Chapter 138: The Night Flames Dance
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Chapter 138: The Night Flames Dance
Jack followed Nauja back as the ceiling mushrooms dimmed. Their light lessened slowly at first, then faster, until night arrived in a matter of minutes. By the time they made it back to the tribe, darkness had fallen everywhere.
But not completely. Though the mushrooms had gone dark, their roots still pulsed with soft blue light. It wasnt enough to illuminate the entire ring, not even close, but it still shed a hint of light on the jungle beneath, like a moonless night on Earth.
As soon as darkness fell, the sounds around Jack changed. The animals of day went to sleep, letting their nocturnal counterparts take over. Their cries were sparser now, chillier. If he was in the jungleor in the insect foresthe would be terrified.
And yet, the valley of the Tri Lake felt safe. Peaceful, even. The leaves rustled in the night breeze, but their sound was calming music to his ears, not a sign of danger. Fireflies danced around the lip of the valley.
It was almost mystical.
Brocks excited yells drew Jacks attention back to the front. A large bonfire had been lit in the middle of the tribe, right next to the lake. Bare-chested men had dragged entire logs from the jungle and stacked them into a pyramid, then set the dry grass beneath it ablaze.
Now, the crimson fingers of a pyre reached for the stony sky. The tribespeople were gathered around it, forming a circle at a moderate distance, their pale faces shining red from the flames. They waved at Nauja as she approached.
This is our night, she whispered to Jack, pulling him forward. We work hard during the day. At night, we dance, drink, celebrate, and sleep.
What do you celebrate? he asked, breathless.
Everything.
His gaze opened up, taking in the new faces. Two dozen people sat around the fire, all staring at him. The previous crowd he met were amongst them.
Jack wanted to say something, but held himself back. Nauja hadnt spoken yet. Nobody had, like they were all waiting for something.
The door of a hut creaked open. A man walked out, so tall that he needed to duck through the door. His chest was bare, and his head proud under a mane of red hair. His face was hard, with low cheekbones, and he wore only a skirt-like garment made of thin wood strips, like all other men of the tribe.
Human (Trial Planet), Level ??? (D-Grade)
Faction: -
Title: Direct Descendant
Father, Neuja said respectfully, inclining her head, and everyone else followed suit. They werent bowing, just expressing their respect.
Hmm, the man replied, caressing his long red beard. Jack felt deep exhaustion in that voice. He wasnt old; he looked in his forties, but he exuded the air of a man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
Jack suddenly remembered that immortals lived for centuries. This man looked forty, but he could easily be seven hundred years old.
So much time in the same corner of the world he thought, shaking his head. No wonder he looks so tired.
Father, this is Jack and Brock, Nauja introduced them again. Friends who seek our hospitality.
Delvers, her father replied, letting the word hang. A bit of tension seeped into the air. Jack had no doubt that, if this man gave the word, the tribesmen would chase them into the jungle instantly.
Yes, Nauja replied, but they know respect. This man speaks from his heart, Father. I could sense the bitterness in his words, the fire in his chest. He faces the same threat we do. He may have come from above, but he is more barbarian than delver.
Jack couldnt resist throwing her a surprised glance. They barely even knew each other. Not even an hour ago, she was cursing at him, and now she was vouching for him. Just how confident was she in her evaluation?
Mm. The chiefs hum rang heavy in Jacks ears, rocking his entire body, but he remained still. My daughter praises you. Are her words true?
They are, Jack replied as respectfully as he could, not sure how to address the man. Chief? Sir? Nauja told me you have ways to detect lies. I am perfectly willing to accept such examination, if it helps alleviate your suspicions.
A hint of amusement entered the chiefs eyes. We have no such thing, he said, but neither do we need it. The heart cannot lie.
Before Jack could respond, a heavy gaze bore deep inside him. He shook, almost stumbling. It felt like the chief was staring directly into his chest. He felt naked.
A moment later, the chief withdrew his skillbecause it had to be oneand turned to Brock. Can this young brorilla speak yet? he asked.
He
Yes. Brock cut off Jack.
The world is unfair, he said slowly. The strong oppress the weak. They will never let them rise. It is all a ruse, a false hope to keep the slaves obedient so they can rule by words and not by force.
Jack considered those words. He took his time. A few moments later, he asked, Do you mean that I am doomed?
Nothing is absolute But the balance is enforced. Change is forbidden. The faster you rise, the harder they will strike, and their power is insurmountable. To survive ascension, you must either yield and become one of them, bearing the cloak of the oppressor, or rise faster and stronger than anyone ever has, suppressing the entire world with your power alone.
The chiefs words sounded like a retelling of thoughts buried deep inside him, ones that existed at the very core of his soul. They were weary, like the chief himself, but powerful. Jack wondered what his Dao was.
He felt the truth of these words vibrate in his own heart. Defeating the planetary overseer was an almost impossible task, but then what? The Animal Kingdom wouldnt let him get away with it. They would throw B-Grades at him, and if the Galactic Alliance was corrupt, the entire galaxy might come down on his head for upsetting the balance and inspiring others to do the same.
Could he really triumph over everyone?
Strangely, the thought only raised his mood. It sounded despairingly difficult, but also simple. Straightforward. The perfect path for a fist to follow.
You are wise, chief, Jack said with a sigh.
For the first time, the chief chuckled, a deep sound that made many heads turn in surprise. Not wise. I am simply old.
How old?
Five hundred galactic years. Roughly.
Wow Im twenty-eight.
The chief smirked a bit but didnt reply. He sipped from his goblet, and Jack did the same. Just as it emptied and he was about to refill it, excusing himself in the process, the chief spoke again.
You are far from home.
Jack paused. I am.
You are brave. To achieve your goals, the only way is to conquer Trial Planet. All of it. And you will need power. Tomorrow, you and Nauja will hunt a beast near the Forbidden Cave, close to the delver camp. Fate will take its course. That is all the help I can offer.
Jack looked over in discreet confusion. Thank you, chief.
May the will of our ancestors be with you.
Jack nodded, more thoughtful than he was a moment ago, and moved to refill his goblet.
Jack. The chiefs voice came again before he could make two steps. He turned around.
Yes, chief?
A strange light played in the chiefs eyes. It was almost threatening. Do not trust the System.
***
Alcohol flowed freely, and conversation slowly gave way to bare excitement. A man and a woman drew out small bongos, beating them to a rhythm that danced with the flames. Jack found his body moving to the tune. Beside him, Brock did the same.
One by one, the tribespeople stood up and gathered around the crackling bonfire, dancing in a way Jack hadnt seen before. They shook their limbs wildly, rocking their bodies from side to side. In any club on Earth, they would be mocked. But here, Jack felt their movements strangely fitting. He grinned along, mustering the courage to dance himself.
What are you waiting for? Naujas voice came from behind him. Her hand grabbed his wrist. Come on!
She dragged him into the dance, where two dozen people were shaking themselves and having fun. Not many were young. Besides Nauja, another girl, and a blond man, everyone else was either over forty or under twelve.
Their bodies moved before the flames, casting long, dancing shadows. The music seeped into every pore of Jacks body. He moved to the tune, without thinking, only dancing. It was liberating. He hadnt cut loose in so long. Hed never been good at dancing.
Nauja danced with him, helping him feel less awkward. It was unnecessary. After everything hed been through, a little dance felt so insignificant. He couldnt be better.
A mass of rapidly writhing bodies surrounded him, shielding him in their midst. Hed lost Nauja at some point. A nearby woman danced with him for a bit, then a man whose moves reminded Jack of standing break dancing. Nauja reappeared by his side, and he grabbed her by the hand to spin her around. She laughed, holding his hand and spinning more. The mass of bodies packed tighter. Everyone came closer, a feeling of unity. The heat of fire became one with the warmth of people.
Jack found himself laughing. He realized he was drunk. He didnt care. This was nice.
And the night went on.
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Chapter 138: The Night Flames Dance
Jack followed Nauja back as the ceiling mushrooms dimmed. Their light lessened slowly at first, then faster, until night arrived in a matter of minutes. By the time they made it back to the tribe, darkness had fallen everywhere.
But not completely. Though the mushrooms had gone dark, their roots still pulsed with soft blue light. It wasnt enough to illuminate the entire ring, not even close, but it still shed a hint of light on the jungle beneath, like a moonless night on Earth.
As soon as darkness fell, the sounds around Jack changed. The animals of day went to sleep, letting their nocturnal counterparts take over. Their cries were sparser now, chillier. If he was in the jungleor in the insect foresthe would be terrified.
And yet, the valley of the Tri Lake felt safe. Peaceful, even. The leaves rustled in the night breeze, but their sound was calming music to his ears, not a sign of danger. Fireflies danced around the lip of the valley.
It was almost mystical.
Brocks excited yells drew Jacks attention back to the front. A large bonfire had been lit in the middle of the tribe, right next to the lake. Bare-chested men had dragged entire logs from the jungle and stacked them into a pyramid, then set the dry grass beneath it ablaze.
Now, the crimson fingers of a pyre reached for the stony sky. The tribespeople were gathered around it, forming a circle at a moderate distance, their pale faces shining red from the flames. They waved at Nauja as she approached.
This is our night, she whispered to Jack, pulling him forward. We work hard during the day. At night, we dance, drink, celebrate, and sleep.
What do you celebrate? he asked, breathless.
Everything.
His gaze opened up, taking in the new faces. Two dozen people sat around the fire, all staring at him. The previous crowd he met were amongst them.
Jack wanted to say something, but held himself back. Nauja hadnt spoken yet. Nobody had, like they were all waiting for something.
The door of a hut creaked open. A man walked out, so tall that he needed to duck through the door. His chest was bare, and his head proud under a mane of red hair. His face was hard, with low cheekbones, and he wore only a skirt-like garment made of thin wood strips, like all other men of the tribe.
Human (Trial Planet), Level ??? (D-Grade)
Faction: -
Title: Direct Descendant
Father, Neuja said respectfully, inclining her head, and everyone else followed suit. They werent bowing, just expressing their respect.
Hmm, the man replied, caressing his long red beard. Jack felt deep exhaustion in that voice. He wasnt old; he looked in his forties, but he exuded the air of a man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
Jack suddenly remembered that immortals lived for centuries. This man looked forty, but he could easily be seven hundred years old.
So much time in the same corner of the world he thought, shaking his head. No wonder he looks so tired.
Father, this is Jack and Brock, Nauja introduced them again. Friends who seek our hospitality.
Delvers, her father replied, letting the word hang. A bit of tension seeped into the air. Jack had no doubt that, if this man gave the word, the tribesmen would chase them into the jungle instantly.
Yes, Nauja replied, but they know respect. This man speaks from his heart, Father. I could sense the bitterness in his words, the fire in his chest. He faces the same threat we do. He may have come from above, but he is more barbarian than delver.
Jack couldnt resist throwing her a surprised glance. They barely even knew each other. Not even an hour ago, she was cursing at him, and now she was vouching for him. Just how confident was she in her evaluation?
Mm. The chiefs hum rang heavy in Jacks ears, rocking his entire body, but he remained still. My daughter praises you. Are her words true?
They are, Jack replied as respectfully as he could, not sure how to address the man. Chief? Sir? Nauja told me you have ways to detect lies. I am perfectly willing to accept such examination, if it helps alleviate your suspicions.
A hint of amusement entered the chiefs eyes. We have no such thing, he said, but neither do we need it. The heart cannot lie.
Before Jack could respond, a heavy gaze bore deep inside him. He shook, almost stumbling. It felt like the chief was staring directly into his chest. He felt naked.
A moment later, the chief withdrew his skillbecause it had to be oneand turned to Brock. Can this young brorilla speak yet? he asked.
He
Yes. Brock cut off Jack.
The world is unfair, he said slowly. The strong oppress the weak. They will never let them rise. It is all a ruse, a false hope to keep the slaves obedient so they can rule by words and not by force.
Jack considered those words. He took his time. A few moments later, he asked, Do you mean that I am doomed?
Nothing is absolute But the balance is enforced. Change is forbidden. The faster you rise, the harder they will strike, and their power is insurmountable. To survive ascension, you must either yield and become one of them, bearing the cloak of the oppressor, or rise faster and stronger than anyone ever has, suppressing the entire world with your power alone.
The chiefs words sounded like a retelling of thoughts buried deep inside him, ones that existed at the very core of his soul. They were weary, like the chief himself, but powerful. Jack wondered what his Dao was.
He felt the truth of these words vibrate in his own heart. Defeating the planetary overseer was an almost impossible task, but then what? The Animal Kingdom wouldnt let him get away with it. They would throw B-Grades at him, and if the Galactic Alliance was corrupt, the entire galaxy might come down on his head for upsetting the balance and inspiring others to do the same.
Could he really triumph over everyone?
Strangely, the thought only raised his mood. It sounded despairingly difficult, but also simple. Straightforward. The perfect path for a fist to follow.
You are wise, chief, Jack said with a sigh.
For the first time, the chief chuckled, a deep sound that made many heads turn in surprise. Not wise. I am simply old.
How old?
Five hundred galactic years. Roughly.
Wow Im twenty-eight.
The chief smirked a bit but didnt reply. He sipped from his goblet, and Jack did the same. Just as it emptied and he was about to refill it, excusing himself in the process, the chief spoke again.
You are far from home.
Jack paused. I am.
You are brave. To achieve your goals, the only way is to conquer Trial Planet. All of it. And you will need power. Tomorrow, you and Nauja will hunt a beast near the Forbidden Cave, close to the delver camp. Fate will take its course. That is all the help I can offer.
Jack looked over in discreet confusion. Thank you, chief.
May the will of our ancestors be with you.
Jack nodded, more thoughtful than he was a moment ago, and moved to refill his goblet.
Jack. The chiefs voice came again before he could make two steps. He turned around.
Yes, chief?
A strange light played in the chiefs eyes. It was almost threatening. Do not trust the System.
***
Alcohol flowed freely, and conversation slowly gave way to bare excitement. A man and a woman drew out small bongos, beating them to a rhythm that danced with the flames. Jack found his body moving to the tune. Beside him, Brock did the same.
One by one, the tribespeople stood up and gathered around the crackling bonfire, dancing in a way Jack hadnt seen before. They shook their limbs wildly, rocking their bodies from side to side. In any club on Earth, they would be mocked. But here, Jack felt their movements strangely fitting. He grinned along, mustering the courage to dance himself.
What are you waiting for? Naujas voice came from behind him. Her hand grabbed his wrist. Come on!
She dragged him into the dance, where two dozen people were shaking themselves and having fun. Not many were young. Besides Nauja, another girl, and a blond man, everyone else was either over forty or under twelve.
Their bodies moved before the flames, casting long, dancing shadows. The music seeped into every pore of Jacks body. He moved to the tune, without thinking, only dancing. It was liberating. He hadnt cut loose in so long. Hed never been good at dancing.
Nauja danced with him, helping him feel less awkward. It was unnecessary. After everything hed been through, a little dance felt so insignificant. He couldnt be better.
A mass of rapidly writhing bodies surrounded him, shielding him in their midst. Hed lost Nauja at some point. A nearby woman danced with him for a bit, then a man whose moves reminded Jack of standing break dancing. Nauja reappeared by his side, and he grabbed her by the hand to spin her around. She laughed, holding his hand and spinning more. The mass of bodies packed tighter. Everyone came closer, a feeling of unity. The heat of fire became one with the warmth of people.
Jack found himself laughing. He realized he was drunk. He didnt care. This was nice.
And the night went on.
Chapter 138: The Night Flames DanceJack followed Nauja back as the ceiling mushrooms dimmed. Their light lessened slowly at first, then faster, until night arrived in a matter of minutes. By the time they made it back to the tribe, darkness had fallen everywhere.But not completely. Though the mushrooms had gone dark, their roots still pulsed with soft blue light. It wasnt enough to illuminate the entire ring, not even close, but it still shed a hint of light on the jungle beneath, like a moonless night on Earth.As soon as darkness fell, the sounds around Jack changed. The animals of day went to sleep, letting their nocturnal counterparts take over. Their cries were sparser now, chillier. If he was in the jungleor in the insect foresthe would be terrified.And yet, the valley of the Tri Lake felt safe. Peaceful, even. The leaves rustled in the night breeze, but their sound was calming music to his ears, not a sign of danger. Fireflies danced around the lip of the valley.It was almost mystical.Brocks excited yells drew Jacks attention back to the front. A large bonfire had been lit in the middle of the tribe, right next to the lake. Bare-chested men had dragged entire logs from the jungle and stacked them into a pyramid, then set the dry grass beneath it ablaze.Now, the crimson fingers of a pyre reached for the stony sky. The tribespeople were gathered around it, forming a circle at a moderate distance, their pale faces shining red from the flames. They waved at Nauja as she approached.This is our night, she whispered to Jack, pulling him forward. We work hard during the day. At night, we dance, drink, celebrate, and sleep.What do you celebrate? he asked, breathless.Everything.His gaze opened up, taking in the new faces. Two dozen people sat around the fire, all staring at him. The previous crowd he met were amongst them.Jack wanted to say something, but held himself back. Nauja hadnt spoken yet. Nobody had, like they were all waiting for something.The door of a hut creaked open. A man walked out, so tall that he needed to duck through the door. His chest was bare, and his head proud under a mane of red hair. His face was hard, with low cheekbones, and he wore only a skirt-like garment made of thin wood strips, like all other men of the tribe.Human Trial Planet, Level ??? D-GradeFaction: -Title: Direct DescendantFather, Neuja said respectfully, inclining her head, and everyone else followed suit. They werent bowing, just expressing their respect.Hmm, the man replied, caressing his long red beard. Jack felt deep exhaustion in that voice. He wasnt old; he looked in his forties, but he exuded the air of a man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.Jack suddenly remembered that immortals lived for centuries. This man looked forty, but he could easily be seven hundred years old.So much time in the same corner of the world he thought, shaking his head. No wonder he looks so tired.Father, this is Jack and Brock, Nauja introduced them again. Friends who seek our hospitality.Delvers, her father replied, letting the word hang. A bit of tension seeped into the air. Jack had no doubt that, if this man gave the word, the tribesmen would chase them into the jungle instantly.Yes, Nauja replied, but they know respect. This man speaks from his heart, Father. I could sense the bitterness in his words, the fire in his chest. He faces the same threat we do. He may have come from above, but he is more barbarian than delver.Jack couldnt resist throwing her a surprised glance. They barely even knew each other. Not even an hour ago, she was cursing at him, and now she was vouching for him. Just how confident was she in her evaluation?Mm. The chiefs hum rang heavy in Jacks ears, rocking his entire body, but he remained still. My daughter praises you. Are her words true?They are, Jack replied as respectfully as he could, not sure how to address the man. Chief? Sir? Nauja told me you have ways to detect lies. I am perfectly willing to accept such examination, if it helps alleviate your suspicions.A hint of amusement entered the chiefs eyes. We have no such thing, he said, but neither do we need it. The heart cannot lie.Before Jack could respond, a heavy gaze bore deep inside him. He shook, almost stumbling. It felt like the chief was staring directly into his chest. He felt naked.A moment later, the chief withdrew his skillbecause it had to be oneand turned to Brock. Can this young brorilla speak yet? he asked.HeYes. Brock cut off Jack.The world is unfair, he said slowly. The strong oppress the weak. They will never let them rise. It is all a ruse, a false hope to keep the slaves obedient so they can rule by words and not by force.Jack considered those words. He took his time. A few moments later, he asked, Do you mean that I am doomed?Nothing is absolute But the balance is enforced. Change is forbidden. The faster you rise, the harder they will strike, and their power is insurmountable. To survive ascension, you must either yield and become one of them, bearing the cloak of the oppressor, or rise faster and stronger than anyone ever has, suppressing the entire world with your power alone.The chiefs words sounded like a retelling of thoughts buried deep inside him, ones that existed at the very core of his soul. They were weary, like the chief himself, but powerful. Jack wondered what his Dao was.He felt the truth of these words vibrate in his own heart. Defeating the planetary overseer was an almost impossible task, but then what? The Animal Kingdom wouldnt let him get away with it. They would throw B-Grades at him, and if the Galactic Alliance was corrupt, the entire galaxy might come down on his head for upsetting the balance and inspiring others to do the same.Could he really triumph over everyone?Strangely, the thought only raised his mood. It sounded despairingly difficult, but also simple. Straightforward. The perfect path for a fist to follow.You are wise, chief, Jack said with a sigh.For the first time, the chief chuckled, a deep sound that made many heads turn in surprise. Not wise. I am simply old.How old?Five hundred galactic years. Roughly.Wow Im twenty-eight.The chief smirked a bit but didnt reply. He sipped from his goblet, and Jack did the same. Just as it emptied and he was about to refill it, excusing himself in the process, the chief spoke again.You are far from home.Jack paused. I am.You are brave. To achieve your goals, the only way is to conquer Trial Planet. All of it. And you will need power. Tomorrow, you and Nauja will hunt a beast near the Forbidden Cave, close to the delver camp. Fate will take its course. That is all the help I can offer.Jack looked over in discreet confusion. Thank you, chief.May the will of our ancestors be with you.Jack nodded, more thoughtful than he was a moment ago, and moved to refill his goblet.Jack. The chiefs voice came again before he could make two steps. He turned around.Yes, chief?A strange light played in the chiefs eyes. It was almost threatening. Do not trust the System.***Alcohol flowed freely, and conversation slowly gave way to bare excitement. A man and a woman drew out small bongos, beating them to a rhythm that danced with the flames. Jack found his body moving to the tune. Beside him, Brock did the same.One by one, the tribespeople stood up and gathered around the crackling bonfire, dancing in a way Jack hadnt seen before. They shook their limbs wildly, rocking their bodies from side to side. In any club on Earth, they would be mocked. But here, Jack felt their movements strangely fitting. He grinned along, mustering the courage to dance himself.What are you waiting for? Naujas voice came from behind him. Her hand grabbed his wrist. Come on!She dragged him into the dance, where two dozen people were shaking themselves and having fun. Not many were young. Besides Nauja, another girl, and a blond man, everyone else was either over forty or under twelve.Their bodies moved before the flames, casting long, dancing shadows. The music seeped into every pore of Jacks body. He moved to the tune, without thinking, only dancing. It was liberating. He hadnt cut loose in so long. Hed never been good at dancing.Nauja danced with him, helping him feel less awkward. It was unnecessary. After everything hed been through, a little dance felt so insignificant. He couldnt be better.A mass of rapidly writhing bodies surrounded him, shielding him in their midst. Hed lost Nauja at some point. A nearby woman danced with him for a bit, then a man whose moves reminded Jack of standing break dancing. Nauja reappeared by his side, and he grabbed her by the hand to spin her around. She laughed, holding his hand and spinning more. The mass of bodies packed tighter. Everyone came closer, a feeling of unity. The heat of fire became one with the warmth of people.Jack found himself laughing. He realized he was drunk. He didnt care. This was nice.And the night went on.
