The Imaginary God - Chapter 13
Within one of the largest caves that the village had, Baphrael and several village elders were discussing with one another what course of action they should take.
The news that Lugo had delivered to them was huge. All of this time, the Bunnitorias knew that the beetles that attacked them might’ve been part of a larger group or faction. What they did not expect was that they were part of the Kabuto Tribe.
They were like the Bunnitorias. A small village of monsters who have gathered together in order to survive in a world where the strong devoured the weak.
The forest that all of these monsters currently lived in had several tribes, villages, and factions. Because of the intense competition for land and resources, many areas have been turned into the personal homes of certain groups and the first was split into several sections.
The area that the Bunnitorias lived in contained some of the weakest monsters within the forest. Even the vain lion, which was considered monstrously strong to them, was nothing more than an ant in the eyes of truly fearsome monsters.
So in order to survive in a place where the law of the jungle ruled, many tribes and factions were made to battle off invaders.
And the Kabuto Tribe was the fifth strongest group within their area! Although they lived in the weakest section of the forest, the level of strength that the Kabuto Tribe possessed was still immense.
They held such a high position of power that few monsters would directly fight against them. Most would just run away as soon as the tribe was even spotted. Even some faction in stronger layers of the forest would avoid this tribe.
But they, the weakest monsters of the forest, just had to go and kill several of their members! There was no doubt that the tribe would come back and kill them all for revenge as soon as the messenger reported everything to their boss.
But even so, they still had some hope left. Arthur’s incredible strength was like a ray of light for them. They saw how he was able to take down so many beetles by himself, and as long as the enemies did number too many then maybe they could escape with their lives.
“He is still nothing more than an inexperienced child! If we leave him behind to hold off the army while the rest of us escape then the possibility of our future generations becoming stronger will disappear! He is the hope of our race. We, the old generation, should be the one to hold off the army while he can take the younglings and escape.”
“You just wish to save your own flesh and blood, don’t you Baphrael? You saw the strength that your son displayed, he could kill so many of those bastards. What’s a few dozen more going to do to us with him around?”
“Baphrael has a good point though. From what we were told, the ones Gaelo- I mean, Arthur had killed were all scouts. But now they could come back with their main force. The tribe’s strength should NOT be underestimated. There is a reason they are one of the strongest tribes within the lower layers of the forest.”
“Then what are we suppose to do?! Just leave everything we’ve worked so hard to build up in this area over the years? Our gardens, homes, and inventions!”
Right now the council of bunnies were split in half. While some believed that they should run away and escape, others believed that with Arthur’s help they could fend off the Kabuto Tribe.
The side that wanted to fight the enemy did not wish to do so out of arrogance. They just believed that the chance that they could escape their enemies’ grasp was low.
If they were going to die, then they might as well go down fighting.
While this fight went on, Lugo was standing in a random corner of the cave. The other Bunnitorias had completely forgotten he was there due to his skills hiding his presence. Luckily he was not alone.
Arthur too was standing beside him. The two of them listened in carefully to the bunnies going back and forth with each other.
Finally Baphrael, who took notice of Arthur and where he was sitting, looked over in Lugo’s direction.
“Sir Lugo, it hasn’t been long since we have requested for your help, so I won’t bring shame to our race my begging you, our savior, to take action again. But please do input what you think we should do in this situation!”
Baphrael knew that their people owed this mysterious being too much already for saving them once. He did not want to drag their savior into such a dangerous fight out of selfishness.
While this act seemed small and insignificant, this decision did reveal Baphrael’s incredible self-control. That caused Lugo to look at the small monster in a new light.
While he would’ve helped if Baphrael asked, he would’ve thought lowly of the creature and wouldn’t have given all. But since the Bunnitorias were being so considerate, Lugo would still help them. And he would definitely do everything in his power to assist them as well.
Giving off a bit of bloodlust to reveal his presence once more, Lugo said to the council, “I think it would be better to ask Arthur himself what he wants to do, don’t you think?”
While the council were fight over whether Arthur should stay and fight or run away, none of the elders have thought to ask Arthur for his opinion yet!
To Lugo, the voice of everyone in that very room meant nothing compared to Arthur’s opinion. While he had become a bit more friendly with the monster village, they weren’t actually that close.
In comparison, while Arthur and Lugo had only been together for a short period of time, there was a powerful bond built between them. Traveling to a few strange areas, finding all types of monsters, and teaching Arthur about all the plants and vegetation, which he knew about thanks to the notification boxes, made them extremely familiar with one another.
They became so close that Lugo even slowly learned how to understand what Arthur wanted even when the little bunny couldn’t speak. Yes, he did not understand the complete details, but he did get the general idea of everything Arthur wanted to say.
Thanks to this experience, Arthur finally knew what it was like to have another member of his family other than his dad. And Lugo got a bit of experience of what it was like to have a child…of sorts.
As for Arthur’s mother and other family members, like cousins or siblings, Lugo later learned that all of them died when the village was invaded.
When everyone heard his words, they all realized that they had left Arthur out of the conference all of this time. Even when it was him they were deciding that fate of.
The elders all quieted down when they figured out this mistake and Baphrael took in a deep breath while nodding, “Thank you for the reminder Sir Lugo.”
He turned over to his son and approached him slowly, and then he began to whisper a few words into his ears. While Lugo could have listened in to what he was saying if he wanted to, he decided to give the pair some time alone.
Once the two of them finished talking, Arthur stepped forward and stood directly in the middle of the gathered elders. Spinning in a circle to look at all of them at least once, he did something that even surprised Lugo.
He spoke his first words using telepathy.
“Home here. No run again. Fight now. Became strong.”
Because this was a new and strange experience for him, Arthur’s words were unstructured and almost incoherent. But even so, they all knew what he wanted to say.
“He ran from his home once before, but not this time. Now he was strong and he wanted to protect all those that were close to him.”
His words warmed the hearts of the elders present and even Lugo gave a nod of approval.
Knowing that there was no way he would be able to convince his son to run away, Baphrael gave off a tired sigh and turned to face everyone present.
“We have now decided to fight till the end, then there is only one last thing we must discuss. What can we do to help Arthur out in battle?”
They were all well versed in making defensive walls and hidden traps for their protection. But considering who they were facing, those wouldn’t do much to help in battle. At most they could provide some sort of distraction.
Then once again from the back, Lugo’s voice rang out, “I have a suggestion…”
The meeting was finally coming to an end after discussing a few other problems and the elders immediately turned to Lugo to ask what his suggestion was.
Lugo did not say anything during the meeting and just told them to wait until afterwards.
Once it finally ended, he commanded all of them to follow him. Originally, some Bunnitoria elders did not like the idea of being under the rule of this strange creature. But as time passed and they got more used to his presence, those complaints died down all within a few hours. Lugo was quiet and treated the children nicely. Plus once they all learned what he did for Arthur, no one would even dare to think about talking back to him.
That was because him accidentally feeding Arthur the vain lion’s mane changed the fate of their race that much.
Following him out, they were all brought over to where Lugo had placed the corpses of the beetle scout team. They were all stacked together in a pile of fleshy bodies.
While the sight of the corpses was quite gruesome, none of the bunnies batted an eye. Living their entire lives in the forest, they have seen death and destruction all around them. A small pile of bodies would not affect them that much.
However, one of the elders was a bit confused. He turned to Lugo and asked with a curious look in his eyes, “Sir Lugo, why have you brought us here?”
Without saying anything, Lugo approached one of the corpses and grabbed onto its wings. Without even breaking a sweat, he ripped it off of the body with a sickening tearing sound. The sudden and unexplained action surprised all who were present. Even Arthur was confused about what Lugo was doing.
Still keeping his mouth shut, Lugo ripped the wings off of all of the corpses present. Once he was finished, he threw the dismembered wings over toward the elders.
“Eating a monster stronger than you can help you absorb world energy at a quicker rate right?”
It didn’t take long for the others to figure out what Lugo meant. Murmurs of excitement rang out of the group as people were sent out to grab the strongest Bunnitorias in the village. While their strength would not rise as rapidly as Arthur’s did, any ounce of strength they could obtain was better than nothing.
Turning to all the elders who were left within the village, Lugo said in a soft voice, “From the information we obtained, we have around six to seven days until the Kabuto Tribe arrives. You are all smart enough to create all types of devices to help your everyday lives, now how about we begging making some traps?”
While the elders agreed with his words, they still were not sure what they should do.
But once again Lugo was there to help, “Don’t worry, I have a plan! We will win this battle, no matter what!”
Although many of the elders present did not think things would be so easy, they still had no other choice but to trust in Lugo’s words.
Then at that moment Baphrael began to pull at the rags that Lugo was wearing for pants. “Actually we have something that might be useful to you Sir Lugo.”
Curious by what he meant by this, Lugo followed Baphrael over to his own personal cave. Then he watched as the village leader began to dig into a soft plot of land.
Once all of the dirt was removed, Baphrael revealed to Lugo was he wanted to show him.
It was an incredibly humongous pile of buried clothing and weapons. Shocked by the sight before him, a confused expression appeared onto Lugo’s face as he turned over to look at Baphrael.
“Sometimes in this forest, humans would come over at random times. They would hunt down and kill monsters in order to sell the corpses at their cities or to gain battle experience. But not every human survives their encounters. Most monsters wouldn’t even bother to pick up the dropped equipment as they serve no purpose for us. However, we Bunnitorias have always had an interest in human creations. As such, any left behind corpse that we would find would be stripped clean of its belongings before being brought back to the village so that we could study it.”
Listening to the story being told to him, Lugo began to get an idea of where the conversation was heading.
“You want to give me some of these things?”
“Yes, Sir Lugo! Our village owes you several generations worth of gratitude, and while we are weak and can not do much, we hope to assist you in any way we can. While we are not sure how these articles of clothing work, we have seen many humans survive blows from other beasts that should’ve been fatal! So we assume they must have some form of defense. As for the weapons, anything that you like will also go to you!”
If a human saw these items and were offered them, they would have been shocked by the riches that the Bunnitorias had gathered. Some of the weapons and armor were something that only extremely powerful humans would wear. If they were given to human adventurers, people who explored regions filled with monsters in search of riches or other reasons, then only the top of the line adventurers would receive these items.
Gear that was so expensive in human countries that even kings would have to pay a hefty sum in order to obtain a few of these things.
U fortunately they were all dropped within a forest of monsters, who did not understand their true worth, and were being given to Lugo, who was just as clueless as the monsters.
Looking over the pile of clothing and weapons displayed in front of him, Lugo’s eyes began to give off a soft glow. A beam of light shot out of his pure golden eyes and shined upon the treasure pile. As the light passed through everything, Lugo would have a notification box pop up in front of him. Baphrael could not see what was happening, but Lugo was reading up short summaries of what everything did whenever he looked over it. It was something he just discovered he could do now thanks to his skill “Eyes of God”. It appeared that the skill had many uses that he had yet to discover.
After he finished reading over everything, Lugo reached down and picked out three articles of clothing. He chose some plain looking black pants, a clean, white, long-sleeved shirt, and a green coat with gold designs traveling across it.
After putting his new clothing on, and enjoying the feeling of not being virtually naked, Lugo walked over to where the pile of weapons was situated.
Reaching down, he lifted up a spear made of some sort of metallic material. While Lugo could not tell what it was, the notification box told him it was made of “mythril”.
Looking over the other weapons, something interesting caught Lugo’s eye.
After he went over and picked it up, he began to spin, twirl, and wrap it around his fingers. It was as if he was a child playing with a new toy.
Baphrael could not see what Lugo was doing, but he did see one thing. He saw an eerie smile appear on Lugo’s face as he whispered to himself, “This will work nicely…”
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