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Chapter 392: Tutsu

It was actually hard to get a hold of the proper antagonist.

The main and the strongest army that could level up like players consisted of the top 200 players from the already destroyed world. They knew it was stupid to go to the realms without a significant plan.

And those who were turned into antagonists had a way to cultivate the antagonist’s energy. Some of them would eventually evolve into commanders, maybe enabling the level-up system.

For now, all of them cultivated their strength, either silently in their abodes by recalling their fears or devouring each other like wolves.

Catching them was easy, but getting proper intel from them was impossible.

The Winged Realm heard rumors about other realms and their people’s extending their attention to the antagonists, but that was far from valid information.

Besides, they had their problems, didn’t they?

“We must respect the tradition. Gather the best wind mages and healers, then have them fight in duos against enemies. Team up people who can easily bond with each other have good teamwork and belief in their abilities.

The best team is not a team of best players, but a team with good chemistry and trust in each other—skills are secondary,” Danielle said to Alex, who was typing all of it in a chat to Tomo Homie.

After his fingers stopped tapping the system window, she continued, “There are higher chances of duo parties climbing up the mountain. If they manage to overcome it, they will naturally get attention from our household.”

But as if tradition be damned, Danielle secretly used her system, passing helpful knowledge and skill to Alexander, which he could pass to others.

Out of respect for the tradition and his in-law taking possible risks, Alex parted his lips, asking, “What exactly is the tradition shrouding the mountain?”

“It’s a short story,” Danielle smiled, revealing an interesting past.

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[A far past, the old era!]

“Tutsu,” An old man with white hair and a beard long enough to sway on the floor, wrinkled scattered all over him, and faint glimmer in his eyes, called a young prodigy, his voice bringing the young blood to his knees.

Tutsu shouted respectfully with admiration laced in his voice, his heart leaping and jumping around in his body due to happiness, “I am here, old man!”

“I have used my wisdom, looking beyond stars… I believe our grand purpose lies in humans below us!” the old man exclaimed at the end, drawing a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Tutsu grew worried, breaking his respectful stance by lifting his body and coming closer to the old man. He supported him gently, not saying anything, for he mostly asked meaningless and stupid questions.

“Descend and make contact with humans and demi-humans. Let them see your might!” the old man shouted, fueling those words with all leftovers of his strength, for he found it really important.

Tutsu nodded decisively, “I shall heed your orders!”

After putting the old man in his bed, Tutsu unfolded his wings, starting the first and quite crucial descent in the whole Winged Realm’s history!

He went through clouds, then an invisible barrier that took him to the mortal world. In that place, the wind was much weaker, turning Tutsu into a monster as his wings flapped and produced the wind of such a highest quality that he became the god of speed!

“I see humans!” Tutsu noticed a group of humans fighting against hoodlums who wanted to steal goods, simple and common thievery.

Humans kitted out in normal clothes were obviously losing. Thus, heeding the old man’s words, Tutsu called forth his healing prowess.

A bright and soothing pillar dropped onto all humans, wrapping them in its embrace. Only humans in ordinary clothes were healed, however.

Tutsu dropped with his wings unfolded, standing with a soft smile and gentle looks, kneeling to one of the ladies wounded by the hoodlums, “Are you okay? This pillar should’ve already healed you up.”

“Y-Yes…” the lady stammered, gazing at Tutsu in such a reverence that her heart, soul, and mind already belonged to him.

Everyone else was the same.

“God!”

“God has arrived to help us!”

“Oh, God! Please, don’t punish us! We are sorry!”

Everyone knelt around Tutsu, their voices turning the mood heavier. Every human immediately deemed Tutsu as the god, which was wrong.

It was too bad!

After all, Tutsu also believed in a god. He believed that someone had given him the holiness, with a purpose no less! And to meet that person, he had to find that purpose and fulfill it.

“I am not a god,” Tutsu whispered in a futile attempt to clear the misunderstanding. No one listened to him, infatuated by his holiness and aura. They soon even misheard him thinking he had just announced himself as a god.

As nothing could be changed, Tutsu just followed his mission. He spread some wisdom about wind and holiness to some people, helping everyone on his way. He met influential figures, too, reaching a conclusion just in a few weeks.

“Everyone thinks of themselves,” Tutsu uttered while flapping his wings, standing above one of many kingdoms.

People revered him, as a god, in various ways, too. Some were ready to turn their kingdoms into huge church organizations. Some were more selfish, wanting to bear the god’s children.

And so on.

No one wanted to hear about The Winged Realm and its people.

Thus, Tutsu located the mountains, drawing them together through his legendary wind skill. Once those stood in an orderly row, Tutsu wrote a challenge for humans and demi-humans; if you want Winged People’s Grace, climb the mountains and get it!

Everyone who finishes that shall be rewarded!

For many generations, people believed that Tutsu was a god and Winged People were his creations. And as nothing changed within him and Winged Realm despite such a belief, Tutsu and the old man inferred that if humanity were a part of their grand purpose, they had to arrive in their realm by themselves.

“Well done, Tutsu.”

“Thank you, old man!”

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“The misunderstanding has been cleared like twenty human generations later,” Danielle laughed, praising God Tutsu for holding back with all lovely sheep throwing themselves at him with their blind love and desire.

Alex also couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling like Tutsu was a simple but good guy.

“Sounds like a guy I would have a lot of fun with!” Alex laughed out loud.