A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy

27 – Humiliation (3)

I was able to make up my mind after being teabagged by Porori.

First of all, let’s quickly recover the language. I don’t like it, but let’s talk to the gods first.

However, in order to have a direct conversation with the gods, it is possible to raise your faith to the maximum.

If that’s not the case, then you have no choice but to go directly to the ‘temple’. The problem is that the temple is in another country.

For now, the only way is to go to church and pray. Or, like Porori, they made offerings every day.

‘But did faith really ruin the language?’

Porori became a spiritual creature by paying tribute for 100 days. On the other hand, I lost my language.

It’s a reasonable hypothesis since he cursed at the sky on a fictitious day.

‘I don’t know why this reflects reality.’

In Soul World, faith is similar to magic. Like magic, if you say it with your mouth, it’s a way to apply a buff.

Even interesting things can be done by entering macros separately.

For example, to buff someone, you have to speak at length.

However, as faith rises, the length of the words becomes shorter, and great results come out when you add macros.

‘Water. Did he say he would give you everything with just one word?’

I know that there is also a combination of ‘water’, one of the legendary memes.

That must mean that the gods place great importance on language. The more I think about it, the more credible it is.

‘First of all, let’s get off the horse.’

FYI, I couldn’t even get rid of the text. He can only speak, but he is also illiterate.

It’s a shame, the characters in this world, especially the common language, are filthy difficult. Even the official language is like this, but other languages are terrible.

I have decided to visit the church this weekend, so I will pray at that time. There are many things I want to ask, but they will go to the temple.

‘Or do I believe in Gulag too?’

The one praying in the church is Gaia, the Goddess of Life, and the one offering tribute like Porori is Gulag, the God of Destruction.

Chaos, the God of Chaos, has strict conditions just like its name. If you satisfy ‘fun’, he tends to give you various blessings.

‘Even that fun is based on one’s standards.’

I don’t know about anything else, but it’s good to rule out receiving blessings from Chaos.

Because getting entangled with them only increases the difficulty of life, and often trolls.

As I said before, when you need a heal, you apply a buff, and when you need a buff, you apply a heal.

When I am serious, I do it in my own way, but most of the time I get stressed out before that.

“··· ···”

Maybe it’s because of the 50,000 random thoughts that come to mind. I can’t sleep toxic these days.

I slowly got out of bed and looked out the window. Numerous stars are embroidered in the night sky.

The moonlight was also bright, so it felt bright. I also have good eyes.

Smart tok tok-

It was when I was staring endlessly out the window.

I heard knocking on the glass not from the bedroom door, but from the window.

As I looked more intently at this, a very familiar silhouette caught my eye.

[Hey. Friend. I have something to talk about.]

It was porori. The guy who made fun of me until he left.

As soon as I saw it, I had a tantrum, but before that, I heard the question. Why did you come here in the middle of the night?

I don’t think they came here to make fun of me, but they seem to have a purpose.

Drreuk-

So I got up from the bed and opened the window. As soon as I opened the window, he came inside.

It is 2:00 AM when everyone is asleep. Rod is also in a deep sleep, so he won’t notice.

Me and Porori remain wild, so it’s almost impossible to fall into a deep sleep. Still not tired

“f*ck?”

I asked Porori why she came.

Then he climbed on top of my bed and said seriously while crossing his legs.

“I heard from the lady. You saved my life?”

“··· ···”

It seems that I have heard about the whole story. But I didn’t answer anything.

It wasn’t even a fair fight either. If it wasn’t for Ellie, I would have died amicably.

I didn’t want the game to be split like that, so I asked for Porori to be saved.

“I won’t say thank you. If it had ended that way, I would have screwed you up in death.”

This is how it is captured. I sighed, raising one corner of my mouth.

It’s still the case to talk without swearing. Also, don’t expect anything from him.

“Well. What I want to say is roughly this…”

Porori said to me, shyly scratching his head with his foreleg.

“Leave your translation to me from now on.”

“f*ck?”

I opened one eye when I was asked to be the interpreter. What is this all of a sudden

Porori started talking out of the clearing as if he had anticipated my question.

“As far as interpreting is concerned, it’s only possible when I’m with you, right? When I asked the lady to listen, she said that I shouldn’t be found out that I’m a spirit creature.”

“··· ···”

“So when I’m with you, my body will kindly interpret this, I mean. Do you understand?”

“······f*ck.”

It hurts my pride. When I grumbled like that, Porori pointed out.

“You misunderstood because you couldn’t speak today. Are you going to continue to do that? I don’t know when I’ll speak.”

“f*ck.”

“It’s not easy. When I was living in the woods, I heard you curse at the sky. I don’t know why you hate the sky so much.”

You must have been in my position. Does the curse come out or not?

I wouldn’t have done this if I had started with a city instead of a forest.

I must have just accepted it from the beginning and was busy eating and living day by day. The reason will be found later.

But not only did he start in the forest, he was humiliated by Porori. Next he was bitten on the arm by a wolf.

Can you not swear at this? Even if I give them reasons, I think I will only get more angry.

“You’re good at hunting too, so pray like me for 100 days. Then maybe you’ll get the power of thunder.”

“··· ···”

“What do you look, this baby. Do you want to give me a sacrifice?”

I got caught. To be honest, there is no offering like Porori.

Because it has both spiritual creatures and powerful weapons. It is perfect for offerings.

“Ehh. You ungrateful bastard for trying to help. That’s why you can’t be a beast.”

“f*ck.”

Although he is also a beast.

When I objected, he tut and wiggled his fingers.

Then he arrogantly crossed his arms with his short front legs and said something quite interesting.

“Hey. Isn’t that right? Even if you learn to speak, treating you like an animal will be the same?”

“f*ck?”

“What are you talking about? Look at your red eyes and think about it.”

I fumbled near my eyes. Bright red eyes are a symbol of monsters with ‘broad width’.

Actually, I also have a wide width characteristic. If the madness is manifested, it loses reason and goes into a riot.

Fortunately, as ‘Guts’ was raised to the maximum, the frequency of berserk decreased, but it was manifested in a fierce battle with Porori.

“Even if you enlighten the horse, it won’t change that you’re a brute. Especially if you run amok, that tendency will be stronger. Next to the horse, what to do with that damn temper.”

“f*ck?”

“Why are you asking me that? I’m a squirrel, so I don’t know about berserk.”

Come to think of it, I’m curious. How did this child become strong?

In the game, Porori cannot be used as a pet and must be killed.

Even if you find its habitat, you can only know that it is full of acorns, not the past.

“f*ck.”

“How did you become strong? Well… From the time you killed the giant chick? That’s when I realized I could be strong too. After that, I survived and became like this.”

If you only look at how he got stronger, he’s similar to me. I was almost killed by a wolf, but I barely survived with my base.

Perhaps this is the strength that can only be obtained by beasts who have realized the true power of the jungle.

It’s me, though it’s a little different because I’m semi-forced away.

“Anyway, this.”

While thinking for a moment, Porori held out something to me. It is a bluish herb.

I don’t know where to hide from that small body.

“Pray to the sky now. It’s a pretty rare herb. You’ll know it when you smell it, right?”

“··· ···”

At first, I had doubts, but I took what I was given. Looking at the atmosphere, it doesn’t seem like they’re joking around.

I then sniffed the medicinal herbs, and a sharp yet sweet fragrance pierced my nose.

I couldn’t help but put on a slightly surprised expression at the scent. This must be pretty hard to find.

“I’ll tell you in advance, it’s not because you saved my life? I’ll kill you later and poop in your face, so you know that.”

“······f*ck.”

I’m sorry. I sighed and inspected the herbs in detail.

The roots are covered with soil, probably because they were just gathered. You can feel the unique cold energy of the night air.

The name of this herb is blue forget-me-not. Unlike the widespread silver forget-me-not, it is a herb that blooms only at night.

Effects include detoxification and increased magic power. If you give it to Ellie who has grown up later, you can make a quality potion.

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“I offered an acorn, but I don’t know if you’ll get it with this. Aren’t you?”

“··· ···”

To know is to know.

As I said earlier, it is Gulag, the God of Destruction, who gains faith by paying tribute.

Every time you sacrifice a game or herb, your Faith increases, and if the game is strong or a rare herb, the amount of increase increases.

A level of blue forget-me-not is about B+, so there is a high possibility that it will rise to a higher level.

‘Should I ask Kara?’

The problem is the altar. You need an altar to pay tribute, and only Kara knows that.

An altar is something that cannot be made even in the game. You definitely need someone’s help.

‘So this bastard made the altar himself?’

I stared at Porori. Porori shrugged her shoulders as if she noticed that gaze.

“I prayed while looking at the wooden shed where the acorns were stored. When I put the acorns inside and prayed to the sky, all the acorns disappeared.”

Isn’t the altar irrelevant and all you have to do is put your heart into it? Maybe.

Moreover, I am already getting a lot of attention from God. I’m interested because I like the words, but it’s not the same as being filmed.

‘What can I do?’

If you learn the language first, you will be treated less like a wild person. Porori also helps, but there is no reason to refuse.

I nodded my head to say thanks to Porori. Then, Porori scratches her cheek and murmurs.

“It’s kind of strange to receive a thank you from you. Originally, whenever we met, we were busy fighting.”

“f*ck.”

“I won’t have much to fight like you said. Then I’m leaving.”

Porori jumped out of the open window leaving only those words.

As a squirrel, its nimble yet flexible body movements are impressive. Apparently, a squirrel is a squirrel.

I closed the window through which Porori came out and lay down on the bed. After lying on the bed, I looked at the blue forget-me-not that he handed me.

‘It’s not like giving a bottle or giving medicine.’

Anyway, it seems that he was sorry for teasing him harshly today.

If I did that in the forest, I would laugh and move on. However, after encountering civilization, it seemed that he had a ‘conscience’.

On the other hand, the reality is that I cannot even speak the language. I can’t accept a reality worse than a squirrel.

‘Yes. The important thing is sincerity.’

I jumped out of bed and began to prepare for the offering.

First, make the bed. The bedspreads and blankets were neatly laid out, and the pillows were all removed.

Afterwards, blue forget-me-nots were placed neatly in the center. At this point, the setting is complete.

‘This should be enough since he’s watching over me.’

He is showing interest by even giving the status window. If you put in sincerity, you will surely respond.

After finishing all the settings, I knelt two steps away from the bed.

Then he put his hands together and prayed earnestly.

‘What was it… Ah. Okay. Gulag, destroyer of all things and lord of thunder. I offer this offering, so give me strength.’

I recited the prayer I had seen in Soul World, groping my memory as much as I could.

This prayer is often heard in Tatar. As I said before, Tatars believe in Gulag.

‘······Wouldn’t it be better to pray a little more?’

I apologized for all of the swearing at the sky. Please, I begged and begged for the language to be corrected.

Of course, it would be difficult to correct the language just by paying a tribute.

So, like Porori, I plan to frequently sacrifice game. With the help of Kara, who is also a member of the family.

‘So please hear my prayer.’

I slowly opened my eyes as I finished my last prayer. Soon after, I checked the herbs on the bed.

As if it would completely shatter even my expectations, the herbs remained intact.

“f*ck.”

Hey. sh*t. Then it is.

I didn’t even respond because it was already firmly stamped.

I expected it to some extent, but it’s not like I didn’t expect it at all, it’s disappointing.

‘But why doesn’t the message appear?’

I don’t know why this kind of message doesn’t pop up while the message about insulting God pops up.

Is it really necessary to visit church on weekends? There is something else to do at church, but it’s a bit awkward.

Moreover, if you do that ‘action’ at church, you will be banned from entering with a 100% probability. It was like that in the game too.

‘I’ll just give it to Rod.’

I picked up a well-shaped blue forget-me-not. It has an excellent detoxifying effect, so you should give it to Lord.

It was about time I looked around to find a place to store the herbs.

“··· ···”

“··· ···”

I ran into Rod, who was watching me through the slightly open door.

He must have had a good night’s sleep, but how did he wake up? Did he just wake up in the middle because he’s old?

Looking at the wide open eyes, it seems like he watched everything I did. I’m sure you’ve seen all the sh*t done with a single herb.

‘Hmm. I’m ashamed and I think I’m going to shame myself.’

If I knew it would be like this, I would do it tomorrow, but I was in a hurry.

I stared at Rod endlessly in a suffocating atmosphere.

Rod couldn’t open his mouth in the awkward and strange atmosphere.

[Faith rises!]

But why are you popping up all of a sudden?

I mumbled dejectedly while looking at the message printed in front of my eyes.

“·······f*cking”

In that one word.

“······Swearing?”

Rod muttered shyly.

Come to think of it, the words that came out of my mouth are not Korean, but the language of this world.

Aside from that, why did my faith rise now? I don’t know why at all.

“Did you just… Swear?”

I’ll have to deal with the situation first. You have to start by talking, sleeping, and explaining.

“Horse. Long.”

Now. What does that mean? Surprisingly, it means that it takes a long time to explain.

I have no choice but to explain everything from the visit of Porori to the offering of the sacrifice.

Then, Rod’s expression became more confused. I rub my eyes to see if I haven’t woken up yet.

In the meantime, I thought of Gulag, who seems to have deliberately raised his faith late.

‘Is this bastard doing this on purpose?’

What you do is not a god of destruction, but a god of chaos…

······Wait a minute. No way?

[I insulted God. Faith declines.]

“······f*ck.”

I murmured softly. I think I know who this sh*t is.

In the meantime, Lord pressed the back of his nose and asked me with a tired look.

“Tell me again. What?”

“f*ck.”

What comes out of your mouth is, as always, a sticky f*ck.

Rod nodded his head at those words, then opened his mouth with a face of yes.

“I must have heard wrong. You can’t talk.”

“··· ···”

“Stop acting weird and go to sleep. It’s good to get enough sleep.”

Rod closed the door while giving that advice. I stood still in front of the door for a while.

A blue forget-me-not is firmly grasped in one hand. However, as a sacrifice, it is a really useless herb.

‘······In Soul World, you can choose a different scene at any time.’

It means that even if you choose Gaia, you can trust Gulag again. So, there are many ways to raise your faith.

However, this is the case when Chaos was not chosen.

The moment you choose Chaos, you must trust him/her from beginning to end.

You can never switch to another god. Because chaos gets in the way.

He is a god who is superior to other gods in one condition and potential suitable for the name ‘Chaos’.

‘To raise faith when choosing Chaos…’

You have to arouse his (her) interest or fun. The fun is random, so it’s actually better to give up.

Because it was chaos that even the dead people who cleared the multiple rounds couldn’t figure out what principle it was.

In other words, it means that I can lift and release my faith as I wish, just like before.

Push-

As soon as he realized that Chaos was watching me, he threw himself on the bed.

For some reason, even though I only cursed in my heart, my faith was cut short.

Gaia and Gulag do not undermine faith unless certain conditions are met.

It was something I should have noticed earlier, but I finally realized it after going through so much trouble in the forest.

‘······If you have a conscience, please increase your faith.’

Did he even feel something from those words?

[I insulted God. Faith declines.]

Chaos threw candy instead of faith.

I don’t know why, but ‘yeah. Is it an illusion to hear the words ‘f*ck it’?

Unlike other gods, this is a god who cannot communicate directly, so this is the only way to communicate.

‘······Who are you really kidding?’

Fortunately, he’s just playful, but he’s basically a good god.

Otherwise he must have been a god on the devil’s side. Right now, I have no choice but to believe in one potential and go.

Furthermore, it is highly likely that Chaos caused his stats to explode while he was living in the forest.

“Ha ha.”

I let out a deep sigh at the prospect of becoming complicated in many ways. Let Porori be the interpreter for now.

I thought it would be better to give up half of my faith. You never know what Chaos will see and like.

Still, the ability itself is excellent, so it’s better to trust this.

‘Let’s see somewhere.’

I will show you that language can be removed without faith.

The day after I made that promise.

“The plant manager of the soy sauce plant is Kang, and the plant manager of the soybean paste plant is Kang.”

“··· ···”

“How is it? Isn’t it great? You can do it as long as you believe in heaven, friend.”

I was teabagging again.

It’s not like they’re trying to f*ck me, it’s even sadder.

What. Still.

“Yes.”

“Huh. Can you talk?”

“Oh.”

“No.”

It wasn’t that there was nothing gained.