253. Height of Hubris
You actually did it
Mountaintooth stared at with wide eyes. Around , the other Beastn of the Furious Whispers Tribe gathered. Their gaze was fixed on the stone I was holding.
It was like any other pebble. A regular uneven piece of rock that wrinkled the earth. However, there was one thing that distinguished it one thing that made it different. And that was the streak of blue splashed across its surface.
[Corrupted Skystone - ---- ]
Is that really a piece of the sky on it?
Amberarm placed a paw on her mouth as she backed up behind the others.
I think so.
I shrugged. I had picked it up after my battle with the Cursed Boulder once the Devil had left . It was proof that I did my part and got revenge for Mountaintooth and the Swift Hill Warriors. The boy bowed deeply, prostrating on the ground before .
Thank you so much.
He didnt et my gaze as he spoke. Beside him, Tuktox smiled.
You have done us a great honor, Salvos. We thank you on behalf of all the tribes. This act of yours will never be forgotten.
Never be forgotten?
I blinked. The eldest ushered out of the tent. I followed him to a small clearing in between the mass of tents. There, I paused as I saw a totem being built. One of a [Lion Beastman] with silver fur. And beneath it, a na was inscribed.
Salvos, Avenger of the Swift Hill Warriors.
I blinked.
Huh.
This is but proof of our gratitude.
Tuktox spoke slowly. I could see the slightest hint of regret on his face, mixed in with the smile he ostensibly wore.
We wish wed been there to help you. However, our levels are incomparable to your own. And unlike the Swift Hill Warriors, our tribe does not compose of fighters. If we had joined you, wed have been nothing more than burdens.
Its fine!
I was glad they didnt follow. If they did, Id have to share my experience with them. And I probably wouldve had to protect them. However
I glanced over at the totem. My lips pressed together, forming a thin line.
This
It is the least we can do, after what you have done for us.
Tuktox patted on the shoulder. I glanced over at the Beastn working on the totem. Then at the passersby. A [Bear Beastman] paused as her cubs pointed at the totem, whispering to their mother. One of the [Ape Beastn] hamring away waved at them and gestured at the sign. The [Bear Beastn] read it and gasped.
I sighed, turning to Tuktox.
I an, you dont have to do all this.
Oo, nonsense. Such is the least we can do for you. Especially after what youve done for us believe when I say this: it is a boon to all our tribes.
Of course! I am pretty amazing, yep!
I nodded eagerly. But I couldnt help but feel my shoulders sag as a thought crossed my mind. In a sense, I was lying to the Beastn, wasnt I? I told them I defeated the Cursed Boulder and I did, but I also didnt. Taking credit for sothing I didnt do just felt
Now, co, rest. You must be tired. And you should prepare yourself for the feast tonight.
It felt wrong.
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Tuktox showed to a ceremonial tent and provided with a set of robes to wear for tonights feast. I thanked him, and he left. However, before taking his leave, he gave a look over.
Oo, of course, when you attend the feast, we hope that you will show up as a [Lion Beastman]. Im not sure how you perford that trick, and you dont have to force yourself to do it if you do not wish to. We simply feel that itd be more appropriate.
Sure! And therell be bugs at the feast, right?
Plenty.
I smiled and thanked Tuktox. Then he was gone, and I was all by myself in the dimly lit tent. I sat down, crossed my legs, and stared at the dress. It was a beige dress that would go down to my knees. It had beads and other trinkets sewn onto the thread, with splashes of color added into the mix around the neck.
I didnt wear it. Not just yet. Instead, I simply sat there. Silent. Quiet. Not making a sound
Ugh!
I groaned and collapsed to the ground. My back pressed against the straw floor as I sighed.
Look, its not lying. I did destroy the Cursed Boulder! I even brought back proof!
I held up the Corrupted Skystone against a lamp.
Its not my fault that it multiplies whenever it breaks.
My eyes flickered towards the tent flaps. I saw Beastn busying about outside, walking as they talked to each other. Whispering. Their mouths moved, and I heard a na.
Salvos.
They were praising . They conversed about this great act Id carried out for their tribe. And for the Swift Hill Warriors. But sowhere out there, the remnants of the Cursed Boulder wandered about. re pebbles in comparison to the original, but with the potential to grow equally as big and powerful.
My shoulders slumped.
Ok, maybe its a bit of a lie. But its not a big lie, right? Its kind of the truth.
I didnt really know who I was talking to. Maybe I was talking to myself. Or maybe I was talking to the words that oft appeared in my head. The ones that defined .
At any mont, I expected it to resound as it usually did. To hear it echo. But it did not. I closed my eyes and hugged my legs.
Its the truth, so why am I not getting that Title?
Avenger of the Swift Hill Warriors.
That was what they were all saying. That was what Tuktox called . I shouldve been granted a Title for my feat for defeating the Cursed Boulder and getting revenge on Mountaintooths behalf. That was how it normally worked, right?
Yet, I didnt get anything despite that. No Title was bestowed upon . And the fact dawned soon enough.
I lied.
I lied to the Furious Whispers Tribe. They all believe I was sothing I was not. My reputation amongst them was entirely fabricated. It frustrated . I was being praised sothing that I normally liked but for all the wrong reasons.
I didnt destroy the Cursed Boulder. I didnt get revenge for the Swift Hill Warriors. Instead, I let the remnants run free to destroy more tribes. What would happen if they found out about this? My reputation here would be in shambles. The lie that predicated what the Beastn thought of already annoyed , and if they found out the truth, it would only exacerbate my annoyance.
Also, Saffron told about that, didnt she? Sothing about upholding my reputation. I didnt want to be misrepresented. Especially not negatively, but I also found the idea of being misrepresented positively annoying.
When it was based on facts, I reveled in praise: the fact that I was amazing; the fact that I was Salvos; the fact that I was a Demon; the fact that I was powerful; and the fact that I was a genius.
But this? I hated it.
This sinking feeling continued to bubble up inside of , even as I got dressed for the feast. I walked around a large bonfire and munched on an eclectic array of bugs, scowling the entire ti. Night fell, and I was still upset. It continued to simr as I tried to avoid chatting with all the Beastn that thanked for my help.
I stayed away from the crowd, eating by myself and gouging on food to make myself feel better. And as I stood up to grab another plate, I saw a small figure waiting for .
Mountaintooth shifted slightly as I approached him.
Hey.
I greeted him, not as cheerily as I normally would. The cub lowered his head.
Hrr, hello.
Is there sothing you need? If its my bugs, Im just about to grab so from Tuktox.
O-oh, no I was just
He averted his gaze, and I blinked. Did he know the truth? Was he here to confront about it? But no. Mountaintooth spoke softly.
I was wondering if you could teach to be as strong as you.
I cocked my head.
Huh?
You saved my life. You defeated the Cursed Boulder. You did all of that in a day. Youre amazing, elder hrr, I an, Salvos.
He shook his head and took a step forward.
Thats so amazing. I was the son of the eldest in my tribe, but I am nothing. My na was given to in hopes that Id be a strong [Warriors]. An elite fighter of the tribe. That Id grow up to and earn myself a Subspecies, just like my father.
I watched as he helplessly gesticulated to himself. Then his expression soured. The cub glanced over at his companions who were off to the side, hiding from the celebration. Even though the atmosphere amongst the Furious Whispers Tribe was jovial, it seed that the mood didnt spread to the remaining cubs of the Swift Hill Warriors.
Mountaintooth closed his eyes.
I wish to be strong. So that next ti this happens, Ill be able to protect my friends.
I paused. I thought for a mont about my companions how often Id throw myself into danger for them. Then I thought about what would happen if Mountaintooth found out the truth. That I lied.
And I made up my mind.
I walked up to the [Lion Beastman] cub, bending over to et his gaze. He tried to back up, but I placed both my hands on his shoulder.
You cant be as amazing as , silly.
Mountaintooths eyes grew wide. He hesitated.
O-oh
But you can still be amazing.
I continued, and he blinked.
What do you an?
Im saying you can be amazing. Just not like .
I straightened, letting go of him.
And I cant be amazing like you, either. It makes sense, right? I am Salvos, and you are Mountaintooth. Were not the sa person. Were not rocks. Youre not a pebble on the ground, just like all the others.
He continued to stare at as I looked down at the tiny gray stones carpeting the earth.
And neither are you a pebble to trample over.
I whispered to myself. Mountaintooths ears quirked.
Did you say sothing else?
Nope!
I bead and started past him.
Anyway, theres no reason for you to strive to be amazing like . You cant. But you can strive to be amazing. You can beco amazing. Im sure of it.
Mountaintooth looked down at himself at his paws in wonder. Then he spun around as I continued on.
Wait, where are you going?
Im Salvos, Avenger of the Swift Hill Warriors, arent I?
I glanced back at him, grinning.
Im off to be amazing!
And I teleported out of the tribe. I sped away from the cluster of tents, waving at Mountaintooth as I went. I ran through the plains up the valleys and mounds, and sprinting over the occasional flatlands.
I arrived back where I fought the Cursed Boulder, or whatever it was called. There, I activated [Planar Navigation] to track the remnants down.
They didnt go far. They spent too much ti in each area, consuming the earth, the air, the water, and the sky. The two remnants stayed close together, and they were slightly bigger than before. But not massively larger in size.
I crossed my arms, greeting them with bare teeth.
Hello! Sorry, I know youre eating, but
They turned towards , unleashing their distorted vortex my way. I leapt over the attack and flipped over the air. I spread my arms, attempting to crush them with [Mystical Projection]. However, they receded back, covering themselves once again. Like turtles, hiding in their shells.
I narrowed my eyes. I couldnt harm them like this. Not unless I charged straight into their distortion. However, that would hurt . If I didnt have the Breastplate of Alexander, it would inflict serious injuries to .
I tried to pry open the multi-colored storm with my invisible limbs, but each ti I tugged it slightly, it returned to shelling over the corrupted stones. However, I realized one thing when trying to rip its defenses apart. I could physically grab it.
After all, the storm mightve been a deford ss of everything it absorbed, but it was still made up of actual materials. I could grab onto it. I could move it. And that gave an idea.
I dashed forward, heading straight for the first remnant. It didnt budge. It refused to fight . But I was indignant. I pointed at it aiming for the distorted vortex.
[Scatter Shift].
And a bit of the colors covering it vanished. The streaks of blurred objects appeared a dozen feet to the side, wanting to fly back to the remnant. However, I was faster. I leapt in through that hole, slashing out with my claws.
All it took next was a few strikes, and the first remnant fell apart. It was only slightly larger than my head. It didnt put up much of a fight.
The second remnant sohow registered what happened. It realized I could penetrate its defenses. So, it lashed out at in a panic. I simply snapped my fingers, redirecting its attacks with [Scatter Shift]. Then I used [Mystical Projection] to grab the corrupted stone at the center and pulled it towards .
I cleaved it in twain, killing both remnants with ease. I waited for a mont carefully watching the fallen debris of the remnants. They didnt budge. It was dead.
Defeated [---- ---- ---- - Lvl.----]!
Experience is awarded for defeating a corrupted piece of the world!
Class [Worldly Mystic of the Nexeus] Level Up!
[Worldly Mystic of the Nexeus - Lvl. 60] -> [Worldly Mystic of the Nexeus - Lvl. 61]
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Class [Worldly Mystic of the Nexeus] Level Up!
[Worldly Mystic of the Nexeus - Lvl. 61] -> [Worldly Mystic of the Nexeus - Lvl. 62]
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