spying is stronger than him. That means the spy is at the Origin god level at the least.
"It is just one problem after the other." He thought to himself.
The shaman said to him, "Come to think of it. It is said in those stories that the ancient Emperors had black horns, black teeth, and black claws."
Ragnarok replied by pointing at himself. "You mean like my own?"
He first expressed shock. Then his expression changed to that of excitement. He asked in excitement, "Do you think I am special? Do you think I can become an emperor too?"
His questions cracked the shaman up. The old coot began laughing. He even hit his thigh and held his stomach as he laughed wholeheartedly. Ragnarok put up an insulted expression.
"What is so funny?" He asked sullenly.
The shaman wiped away tears from his eyes. "Oh, youth." He said wistfully.
"Stop saying that." Ragnarok insisted.
"I have to say that. What other reason is there for you to think that you can become an emperor? It has to be youthful innocence and confidence. Your black horns don't make you special. No one is special."
"Oh, youth." The shaman said again to spite Ragnarok.
"It isn't that funny."
"Everyone thinks they are special and meant for great things when they are young. So in a way, you are not even special in having false confidence." The shaman said then he began to roar in laughter again.
Ragnarok sat on a log by the fire. He looked pissed off but he isn't. He knows he is special. He just doesn't want others to know that. But one has to be smart about how to hide. Sometimes, hiding something in the open is better hidden than some secret location.
That's why he didn't reject the Shaman's suspicions about the color of his horns. Instead, he acted like a hopeful and naive youth who doesn't know the danger he is in. His claim that he might be special became ridiculous. The fact that he confirmed the suspicion reduced the authenticity of the suspicion. n)-o-(v//e(-l-)B.)I/)n
The shaman laughed his old heart out. Then he became serious. "You are officially a shaman now. I will teach you the ways of a shaman. You must have felt the boost from the totem. It is truly something, isn't it?"
Ragnarok replied with false excitement, "It is wonderful. I have never felt so powerful."
The Shaman nodded in pride. "The totem just got bigger today. I can't even use its full capabilities. It is because Sauron successfully annexed another tribe. The fusion of totems is a boon to me and you."
"It is truly a boon. This way, we won't be weaker than Alphas." Ragnarok agreed. Then he said, "I heard about the recent fight. It was a fight to the death because the pack leader of the other tribe was dishonorable."
The shaman's face darkened. He said seriously, "Don't always believe what you hear. Nothing is as it seems on the surface."
His interest became piqued immediately. He asked, "Why don't you enlighten me? What really happened?"
"I will. After all, it is something that you should know as a new Shaman of the pack. It all has to do with the political situation of this mountain range we live on. There are 11 large packs in total living on this mountain range. The iron fur pack that we are part of is just one of the large packs."
The shaman began explaining the situation of the pack and the mountain range. Sauron, the park leader of the iron fur park is young and ambitious. He just replaced his father as the pack leader. It was an amicable succession. His father got old and sacrificed himself willingly to the tribe's totem to strengthen the pack.
Sauron took over the park but he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to empower himself further by annexing another park and increasing both the living space and the population of his pack. That made him target the sharp tooth pack.
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