Chapter 505 - Mighty Man or Liar? (1/2)

Chapter 505: Mighty Man or Liar?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

One-eyed Giant Gorge

The One-eyed Giant that brought Link back didn’t know what had happened. Seeing the one-eyed king yell while kneeling before him, he waved his hands immediately.

“King, king, I’m not god’s messenger. I’m Auka. Don’t you recognize me?”

The one-eyed king lost his temper. He grabbed a three-foot-wide rock and hurled it at the giant Auka. “You idiot,” he exclaimed. “The god’s messenger is above your head!”

Auka’s head started bleeding from the hit. He clutched his head and scurried away.

Link flew down and hovered around 100 feet from the one-eyed king. “Why do you call me god’s messenger?” he asked curiously.

Seeing that Link could fly without wings, the one-eyed king grew even more reverent. He prostrated himself on the ground and looked up. “God once gave an oracle,” he said respectfully. “If someone who looks exactly like him appears one day, he’ll be the messenger that was sent to save us sinners.”

“God? Oracle?” Link was even more confused. Did the God of Light do this? It didn’t seem right though. If it was the God of Light, the game system would notify him. It wouldn’t be so quiet like now.

Of course, the system might not have felt the need to notify him. But was there a need to be so mysterious about this?

The one-eyed king nodded furiously. “Yes, an oracle. We pass it down every generation. It won’t be wrong. Not only do you look exactly the same as in the oracle, but you also appeared at the same time too.”

This explanation shocked Link. The detail about his appearance raised some alarms in his mind.

Since the oracle said that the god’s messenger would appear at this time, then he was sure that he wasn’t it. The true messenger would very possibly arrive soon.

Gods couldn’t just come to the mortal world, but if the god’s messenger wanted to win over these mortals, they had to be at least at the Legendary level. If they were unfriendly, it would be problematic.

Thinking of this, Link said, “Since he’s a god, you must have a statue. Let me see it.”

“Yes, Messenger.” The one-eyed king stood up and walked deep into the gorge. Link hovered in the air and followed 100 feet behind him.

Along the way, many One-eyed Giants looked at him curiously. Perhaps because they feared the lord, they watched from afar without getting close.

The gorge was huge. It was at least six miles long and almost 2000 feet wide. Going down the path, Link discovered that there were many giants here of all gender and age. They were all naked too. Of the 600 or so giants, there were at least 200 in their prime.

Seeing Link study his people, the one-eyed king said in disdain, “Messenger, those guys are all brainless idiots. They don’t even deserve to be mentioned.”

Link didn’t think so though. They were all strong Warriors above Level-8. The one-eyed king was at the pinnacle of Level-9. Other than the king who was smart and difficult to fool, the others seemed easily satisfied. If they were given nice food and clothes that only the leader wore, they would probably work for Link.

Such powerful strength and large bodies would become machines of terror on the battlefield. Of course, Link didn’t know if that would work before he understood the situation of the island.

Around ten minutes later, Link followed the one-eyed king to the end of the gorge. It was empty here, without a single giant. The terrain was flat too. A white 250-foot-tall statue stood in the center.

The statue looked exactly like a human. Studying it, Link’s features did look somewhat like it, but just a little. Actually, Link had a really plain face, so he looked similar to almost every human.

To a human, he would look very different from the statue. To a foreign race, there was no difference. (It was hard for anyone to distinguish faces of another race. For example, two dogs might look the same to you.) It was normal to get the wrong person.

Thud. The one-eyed king was already on the ground. “This is the mighty Thoreau,” he said. “He has always been protecting our island from being invaded by evil, but evil has never left. He is patrolling outside the island, waiting for a chance to come devour our souls. Thus, the mighty Thoreau left the oracle that 1000 years later, his messenger would return and help us defeat the evil once and for all.”

With that, he turned to Link. His yellow eye was filled with fervor. “Now you really are here. We can finally be free of the evil threat.”

Link was totally confused. He’d never heard of the mighty Thoreau before—not in the books he’d read or in the game… Wait, something flashed past his mind. It was a memory about the game.

It was really fleeting. Link had probably glanced at the information before but didn’t read it carefully.

He fell silent and worked on getting rid of distracting thoughts. He wanted to reconstruct that wisp of smoke-like memory. It was useless. He only had a vague impression. The memory remained in a nameless corner, deep in his mind. The more he tried to remember, the less he could.