Talent Absorption From the Age of 0

The chieftain of Wachala, Zahara, shouted.

“Everyone, don’t believe what Ombaku says. Ombaku is to frame Wasalla without evidence. If Cha Challa wasn't the real son of King Ha Challa, how could he have [aluminium] transformation ability 1st degree?”

People's eyes began to lean toward Zahara again.

Ombaku felt like a thorn in Zahara's eyes.

‘Cha Chala has taken good care of one of his subordinates. Since his father's day, he has been serving Challa with sincerity. Before Cha Chala died, he must have told Zahara to take good care of her and Chala, didn't she?

You don’t even have two lives, but when you see them run wild like that?’

Ombaku snorted.

“As Zahara said, no one knows if Tsachala is her son or not. But our great gods will know. Shouldn't he just ask God?

Instead, if I'm wrong, I'll give up the position of chieftain. Zahara, what will you offer if you are wrong?”

Wasalla realized that Ombaku's horse was the bait.

‘That’s to excite Zahara and make her do what she wants. Sleep, never be swayed.’

Wasalla answered.

“Why do you have to go to Zaharia the seven days with me? Do not touch Zahariah.”

Ombaku was stunned.

‘Are you trying to protect your subordinates as a five-year-old king too? After all, he's Cha'challa's son, Wachala. But today I will win. Cha'challa will weep in the sky.'

Ombaku continued speaking with a relaxed expression.

“I do not suggest. If I am right, Zahara will be banished from the [Watatta] kingdom forever. And the chieftain of [Watatta] must also be re-elected. If Tsachala is not the son of King Hachala, then Wachala is also not Hachala's grandson. What do the other chieftains think?”

[Wahaha] Chief Kiwara said with magic.

“[Watatta] has kept the principle of firstborn inheritance. If Tsachala was not the son of King Hachala, then of course Chief Ombaku, another son of King Hachala, should be the king, right?”

Chief Hamish of [Warara] also agreed.

"sure. The principle of firstborn inheritance must be observed. Let’s call the shaman right now.”

Ombaku smiled contentedly.

“Call the country’s shaman, Nima.”

Wasalla was watching the situation with a trembling heart.

'Why didn't my father tell me that? What if Ha Chala isn't my grandfather? My people, did they not have my place?’

Wasalla was confused.

Nima got down on his knees and said hello.

“Did you call me, King Wachallah of the holy [watata]?”

“A lot of things to check at the chieftain’s meeting are calling you.”

Ombaku intercepted Wasalla's words.

“We suspect that the deceased King Tsachala is not the son of King Hachala. But no one knows for sure. So we want to ask God about that. To our great Halashin.”

"all right."Nima nodded and sprinkled gold dust.

Nima is a shaman of [Watatta] that has been passed down from generation to generation. [Nima] believed that only the body changed through reincarnation, but the soul did not change. Twenty-something Nima is now 18 years old, but the combined age of all his reincarnations was 1105.

The golden powder found its place and formed a star shape.

Nima performed a summoning ceremony.

“Halashin. Today, we would like to summon the soul of the previous king, Hashalla, to decide important matters in the [Watatta] kingdom. If God permits, please call King Hashalla here.”

Hachala appeared faintly above the star sign.

“Wow.”

“Hachala.”

“After all, Halashin is great.”

“Nima is great.”

People were agitated when they saw Hashalla.

Nima asked Hashalla.

“Are you Hachala, the 18th king of [Watatta]?”

"Yes."

“Then is your son Chachala?”

"Yes."

Ombaku noticed that Nima's question wasn't elaborate.

“Nima. The question is wrong. you have to ask exactly Ask if it's your son."

Nima's eyes trembled.

Nima remembered the words of Ha Challa before he died as a memory of his previous life.

[Please take care of Chachala. That kid is a good kid. Although Ombaku is my son, the [Watatta] kingdom must not fall into Ombaku's hands. Ombaku is so greedy that not only the [Watatta] kingdom but also the neighboring countries will be engulfed in war.]

But Nima couldn't ignore Ombaku's words.

It was because Ombaku, who came to visit a few days ago, threatened Nima.

[Neima, you didn't say anything even though you knew Cha Challa wasn't his father's real son. But you won't be able to stop me anymore. If you stop me, I will kill your brother.]

Ombaku was aiming at Nima's brother Pama's neck.

His outstanding warrior, Ombaku Ramen, was more than enough to kill Pama.

As a shaman of the country, Nima had divine powers and was able to protect her body, but Perm was different. Young Perm was only seven years old now.

[Sister, Kek Kek Kek Kek]

Young Perm was choked by Ombaku and clenched.

Nima was so heartbroken. [Wata Ta] The safety of the kingdom was also important, but he could not lose his young Perm.

[Okay, let’s take the perm off.]

Ombaku let go of his perm with a mean smile.

He came up to Nama and smiled badly.

Nama said.

[I can't lie. Ombaku. I don't know what you're up to, but your ancestors are watching you. If you receive their anger, you too will not be able to live up to their commandments.]

[I'm not afraid of that. The only thing I fear is weakness, losing, and not being able to become a king.]

[You are the slave of desire. you have no love King Wasalla was right.]

[love? Is it that important? [Watatta] could have gotten stronger. Unbelievable love Taryeong made [Watatta] weak. Even though we have the strongest material [aluminium] on Earth, we cannot become the number one country in the world. why? Why?]

[[Aluminium] is not just for the [Watatta] tribe. Our ancestors wanted us to live by practicing love. The principle of the universe is love.]

[Stop using such nonsense. I will make [Watatta] the strongest country on the planet.]

Nima bit her molars, thinking about the perm.

I'm angry now, but I couldn't ignore Ombaku's words.

Nima asked Hashalla again.

“Great King Hachala, is she the son you bore?”

King Hashalla did not answer because he was embarrassed.

“I’m leaving.”

Hashalla's soul was about to disappear.

'sorry. Hachala.’

Nima had no choice but to catch Hachala.

Ha Challa's soul did not disappear, and he was again dragged out in front of the people.

Ha Challa opened his mouth.

“Cha Challa was an abandoned infant during the war. When I was 25, [Watatta] attacked the [Abipa] tribe. [Abipa] The king of the tribe, Bambamba and his wife died fighting to protect the country to the end. And when they found their bodies, on her back was Tsachala crying in a hoarse voice.

I couldn't even kill or abandon Cha'Challa. Because I killed his parents and messed up a happy childhood. I've lived my whole life with the heart of atonement for Tsacharla. It was for [Watatta], but that didn't make my sins go away.

Chachala grew up brilliantly. When he was three, he already used [aluminium] to transform his nipples. When he turned five he was able to transform into a puppy. Even though Cha Challa was not my son, none of the [Wata Ta] tribe could match him in his ability to transform. Besides, Cha Chala had a warm heart. He knew how to sacrifice himself for others and was always fair to those of lower rank than himself. As the king of a country, and not as Cha'challa's parents, I did not know anyone more worthy to be king than Cha'challa."

"stop."

Ombaku shouted.

“I am right. I don't need to listen to Hashalla anymore. Nima, make Hashalla disappear.”

Nima decided to take some time so it wouldn't show.

‘I’m sorry, Hachala. Even if it wasn't for the perm. I'm so sorry. This is the best I can do for you.’

Hachala said as she slowly disappeared.

“Everyone, please think carefully. How old is the eldest son inheritance? We must choose a king by ability, not blood. And in that ability, you must have respect and love for others. Ombaku is my son, but he didn't have that ability. No ombaku.”

An angry Ombaku strangled Nima.

“Make that old man disappear quickly.”

Nima enveloped her body with his divine power. Ombaku's hand bounced off.

“I kept my promise.”

Hashalla disappeared.

“Cunning bitch.”

Ombaku cursed at Nima.“Oh my God, you curse at Nima.”

“No one can curse at Nima.”

people were buzzing

Ombaku exclaimed.

“As promised, exile Zahara and take Wachala from the throne.”

Ombaku's men captured Zahara.

The crown was lowered from Wasalla's head.

“Wachala-sama.”

Zahara looked at Wasalla with tears in her eyes as she was captured.

‘I swore to King Cha Challa to protect you, but he failed to keep his promise. Our good King Wachala, who is only five years old, how can you endure the tyranny of your harsh uncle? Although it is not sad that I am leaving this country.

It breaks my heart to think that the king will grieve alone.’

Wasalla looked at Zahara and wept.

'Sorry. sleep You tried to protect me, but I couldn't protect you. This is all because of my weakness. Although I have no choice but to let you go now, I will definitely regain my strength, drive out my uncle, and take back the kingdom of [Watatta]. And now I will restore the honor of my father, King Tsachala, who has fallen to the ground.’

Zahara was dragged away by Ombaku's men.

Until the very end, Zahara did not lose his dignity.

"Everyone. Think of what King Hashalla said. King Tsachala was the most outstanding of the kings of [Watatta]. That's what all of you will remember. King Cha Challa always greeted his attendants with warm regards and brought gifts. The [Watatta] kingdom, ruled by King Tsachala, was a peaceful and beautiful place. It recorded an astonishing 10% economic growth rate, and the people lived well without worrying about houses, jobs, or war.

Just because King Tsachala was not the son of King Hachala does not mean that all these achievements are lost.”

People looked at Zahara with dark expressions.

[Wachchacha] Chief Jabari thought.

‘Zahara is right. Just because King Cha'challa wasn't King Wachala's real son doesn't mean all his achievements are lost. But the current ombaku is so scary. If you do, you might even get kicked out.’

Kiwara, the chieftain of [Wahhaha], also thought about it.

'The power of Ombaku is strong. If Wachala is a setting sun, Ombaku must rise. Our [wahaha] tribe makes a living by selling their talents. They don't have resources like [Aluminium], nor are they as brave as the [Wapapa] tribe. Our tribe can only live well when they are unconditionally attached to a strong tribe. As a matter of fact, it would be impossible for a five-year-old Wasalla to go through such an ordeal, but it can't be helped. For the sake of the tribe, I must continue to side with Ombaku.’

He proudly said Om Baku.

“Wachala is no longer a royal descendant. Put Wasalla in the dungeon.”

Ombaku's men bound the young Wasalla's arms and dragged him to the dungeon.

People watched the young Wasala tied up.

‘Ombaku has neither blood nor tears. That little girl.’

‘Poor Wasalla. Even if he's not a royal, he doesn't need to be put in prison. That is unfair. Ombaku.’

‘Will Wachala survive in that cold place?’

But no one was able to stop Ombaku out loud.

Wasala fell into a dungeon.

Inside the cold prison where the sun does not shine, Wachala closed his eyes, afraid of the darkness.

“Daddy, I’m sorry to see you. I am so scared here.”

Then at the end of the prison a mouse squeaked and approached Wasalla.

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