Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods! Chapter370-Tuck Village

The village was called Tuck Village.

Roughly 200 households resided there, tucked away deep within the mountains, rarely interacting with the outside world.

Daniel was one of the few outsiders they had ever encountered.

An old man served as the village's blacksmith.

He would often venture into the mountains to collect iron ore, which he would bring back to forge.

Daniel could sense sothing peculiar about the old man.

At his age, he shouldn't have been so physically strong and vigorous, let alone capable of carrying out the demanding work of a blacksmith.

From the old man's words, Daniel learned sothing else:

Apparently, due to an ancestral curse, no one in Tuck Village was able to learn magic.

However, this wasn't sothing that seed to bother the villagers much.

Even without magic, the people of this small village continued to live their lives, generation after generation.

It had little impact on them.

"Young man, this Riverside City you ntioned—it must be quite far from here, right?"

"If you've never heard of it, then yes, it's quite far."

"I see... Oh, by the way, there's sothing I need to warn you about: stay away from that river. There are spell beasts in it!"

"Consider yourself lucky today. You managed to catch so fish from the river, but normally, we wouldn't dare go near it. If you get too close, you might get dragged under by a spell beast and eaten alive!"

The old man warned Daniel with a serious tone.

Daniel nodded.

He had floated up from that very river and hadn't encountered any spell beasts.

Still, it must have been pure luck.

If he had been unlucky enough to encounter a spell beast while subrged…

This second chance at life would have ended right there.

As they chatted, the two walked toward the edge of the village.

At the entrance, Daniel noticed an old stone monunt engraved with the words Tuck Village.

The monunt appeared ancient, weathered by ti.

These three words…

Daniel recognized them.

They were written in a script widely used in the God Realm in ancient tis.

"Young man, can you read these words? This is our village's na—Tuck Village. It's been passed down from our ancestors and is said to be thousands of years old."

"But nowadays, most people can't recognize this script. It's so ancient that it's been lost to ti."

Daniel nodded thoughtfully.

The Creator God had told him that his reincarnation would take place on a tiline spanning millions of years.

He wondered…

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"Co on, stay at my place for a few days," the old man offered, leading Daniel into the village.

The village was large, and the houses were arranged in a tidy layout.

It was midday, and many families were preparing lunch.

As they walked, Daniel noticed the villagers casting curious glances his way.

His clothing stood out, starkly contrasting with the simplicity of Tuck Village.

Daniel also noticed that the villagers didn't seem to have any mana.

Perhaps, as the old man said, it was a hereditary issue that prevented them from cultivating magic.

But… it didn't seem to matter much.

"Uncle Flinn! You're back!"

"Flinn, you're not heading into the mountains this afternoon, are you? I'll bring that hoe over for you to take a look at—it's not working as well as it used to."

Along the way, many villagers greeted the old man.

It was clear that as the only blacksmith in the village, the old man held a significant position.

After a while, Daniel arrived at the old man's ho.

"Is it just you two living here?"

"Yes. My son was bitten to death by a wild beast while searching for iron ore in the mountains. Afterward, my daughter-in-law left with a rchant caravan and never returned. Now, it's just and my granddaughter."

As he spoke, the old man glanced at Daniel, his tone tinged with envy and regret:

"If my son could've learned magic, maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way."

"Unable to learn magic? Haven't the people of your village ever tried to figure out why? You could follow one of those rchant caravans to seek answers elsewhere."

Since there were rchant caravans, there must be towns nearby.

And where there were towns, there were surely mages.

"From my grandfather's grandfather's ti, we've been searching for answers. My family has been blacksmiths for generations, and as we age, it gets harder to keep up with the work…"

The old man began unpacking the iron ore from his basket.

When he removed his shirt, Daniel was surprised to see that the old man's physique was incredibly robust.

He didn't look like an old man at all—he looked like a strong, vigorous man in his pri.

"About a year ago, a strange man ca to the village, claiming he could help us solve this issue," the old man continued.

"It seed to have so effect. The children who followed him to learn seed to grow healthier. If it proves effective, I plan to send my granddaughter to him as well."

"That uncle is a good man, just like Big Brother here," the little girl chid in. "Last ti, he even scared off a big fish!"

"Ah, that was a spell beast, which is why I keep warning you to stay away from the river," the old man said.

"That strange man also told us that many mages in the outside world are bad people. He said we should inform him imdiately if we encounter one."

Daniel nodded in agreent.

When he first arrived in the Crossbridge World, he was almost killed by a mage.

So he could understand the old man's wariness.

The old man shared what little he knew about the outside world, including mages, though most of his information ca from the strange man's stories.

Nowadays, everyone could supposedly learn magic, even those without natural talent.

It was said that sothing called Genesis made this possible.

But the old man didn't ntion whether he had ever tried learning Genesis.

Perhaps one of his ancestors had already tried—and failed.

Daniel hadn't expected the Genesis Manual he had written to have beco widely adopted in the God Realm—or rather, the new God Realm.

It was a sha he hadn't been around to witness it happen.

As they continued chatting, Daniel and the old man grew more familiar with each other.

The old man, who rarely had soone to talk to, seed happy to have a listener.

The little girl, too, was delighted to have a "big brother" to play with.

Though Daniel had been reincarnated, his appearance remained largely unchanged—if anything, he looked a few years younger, like a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old.

That afternoon, the little girl went off to play with her friends.

Daniel stayed behind with the old man to work on forging iron.

He helped by working the bellows, intensifying the flas.

"Haha! Young man, you don't seem like soone who's used to hard labor. Probably a pampered rich kid, huh?"

The old man laughed as he watched Daniel.

"Don't overdo it with the bellows, or you'll exhaust yourself in no ti."

No sooner had the old man finished speaking than Daniel felt his arms grow heavy with fatigue.

His limbs felt so weak he could barely move.

"Haha, see? I wasn't wrong, was I? Take a break and let handle it."

"No need—I can manage!"

Daniel responded, imdiately beginning to cultivate using the Genesis Manual, which he had written himself.

Familiar with every aspect of Genesis, Daniel quickly drew out his first trace of mana.

Using this trace of mana, he strengthened his body.

In an instant, the fatigue vanished entirely.