3 Chapter 3

It has been four months since I became the chosen and a lot has changed for me.

For one thing, now no one messes with me anymore now that I'm the chosen one blessed by their God Pugna.

They practically worship the ground I walk on like I'm some sort of God it's very strange to me I was never treated this way before so this is a new experience for me.

Another thing that's changed is my body I've only been alive for a year but I'm already six feet tall and growing a foot in height every day I can feel my muscles growing bigger and bigger every few minutes and my skin and bones are also getting thicker and stronger.

I also noticed my personality is changing I'm no longer the same coward I was and I'm becoming more aggressive and violent I have a hair-trigger temper and now I explode at the slightest provocation I also no longer seem to care about the lives or feelings of others so I'm basically turning into a gigantic swole psychopath.

Plus I'm so hungry all the time I eat everything I can get my hands on and on more than one occasion I have eaten one of my fellow tribesmen and I don't care that I did either.

If this was before the ceremony I wouldn't be able to do that but now I don't care anymore I just do whatever I want now whether it's eating someone or killing anyone who pisses me off.

I still have no idea what was in that blood broth they forced me to drink but its effects are amazing none of this matters right now.

Because today I get my mask it's a tradition among the Mua-ta that when a young warrior comes of age they must create a mask that they will wear whenever they go into battle.

For a young Mua-ta soldier creating their first mask is very important but not so important for me apparently instead of making one of my own I will be given the one the original chosen Mua-ta created hundreds of years ago.

I have no idea what it looks like or how I get it I think it's gonna be like some festival or I don't know a ceremony like last time but I hope it isn't gonna be something too difficult or dangerous.

I walked to the center of the village where a shaman was sitting around a campfire waiting for me to show up he waved to me so I sat down and listened to what he had to say.

"Chosen Moa you time for get mask,"

"How me get mask wise one,"

"You go take mask from last tribe that had chosen born,"

Wait what okay that is a red flag so I have to steal it from who?

"Where take mask from elder?"

"From the blood beast they have last chosen born from many year ago you must go fight blood beast get mask prove you worthy of being chosen like all that came before Moa," said the shaman in a very serious tone.

Oh God, more work for me to do this is gonna be a nightmare I have to steal the mask from the blood beast tribe those guys are absolutely batshit crazy even amongst the other Mua-ta tribes they are considered a bunch of bloodthirsty savages.

This is gonna suck but the shaman is strongly hinting that I have no choice in the matter I have to do this.

I begrudgingly accepted it and walked to my tent and grabbed a large Tomahawk and threw on some beast pelts and walked into the forest towards the blood beast tribe's main village.

It gonna be a long boring journey so I'm gonna spare you the details let's just skip ahead.

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-Time Skip-

After about half a day of traveling, I reached the outskirts of the blood beast village I could tell I was close because of the territorial totem poles marking their borders.

Sigh why do I have to do this dumb shit the journey here was tough enough I had to walk through miles of sweltering jungle full of monsters that tried to eat me and then I had to take a crappy little canoe and paddle all the way to this island where the mask is and now that I'm here I have to fight a bunch of murderous psychopaths.

Just great why does my life have to be so difficult you know what fuck it lets's just get this over with.

I crept through the dense jungle without making a sound I could do this despite my large size because I was born in the green cap tribe that specializes in stealth and ambush hunting.

I could do stuff like this when I was just a few months old It's child play for me at the pace I'm going I'll be there in no time.

I moved swiftly and quietly through the rainy jungle avoiding all the poisonous insects and wild animals until I saw a group of tents in the distance that must be the village.

Okay here comes the hard part getting in there finding the mask then getting out unscathed.

This is not gonna be easy guards are walking around everywhere getting in unnoticed is next to impossible and fighting is a terrible option those guards are humongous.

I'd have to be insane to fight them for one then the difference in size is immense I'm only six feet tall and those giants are at least fifteen feet tall and are rippling with muscles the size of basketballs and they all have deadly looking metal weapons and thick wooden armor.

They may look sloppily made but they are metal weapons nonetheless and can cause a lot more damage than my old stone Tomahawk can plus I'm only wearing animal pelts I have no armor to protect myself.

Not to mention the difference in combat experience I've only been alive a year those guys must be in their late thirties and have fought in hundreds of life and death battles against other Mua-ta warriors.

I can only get that mask by using my stealth abilities to sneak in it's not gonna be easy but I have got to try wait what the hell is that thing.

I was about to head in when I saw what looked like a blood beast warrior riding a miniature dinosaur.

The creature looked like some sort of tiny T-Rex it was twelve feet tall and was twenty feet long with long razor-sharp teeth jutting out its mouth like the maw of a crocodile.

Its wide muscular body was a bright bloody red color and was covered by a thick armor-like hide.

Wait that's a large powerful beast and it's blood-red oh now I get why their tribe's name is the blood beasts they must be called that because they ride those blood-red beasts.

But seriously those things are terrifying they will be tough to deal with I've never seen these things before so for all I know they could be able to smell me from a mile away crap this is gonna complicate things.

Okay you know what fuck it I don't care anymore it's gonna be nearly impossible no matter what I do so who cares I'm just going to run in there and just take that stupid fucking mask.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and charged in running past all the confused guards and straight into the center of the village.

I run past several small huts and tents trying my best to avoid the enraged villagers rushing at me with weapons I weave through the crowd narrowly missing all the deadly strikes.

However, I can't avoid everything and after several minutes of running like a madman, my body is covered in dozens of cuts and scratches.

I can also see several arrows sticking out of my back from that stupid fucking dinosaur rider shooting me from behind.

That guy is quick on that thing he would have caught me by now if it wasn't for all the other people blocking his way.

I have to hurry we're is that God damn mask as wait is that it up ahead I see a large tent with a thirty-foot tall guy standing in front of it.

"Sttttttoooooppppppp!!!!!" the twenty-foot tall giant screamed and just like that all the blood beast warriors and village folk stopped in their tracks and just stared intently at the giant.

If I had to guess he is the village chieftain I mean It's pretty obvious he is the largest person here and he is wearing a large head feathered headdress that looks similar to the one the green cap chieftain wears except the feathers on his headdress are blood-red while the ones In the green cap chiefs headdress are a bright yellowish-green.

"You small one you be chosen yes," said the giant blood chief.

"Yes me Moa chosen by Pugna from green cap tribe," okay don't like this situation at all.

"Me Orc mighty chief of blood beast tribe me know youngling here for the chosen mask but to get mask you must beat Orc in a battle to death,"

All around me the villagers began to chant and dance around as Orc began to beat his chest like an ape and roar after he was done he put on a pair of metal gauntlets it looks like Orc prefers to fight with his hands.

This is not good I will die if I fight him it's not even a contest I'm a six-foot-tall one-year-old with a small stone ax and he's a twenty-foot-tall mountain of humongous bulging muscle with a pair of huge steel gauntlets I'm definitely going to die here.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!! it time you die Orc crush little chosen one like bug you gonna DIE!!!!!!!!!!" Orc then vanished from where he was standing and just like that a twenty-foot tall guy moved faster than the eye could see just how fast is this gargantuan behemoth.

I searched around for him but as I was looking around a chill ran down my spine and I looked above me and saw a flying metal fist coming right at me ready to flatten me.

This is it this is how I die there is no time to dodge and there's no way I could survive this punch it's all over I fall to my knees and accept my imminent death but as I do I hear an old mangled voice shout.

"Stop Orc not kill chosen just yet!!!"

Orc then halted his punch and looked at an old grey-haired shaman with red face tattoos who was standing in front of the tent with the mask inside it.

"Huh? elder what mean Orc stop chosen came for mask and as tradition say Orc must stop chosen from getting mask wait do me not do that now?" Orc scratched his head in confusion he didn't understand what was happening and neither did I.

"Orc don't know that chosen not must die reason why chosen must take mask because belong to different tribe but if chosen abandon old tribe and become one us then chosen not need die chosen can be chosen for blood beast,"

Wait really so I can live fuck my old tribe if there's a chance I can survive then I'm gonna take it I decided long ago that I would live no matter what even if I must resort to cowardly underhanded tactics to do it.

I'm not a hero of justice and I'm not gonna try to be one I'm a bad guy a villain and surviving is all that matters to me.

"Yes me join blood beast tribe!!!"

The shaman looked surprised by my loud and quick reaction but he ignored it and said.

"Okay since Moa want join we hold grand ceremony for welcome new chosen in tribe where we pass mask down to chosen,"

The crowd cheered and danced around chanting in joy while I was still kneeling on the ground in shock somehow once again I barely manage to survive maybe I am the avatar of a God I mean how else could I survive so many near-death experiences.

I just stood up and just went along with all the happy dancing villagers who previously tried to kill me just a few minutes ago.

After several hours of festivities, the old shaman beckoned to me and he presented me with the mask of the first chosen one but it was too big for him to pick up so he had Orc do it.

That's when it hit me that mask is way to big the damn thing was made for someone like Orc who was twenty feet tall it won't even fit me plus it's not a mask it's a modified monster skull.

It looked like a skull from a giant version of the dinosaurs the blood beast warriors were riding wait how was I even gonna take this it's way too big I can't even wear it it's useless to me but on the bright side it looks super cool.

"Uh? elder me can't wear big skull not big enough,"

"Oh no worry young chosen in few year when all grown up you be as big as Orc and can wear mask still too young but it okay chosen until them just make sure grow up healthy and strong," the elder smiled and handed me a large piece of grilled meat.

I grabbed it and thought about what the elder just said and I realized that I am just a one-year-old.

So when I'm fully grown I'll be twenty feet tall that's kinda cool I always wanted to be big and muscular looks like I will be in this life.

I begin eating the meat and in my mind, I pray that nothing else happens and I can just enjoy my life here in this new world.