132 perfection is an old road.

Chasing perfection is something that, in a way, all creatures do unconsciously as generations get better than the last. Evolution is a beautiful system of random chance mixed with a dash of environmental influence, among a few other things.

So when a sentient race realises this road that's been paved and walked by all things alive, it becomes quite all consuming in its features. Which leads to them trying to control or change this system so complex even the most advanced civilization knew to respect its role in the universe.

Many kings,commanders,priests, and scholars all ran towards a path they believed to be paved in gold when infact it was older and darker than any stone in existence.

Civilizations,races, and religions all wanted to unveil and receive the knowledge they believed was held within this road. This was why the games were so revered and respected across the galaxies.

Jack had some idea of this as he wanted his race to be strong but still have the chances and opportunity to grow and learn. While others didn't care for that and just wanted quick and easy power.

Cagra and other viewers also noticed this and enjoyed the way he played, which not many candidates did. They liked how he took calculated risks, such as having a pantheon and teaming with Nancy.

So, going back to the game, we see a young 1 year old jackrixis watching as his mother and father clean and fix their home. His purple hair is starting to sprout and grow as his eyes swallow the life around him.

Sitting next to him was the other tribes children who were all biting their feet or fighting with each other. But this young boy didn't do that he simply watched as his parents fixed their home.

His golden eyes radiated, a glow of harmony that captured those that stared at them for too long as his brain worked twice as fast as those his own age. He slowly dragged his finger through the dirt until he felt something touch it and grabbed the unknown object.

Putting his finger in front of him, he looked carefully and saw a green coloured worm that had 4 small legs like a centipede. But a wrinkly body and no eyes only a circular mouth with no teeth but strong muscles.

He turned the small insect around while inspecting it before his eyes seemed to grow a shade darker in the light, and he crushed the worm in his finger as its body exploded from the force.

He then went back to looking at his parent while wiping the remains of the worm on the ground as I'd nothing had happened at all. He was captivated not by his parents but the act of what they were doing, which was fixing and improving their home.

He loved the idea of mixing and gathering things to then make something useful and superior out of seemingly average things. He loved the idea of the structure and design that came along with it, but of course, he was young, so for now, he just found it interesting.

He decided he had enough of watching, and while the other kids sucked on their thumbs or were eating dirt, he waddled over to his parents. Zevad and Helopa were putting some moss and grass over their home to replace the old and whilting material that now need replacing, so they made sure to pack a lot on top of their home to keep the wheat in and cold out.

Helopa saw her soon waddling towards them still not quite used to walking, so he stumbled a lot, but for a 1 year old, it was quite good.

"Heliosad, what are you doing, young one? You are meant to stay with the other children"-Helopa

The chubby cheeked, and the plump bellied boy soon reached his mother and hugged her leg while pointing at the grass in her hand. While spluttering his words but still being able to string together a sentence.

"You want some grass, little one well. I'm sorry, but we're fixing our home with it"-Hepola

The boy shook his head wildly and pointed at the home as it seemed he actually perfererd not to talk put to point at things.

"Oh, you want to help mother with her task. Well, as long as you don't mess around with the grass, I'm sure it'll be fine"-Hepola

The boy soon joined his mother in filling the holes and nucks of their home while making sure to pack them tight together. The boy enjoyed his time doing his own small part of building and fixing his home, and his mother was their too.

Coming around the corner was his father, who looked down at him before picking him up and throwing him in the air. Luckily, his father easily caught him with a large smile on his face that had scars harbouring his history of valour.

"Look at my boy so grown and strong he will battle the mightiest of beasts and hold the hearts of all his allies"-Zevad

The boy only enjoyed his trip to the sky because it allowed him to get a single second glimps of the tribe from above. He got to see how areas were placed in the tribe and where people went to and from.

"Dear, do not rile the boy up just yet he is too young to hunt he will need to be at least 4 before he starts"-Helopa

Zevad laughed at this, knowing his son was not a normal rixis and was surprised he hadn't already begun seeing the gods come to get him.

"No matter what, my perfect little son will do wonders in the future with the gods help or not"-Zevad

"Careful, my love, you do not want them to think you are being disrespectful, especially after blessings use with such a child"-Helopa

"I'm only joking, my dear. I'm sure the gods are more than happy with how things are going"-Zevad