Chapter 8: The Adventure of Roe (2)

As we journeyed through the continent of Lina, I felt a sudden urge to check Roe's status. With a thought, I accessed the system in my mind and requested to see Roe's attributes.

Status:

Named: Roe

Age: 15 (Avatar Body)

Characteristics: Adventurous Type

Health: 100%

Mana: 100%

Attributes:

Strength: 40

Agility: 45

Intelligence: 35

Endurance: 40

Magic Affinity: 40%

Warrior Affinity: 100%

Inventory: None

Skills: Basic Combat, Acrobatics, Survival Instincts

I took a moment to review Roe's status, noting the balance of attributes and skills that made him well-suited for our adventures. 

"So, my magic affinity is only 40 percent and my warrior affinity is at 100 percent," I mused silently to myself. "But 40 percent is still good though."

Turning my attention to the system, I queried, "System, there are magic grimoires and martial arts books available, right?"

The system promptly responded, "Yes, host, but they require contribution points."

"Ah, okay," I acknowledged, mentally noting to revisit the idea later. However, before I could delve further into my thoughts, Jono's voice broke my concentration.

"Roe, we've arrived at our village," Jono announced.

Quickly suppressing any sign of distraction, I replied, "Ah, yes,"

Looking around, I saw that the village was nothing like in the AD civilization. Here, the village appeared to be at an early stages of development, with simple wooden houses scattered around. But these houses weren't fancy like the ones I knew. They looked old and worn, as if they had been there for a long time. It felt like stepping back in time to an era when ancient humans built houses from branches and covered them with leaves or animal hides. But here, their houses were different; they were made from wood, so big differences.

As I observed the worn-out wooden houses like similar to a tents, I found myself pondering how the early humans who inhabited this village. How did they manage to construct these dwellings with such limited resources? The answer eluded me, leaving me in awe of their resourcefulness and resilience.

Even though the houses looked simple, they felt really cozy and welcoming. It was like they had their own stories to share, showing how people could keep going even when things got tough. Each house seemed to whisper tales of strength and courage, reminding me that people can really overcome anything.

Lost in my own thoughts, I kept walking behind Jono, my interest growing with every new thing I saw in the village.

Suddenly, Jono turned to me with a grin. "What do you think of our village, Roe?"

"It's really cool," I said, looking around at all the bustling activity. "There's something special about this place, you know? It's so lively and full of energy"

Jono smiled, happy with what I said. 

Feeling excited again. I walked with him further into the village, ready to see everything it had.

Suddenly, a voice called out to Jono.

"Grandpa Cain," Jono exclamed, a smile lighting up his face. "It's good to see you."

Cain? Perhaps he's a direct descendant of Adam, just like in the Bible. So, if he's linked directly to Adam and Eve, that would make him Jono's great-great-great-great-grandfather. (Sigh) Family connections in this world can be complex, even for me, the one who created it all. But that's just how life is—a tangled web of relationships and history.

With a renewed sense of focus, I turned my attention back to the unfolding scene in the village. Jono's exclamation had caught my interest, and I watched as an older man approached us, his demeanor calm and wise.

Cain returned Jono's smile with a gentle nod. "Likewise, my boy," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "And who is this young man you've brought with you?"

Jono gestured towards me, introducing me to Cain. "This is Roe," he explained. "He's new here, and really excited to explore the wonders of Eldan."

Cain regarded me with a thoughtful expression, his eyes seeming to penetrate deep into my soul. "Welcome, Roe," he said, his voice carrying a sense of wisdom beyond his years. "I hope you find what you're looking for in our humble village."

"Thank you, Sir Cain," I replied respectfully, feeling a sense of reverence for this elder who had witnessed so much in his long life.

Cain gave me a friendly smile. "You can call me Grandpa Cain," he said kindly, chuckling a bit. "You and Jono look about the same age."

I smiled back, feeling welcomed by his warm demeanor.

Then Cain invited me to join them for dinner, his tone friendly and inviting. "Would you like to join us for dinner?" he asked. "We've got plenty of food, and I'm sure you'll enjoy the company."

"I would be honored to join you for dinner, Grandpa Cain," I replied, my voice filled with genuine appreciation. "Thank you for your hospitality."

It struck me as curious that Cain, a figure often associated with tragedy and wrongdoing in bible tales, appeared so kind and welcoming in this world I had created. His eyes, while warm and inviting, seemed to carry a hidden sorrow, as if burdened by a weighty past.

In the Bible, Cain's story is one of jealousy and violence, marked by the murder of his brother and a life of wandering as punishment. Yet here, in Eldan, he seemed different—gentle, with a heart full of compassion.

As we got closer to Cain's house, I could smell the amazing aroma of food in the air. It made me really excited to experience the food of this world that i created. When we finally got there, Cain's wife welcomed us warmly.

"By the way, this is my wife, Awan," Cain introduced her.

The similarity between Awan's name and the wife of biblical Cain also name Awan struck me as strange. I couldn't help but wonder if it was just a coincidence or if there was some deeper connection. So, I quietly asked the system in my mind, hoping to understand this curious coincidence better.

 I said to the system in my mind, "System, is this just a coincidence?"

The system promptly responded, "Yes, host, it's merely a coincidence."

It's fascinating. I understand that the world I created is different from the Earth I know. Here, there are monsters I created, but I haven't given the humans any powers yet. That's why I'm here—to share knowledge and magic. But for now, let's focus on something else.

Suddenly, Jono's voice interrupted my contemplation. "Hello, Roe, are you okay?"

I chuckled nervously before replying, "Yeah, Jono, I'm good. I was just lost in thought for a sec. I mean, you guys are all really nice to someone you just met."

Cain joined in with a gentle laugh, his tone tinged with a hint of sadness. "I know this world has its share of wicked people, but there are also kind souls," he remarked, casting a meaningful glance my way.

"I suppose you're right, Grandpa Cain," I said, nodding in agreement. "But it's good to see that there are kind people like you in this world.

I feel proud that the child of my creation, Adam and Eve, still show kindness, even as they learn about the complexities of the world—like food, desire, and other aspects that were unknown to them before. They're still unaware of concepts like heaven and hell, and they haven't grasped what lies beyond the sky, as I intentionally left out those details from the forbidden apple. Anyway It's a bit complicated to explain.

Then as we were enjoying dinner at Cain's home when suddenly, a loud shout disrupted the peace. "Your grandson Momoa is hurt!"

Concern flashed across Cain's face as he heard the news about his grandson. Without hesitation, he sprang into action, his movements is quick despite his age.

"Take me to him, quickly!" Cain commanded, his voice firm with determination.

As Cain hurried out of the house, his wife Awan followed closely behind, her face etched with worry. Jono and I exchanged glances, Jono concern mirroring that of Cain's family.

"We should go see what happened," Jono suggested, his tone serious.

I nodded in agreement, my mind racing with thoughts of my creation well-being. "Let's go," I replied, pushing my chair back and rising to my feet.

Together, Jono and I followed Cain and Awan out of the house, our footsteps quickening as we made our way to where Cain son lay wounded.

As we rushed towards the commotion, we saw Momoa lying on the ground, his comrades around him, all wounded. The concerned villagers surrounded them.

Cain rushed to his grandson's side, his hands trembling with emotion. "Momoa, my boy," he said, his voice choked with tears. "What happened?"

Momoa's voice cracked with anguish as he spoke, tears streaming down his face. "Grandpa, They... Jeo, Eldo, Rosa, Loa... four of them... they're gone because of that squid monster, That monster really have mind power," he choked out, his gaze fixed on the ground below. "It's my fault, Grandpa," he whispered brokenly, his words barely audible amidst the weight of his sorrow.

Cain's heart sank as he listened to Momoa's words, his own eyes welling up with tears at the news of the loss. He knelt beside his grandson, placing a comforting hand on Momoa's shoulder.

"Momoa, my dear boy, it's not your fault," Cain said gently, his voice filled with compassion. "You did everything you could to protect your comrades. Sometimes, even our best efforts are not enough to prevent tragedy."

Momoa looked up at his grandfather, his eyes searching for solace amidst the grief. "But I couldn't save them, Grandpa," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I failed them."

As I heard what Momoa said to Cain, I realized something about the squid monster. I created it, but I didn't think it had mind powers. It seems like it evolved after I combined many different cells to make it a monster.

Then a girl who were with momoa she said "What should we do? we dont have a chance to defeat it"

As I pondered the urgency of the situation and the need to provide Momoa and his comrades with additional knowledge and resources, I turned to the creation system for assistance.

"Hey, how many contribution points do I have?" I asked, hoping to use whatever resources I had to help them fight the mind-controlling squid.

The system responded promptly, "You have accumulated 5 million contribution points."

Surprised by the substantial amount, I sought clarification, "Really, 5 million contribution points?"

"Yes, host. It's because humans have been thriving for 900 years," the system clarified in simpler terms.

With a sense of relief knowing I had significant resources at my disposal, I requested, "Good. Can you show me a grimoire of magic?"

"Yes, host. Here is the list," replied the system, presenting a catalog of available grimoires for consideration.

Darkness Basic Grimoire:

Description: This book explores the mysteries of darkness, offering only basic spells. It teaches how to cover areas in shadows, hide or attack using darkness, and connect with the hidden realm. It depends on the user if they have an affinity for these

Contribution Points: 5,000,000

Elemental Basic Grimoire:

Description: This old book holds simple spells for the elements: fire, water, air, and earth. However, it depends on the user if they have an affinity for fire, water, wind, or earth. To Learn to make fire, summon water, control wind, shape earth.

Contribution Points: 5,000,000

Light Basic Grimoire:

Description: This book holds simple spells about the power of light. It shows how to create bright light, use it to heal, and make darkness disappear. It reveals the pure and brilliant nature of light. But mastering it takes time and effort. You'll need to practice regularly and stay dedicated to truly harness its power. It depends on the user if they have an affinity for these.

Contribution Points: 5,000,000

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As I thought about which grimoire to choose, I considered what would be most helpful for Momoa and his friends. While light, darkness, and gravity are strong, they need specific affinities, which not everyone might have. Elemental magic, on the other hand, covers fire, water, air, and earth. It's versatile and I know some of them will have these Affinity So, I decided that elemental magic would be the best choice to help them in their battles and protect their tribe.

After making my decision, I instructed the system, "I choose the Elemental Basic Grimoire. Let's proceed with the purchase."

As the system acknowledged my choice and deducted the required contribution points from my account. Suddenly, as if a floodgate had opened, all of the elemental basic spells flooded into my mind. It was as though I had known them all along, each spell appearing clear and vivid in my thoughts. With this newfound knowledge, I realized that I could teach these spells to Momoa and his comrades, empowering them with the fundamentals of elemental magic. This revelation filled me with excitement and determination, knowing that I now possessed the means to aid them in their journey.

To be continued