Ch.18 Pride is My Birthright

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The Woman only had disdain for the other species that either hopped around like idiots, sat around like idiots or ate others like idiots. Looking at her people that had learned the concept of creation from her, she couldn’t help but beam with pride. The only thing that she held a lick of respect for was the sun. When it shone bright and hung in the sky It overpowered everything, no one could even look at it without feeling pain in their eyes. That’s what she wanted! A power that none dare to withstand! ‘But I will not fall when the night comes, I will be supreme forever!’ Is what could be interpreted from her thoughts. Hubris filled her heart and she was drunk with pride. This pride kept rising and rising and rising without stop. And eventually the magical outburst came… Similarly to the barbarian man, her psyche had influenced her evolution. But unlike the coarse and rough but powerfully built barbarians. Her evolution took on an opposite form, becoming a heavenly beauty. Growing to the height of 1.8 metres tall with high and proud breasts, a slim waist and wide hips. Her perky buttocks and thick thighs were not lacking in the slightest either. Yet despite this, she could be considered to be slender overall, giving a majestic and pure aura. Her hair had grown longer, reaching her waist and giving the impression of a golden sea, especially with the way it shimmered in the sun. Her eyes were of an even brighter gold, the unconcealed domineering and proud glint looking like it wanted to surpass the sun itself. She even shone with a golden light, a light that was clearly magical in nature. This was the result of the light affinity she gained with her evolution. Furthermore, her mana core was actually in her head and was shaped like a geometric sphere rather than the regular smooth sphere that every other ‘human’ had. It must also be mentioned that the mana circuits in her body were RIDICULOUS. Normal magical circuits were still innately biological and could be considered somewhat of an organ. However this was actually a flaw. Flesh would always interrupt with the workings of the ethereal magical energy, plus, just like any other part of the body, it could gain impurities. But what was the situation for this woman? Her mana circuits were actually made of solidified magical energy itself! This ensured that her affinity with any kind of essence would always be high! Mana would seamlessly pass through her circuits and they would never gain impurities. Even more terrifying was the fact that her intelligence increased! This was actually the by-product of the strange mana core she had in her head. It makes one shiver in fear wondering what she would do once she gained knowledge. And this blessing extended to all over her followers. Making the woman a progenitor just like the Barbarian chief. The thing about progenitors was that they were the origin of their bloodline or race. Those of the same affiliation could never disobey. It should also be mentioned that no one could reach the perfection that their progenitor obtained. They were just descendants or cheap copies after all. Even in this new race, the magical mana circuits they obtained were not as pure and the intelligence they gained while extremely high wasn’t even 10% of what their progenitor obtained. But looking at their exaggeratedly handsome and beautiful visage’s and apex physiques that had a collective average height of 1.8m with toned muscles primed for any kind of physical activity, their superior mana core and mana circuits, their intelligence… All these things that made them human but amplified to stupid levels. They could only be called High Humans. The Woman immediately discovered the difference in her body, even memorizing the entire transformation process to later use that knowledge in a possible experiment or further research. She felt the power coursing through her body that she quickly found out was similar to the sun. Something that made her giddy with joy. Then she looked at her people who had also evolved. Instantly discovering the change in their appearance, alertness in eyes and the power in their bodies. They had all clearly become ‘upgraded’, filling her with pride. ‘MY RACE IS REALLY THE SUPREME RACE! WE ARE BLESSED BY THE SUN!’ is what could be interpreted from her thoughts. Although no one else was gifted with the light affinity, she still considered her entire race blessed by the sun. The pride in her eyes was so disgustingly prominent that it looked like it would soon start bleeding out. But for a moment she actually looked at the sun with respect, but that was soon swamped with disdain. It was clear that she was looking down on the sun. Looking down on the fact that it cowered from the night. She actually began to think that sooner or later she would surpass it. Hubris. But if you think about it, this also couldn’t be helped. She had no elders or past history warnings or any kind of thing to warn her that too much arrogance could possibly lead to self destruction. So what could possibly happen to her when she was only becoming greater and greater, fuelling her pride that never stopped growing. To her, it was her birthright. Why should she stop it? That was like asking her to take away her intelligence. Foolish. Unfortunately, just like the barbarians took their chief’s ferociousness and brutality. These High Humans took on their leader’s superiority complex, but funnily enough, they were actually very harmonious with each other. But when they saw others of a different race, they became like kings and queens that saw a frog in their castle. “Hahahaha!” They would point fingers at other animals as if the other species were circus clowns. They actually found the stupidity of other races so hilarious that they discovered how to laugh. Eridel watched these pompous high humans with amusement. Although they were annoying, he could definitely appreciate their use to the overall World’s progression. In fact, they were already learning to fiddle and create things with spare parts they could grab. This was something he needed. With satisfaction coursing through his soul, Eridel turned to the last group of human irregulars. But this one actually put a damper on his excitement. Looking at their red eyes and sinister gazes, Eridel couldn’t help but contemplate. ‘Fiends... how interesting.’ … It all started with a hungry man that was tired of being hungry.

Ch.18 Pride is My Birthright

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