King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 923 - 923 911 The First Goal To Become a Monarch

Chapter 923: Chapter 911 The First Goal: To Become a Monarch Chapter 923: Chapter 911 The First Goal: To Become a Monarch “What is this?” Muria, somewhat vexed, looked at an exceptionally abstract drawing on a page of tree bark paper as he flipped through the books. He could roughly guess that the author had drawn a very fierce monster, but honestly, Muria just couldn’t understand it.

This was also why, after discovering the collection of books belonging to the tribal elder, Muria had often come here to read over the past year—because many of the books were beyond his understanding, leaving him to wonder what the authors were trying to convey.

Given the civilization level of the Yi Kong People, it was clear they had not developed their own writing system. Muria only found some patterns resembling hieroglyphic characters on these pieces of tree bark paper.

So, when Muria looked through these tree bark books, it was like reading a comic strip—no, it was worse than a comic strip. At least with comic strips he could understand the intended meaning, but most of what was recorded in these tree bark books lacked any coherence.

Thus, rather than saying he came here to read, it was more accurate to say he was here to solve puzzles. And at this moment, the importance of having an elder nearby became apparent.

Because of his young age, Muria had not yet traveled beyond the tribe, and his understanding of the world was insufficient. He could not associate these childlike scribbles with anything in particular. But right next to him was a living dictionary.

“Elder, do you know what is drawn here?” Unable to guess what the chaotic drawing was, Muria picked up the tree bark book and approached the elder to seek his assistance.

“Muria, found something you don’t understand again!” Hearing Muria’s query, the elder chuckled, put down the medicine jar he was holding, and took the tree bark book from Muria, “Show me where you don’t understand, point it out to me!”

“What is this?” Muria, who was just over a meter tall, pointed his finger at the vague, abstract pattern.

“Hmm…” The elder looked at the abstract pattern Muria was pointing to, his brow furrowing deeply as he fell into thought, dragging out a long nasal hum.

“This is a Mesha!” The elder turned his head and told Muria with a very affirmative tone.

“Really?” Muria looked at the elder with some skepticism. This wasn’t the first time he had asked, and every time the elder had been able to provide an answer.

The issue was that sometimes Muria felt the answers given by the elder were invented on the spot, just to maintain the dignity associated with his status.

This wasn’t an unfounded suspicion on Muria’s part—once, when he had asked about an abstract drawing resembling a flying bird, the elder told him it was a Horned Armored Beast capable of running on the land and easily destroying trees!

That was when Muria realized that the elder had not actually recognized what the drawing depicted, as it was far too abstract. Perhaps the original drawing had been clear, but with the passage of time, the tree bark had twisted, and the paint had faded, turning it into an abstract painting.

So, it was likely just to save face or to maintain the authority of an elder that he had told Muria about another monster instead. This information, however, was quite detailed, because he had seen it with his own eyes.

Hence, Muria was also very keen to consult the elder. When the information recorded in the books was incomprehensible, the knowledge in the elder’s head could still be extracted through conversation.

“Young Muria, don’t you trust me?” The elder’s expression turned serious when he heard Muria’s doubts, “This is a Mesha! I have seen it with my own eyes! Although the pattern is blurry, the colors and patterns describe a Mesha!”

“Okay!” Seeing the serious elder, Muria showed a look of agreement, nodding his head before starting to extract the information he sought, “Grandfather elder, what kind of creature is a Mesha? How big is it? How strong is it?”

“The Mesha is an uncrowned king of the sky. No matter where it is, it is the undeniable overlord of that region. As for how large it is? It can easily swallow a Blue Creek Beast! When it spreads its wings, our tribe will be plunged into darkness!”

“It can swallow a Blue Creek Beast?” Muria’s eyes brightened slightly. He knew what a Blue Creek Beast was—it was the standard mount for every member of the Yi Kong race, and only upon riding a Blue Creek Beast could a Yi Kong person be considered an adult, entitled to go hunting.

“Yes!” The elder continued to describe the image of the Mesha to Muria, and the image of a four-legged, double-winged, dragon-like creature took shape in Muria’s mind.

“If you grow up and see a Mesha flying in the sky, do not linger, do not make any provocative gestures, and immediately flee to the ground!”

After briefly introducing the Mesha to Muria, the elder ended this question-and-answer session with a warning. Clearly, the elder held a deep reverence for this creature.

“If I become an adult and truly encounter a Mesha, I will not flee. If it dares to attack me, I’ll chop off its head!” Muria didn’t take the elder’s advice to heart; he just joked about it. It was only an indigenous dragon-like creature from this world, and it was expecting him to flee?

“Hahaha!” Upon hearing Muria’s words, the Elder once again threw back his head and laughed, clearly taking Muria’s statement as the naive talk of a child.

“Little Ule, if in the future you truly possess the strength to slay the Mesha, I suggest you should not cut off its head, but mount its back and make it your companion!”

“Why?”

“If you can make a Mesha your companion, you will be the ruler of the Ayalei Forest, and all the Yi Kong tribes that live within this forest will heed your command!”

“Really?” Muria lifted his head, his eyes shining brightly. He saw a glimmer of hope for changing the civilization of this world.

“Of course! It is a rule set by all the tribes living in the Ayalei Forest, that a Yi Kong person who can conquer a Meisa, is the King of Ayalei!”

“Very well, when I come of age, I will conquer a Mesha to be my mount!” Muria declared his first goal since arriving in this world, without any hesitation, because the Elder in front of him thought he was joking anyway.

“Hahaha! Ambitious!” Hearing Muria’s words made the Elder laugh heartily once more.

“Tsch!” Muria curled his lip; he couldn’t be bothered to argue with the Elder. Actions would speak louder than words—when he really did arrive before this Elder riding atop a Mesha, Muria didn’t believe he would still be able to laugh.

As the old Yi Kong man continued to laugh merrily, Muria glanced at the sky and waved a dismissive hand at the Elder, preparing to head home.

“Ule!” Just as Muria set one foot outside the treehouse, the Elder called out Muria’s name.

“Hmm?” Muria turned his head.

“I’m not mocking you; I’m just happy, that’s all. I am very much looking forward to the appearance of a ruler who can conquer the Mesha in our Tunan Tribe!”

“No need to wait. For me, it’s only a matter of time!” Muria also turned back to look at the Elder and spoke very seriously. After that, regardless of the Elder’s reaction, he left across the vine bridge.

“Hmm? There’s another important question I haven’t asked.” Walking on a narrow vine bridge, Muria suddenly thought of a question. Including the Mesha, Muria had obtained a great deal of information about powerful creatures from the Elder, and with this knowledge, he had also received warnings.

Without a doubt, these creatures were extremely dangerous. Even though the descriptions were brief, it was clear that these beings possessed the power to easily kill several adult Yi Kong people.

Based on such descriptions, the outdoors must be very dangerous for the Yi Kong people. However, what Muria found puzzling was that every hunter he had seen since he was young always appeared utterly relaxed, as if they were simply going to pick fruits in their own orchards, which was obviously unreasonable.

“If a Mesha can indeed swallow a Blue Creek Beast whole, then if it were to attack my Tribe, it could inflict severe damage or even obliterate us!”

Muria’s brow furrowed as he crossed one vine bridge after another. He was indifferent to the fact that a misstep could send him plummeting dozens or even hundreds of meters to the ground below.

Being able to walk with ease upon the trees was an essential skill innate to every Yi Kong person, for they lived in the trees.

“But the Elder had only reverence for the Mesha, not fear. That suggests the Mesha won’t attack my Tribe. Why is that? No, that’s not right, not just the Mesha—all those creatures described by the Elder, I’ve never seen one of them. This means none of these creatures will attack my Tribe! My Tribe must possess something extraordinary!”

Muria stopped short on a vine bridge and looked around him. As the sun set, the trees around him, including the vine bridge beneath his feet, started to emit a soft glow. The spectacle was enchantingly beautiful and utterly magical.

Immersed in this fantastical and stunning scenery, Muria made his way back to his family’s treehouse. The tree where his home was situated also emitted a glow, dispersing the darkness.

“Father, Mother!” Muria called out as he entered the treehouse and saw his parents. He harbored no resentment.

He was acutely aware of the pain his mother had endured giving birth to him, and the food he ate to satisfy his hunger everyday was obtained by his father, who ventured into the outdoors. Seemingly, the outdoors were equally fraught with danger for the Yi Kong people.