Rioneed: VRMMORPG

Chapter 131

Ibro thought a little about his options. He used the Hilonarian language before to write runes. He also knew some languages from his homeworld, Earth. He tended to use his home languages more so he asked:

"Any language will be suitable here?"

"Sure, the more unique and rare the language is, the stronger the inscription's effect will be. These inscriptions will define the future of our village so they should be very unique."

Ibro smiled and then said with confidence:

"I decide then to use the hieroglyphic language."

"What is this language, my lord?"

"This is an old historical forgotten language of my hometown. I will use it to write these inscriptions."

Hoden suddenly discovered an important fact. He knew his lord came from worlds outside the game civilization worlds, but he didn't ask him before about the world he came from.

He felt big anticipation to see a glimpse of his lord's original civilization. Ibro remembered Dronil. This lazy tech had gone missing for a long period of time.

'Dronil, have you finished your long upgrade?"

'Not yet. Be more patient Ibro. My next upgrade will be of great help to you.'

Ibro sighed as he was depressed from Dronil's response. That lazy tech had taken a long time already for this upgrade. He really needed his assistance in the upcoming war.

'Can you finish this upgrade soon? I have a big war ahead of me and I need your help.'

'I'm sorry Ibro. Once I start my upgrade I can't control it.'

'Then tell me when will you be able to finish it?'

'Approximately from 2 days to 5.'

'That's a long time Dronil.'

'I told you already, I can't control my upgrade. The game is trying to push me to the limits. Be patient and do your best in your upcoming war. Try to be alive when I finish my upgrade.'

Ibro felt frustrated but he didn't have any means to change this situation. He hoped he could use Dronil's help. It's god-like scout ability plus its upgradeability were really helpful.

In this war, they would play a huge role but now he was deprived of both of them. He tried to forget that loss by thinking of any card he forgot to use yet. He recalled that he had a chance before to draw a weapon for himself.

He had a white trash grade weapon with no stats at all. He really needed such a weapon in his upcoming battle. He decided to draw that weapon after he finished the ceremony and start the village upgrade.

"Let's go to the pyramid now to start the ceremony."

"We will follow your lead, my lord."

Ibro led the way moving outside the manor. He noticed that Mamor was talking in secret with his two guards. He didn't care as he knew what he was telling him to do.

He moved across the street. In front of the manor was a wide street that led to a wider square. This village was starting to take the civilized shape of villages and towns of the system.

The pyramid stood proudly in the middle of this square. A huge crowd of people gathered around this place and filled all the branching streets. Ibro's appearance caught the attention of everyone.

Although he saved all of them from their captives, not many of them got the chance to see him before. They all looked at him with curiosity.

They felt surprised when they noticed his young age. This young man was their mighty lord and their savior. Ibro felt the tension in the air increasing rapidly.

He kept his steps steady towards that huge pyramid. He found Mony was standing with Megedy. Megedy greeted him with a very loud voice:

"We salute you, my lord."

He knelt down. Mony knelt down. Hoden and all the generals and strategists behind him knelt down. all the villagers in the streets knelt down. all the villagers in the village knelt down.

all the soldiers in their posts in or outside the village knelt down. the whole world seemed to kneel down to Ibro. He looked around him.

He saw the faces of young boys and girls, middle-aged men and women, old villagers of both sexes, his generals, his strategists, and his soldiers. This was his village.

Those were his villagers and their protecting soldiers. Ibro felt deep heat inside himself. He wasn't thriving for his own future anymore.

From this moment on he was fighting for all those people's futures. He didn't feel worry but he felt responsibility. That kind of responsibility any father would feel towards his children. He said in a high voice:

"Raise your heads, in my village you aren't allowed to bow to me. in my village, you are not allowed to bow to anyone. Everyone else should bow their heads to you.

Let's make this moment a day we will never forget. Let this day mark the birth of our mighty nation. Together we thrive in the future. Together we strive for glory."

"For glory for glory for glory"

Loud cheers started like a mighty wave that was birthed from this tiny square and spread like fire towards the whole village then to the whole island.

This village had announced its birth cry to the whole world. Amidst all of this Ibro took his first step towards the pyramid.

Mony and Megedy cleared the way for him while Hoden moved to be on the side of him. Behind Hoden there were some old-looking men wearing strange outfits. Hoden then said:

"Dress our lord the ceremony robe."

A group of young ladies appeared from the crowd holding with deep respect and veneration a luxurious robe.

Mony then took the robe from them and put it on Ibro's shoulders. Its long sleeves were moving with the wind. Ibro looked at these moves and kept his smile hidden.

That Hoden took this ceremony to the letter. Hoden then took a long thick brush that was made of a glistering deep purple bone with a long thin hairy end and gave it to Ibro. Ibro took the brush and felt how heavy it was.

It was heavier than what he guessed. Hoden then took from a tray held by some girls a big cup made from monster's thick deep white bones that were filled with deep orange ink.

Ibro looked at this ink and felt strange. His own vision about ink was always black in color. He didn't expect it to be orange like this. Hoden then said with the loud continuous cheers around them:

"The hour has come my lord for the ceremony to begin. Each time we upgrade the village we will hold such a ceremony at the same hour of the day. This will be our civilization's auspicious hour."

Ibro looked deeply at this middle-aged man. He really took this ceremony very seriously. It seemed this ceremony held deeper meaning than had expected. Ibro then asked:

"Tell me, in what order should I write the inscriptions? Is there a definite way to write them on the pyramid blocks?"

"You, my lord, can write them in the way you feel best and in the order, you feel appropriate. Just trust your own guts and do what your heart tells you to do."

Ibro then looked at the pyramid. This pyramid was nearly 20 meters high with an almost smooth surface. It had a small protrusion that couldn't be seen easily even from this space.

That pyramid had different colors. It was like drops of different colors fell together in a small pot of water. Ibro took the orange ink bottle from Hoden and started to move towards the pyramid.

Once he reached it he felt he shouldn't start from the bottom to top. He moved in steady steps towards the top of this pyramid. Once he reached there, he closed his eyes and tried to feel what he should do next.

He moved his hand holding the brush and immersed it without any awareness in the ink bottle. He started to draw hieroglyphic symbols one after the other.

Ibro was immersed in his own world as he was surrounded by halos of different colors. Each color represented a certain supreme power.

He was immersed so deep that he couldn't even hear that loud cheering that kept escalating from the moment he set his brush over the pyramid surface.

He kept himself in this state from the top of the pyramid to the bottom. Once he reached the end of the pyramid he felt a force had slapped him on the shoulder.

He opened his eyes and saw there was really a slight shining emerging from his left shoulder. He raised his clothes and saw that on his skin there was a strange symbol. When he looked closely he discovered it wasn't a single symbol but a group of five symbols.

They were so small and entangled together in a unique way. He looked up towards the surface of the pyramid. On the pyramid surface were many symbols that looked exactly like the symbol on his shoulder.

These five symbols each represented one type of supreme energy. Ibro didn't feel any contradiction between the five of them, on the contrary, he felt the synergy between them.

He touched the surface of the pyramid with his hand feeling these five symbols. There were small grooves made from his brush. He felt surprised when he sensed these grooves.

Suddenly, he felt immense pain like his soul was about to come out from his body. A strange glowing red blood droplet emerged from his left shoulder and flew towards the pyramid.

It sank into the depth of the pyramid-like it was responding to a curtain call. Ibro then felt a tremble that overwhelmed his whole body. He looked towards the pyramid. There was a certain connection between him and this pyramid. He felt like he could feel this pyramid and vice versa.