Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 119 The Legend of the Giant Serpent Creating the World
“A long, long time ago, long before time itself was even born.”

"In that thick black water, in the primordial sea of ​​Núnn, everything that had not yet taken shape surged."

"At that time, there was no sky, no earth, no sun or moon, and no things."

"Only the serpent god lurks in the primordial sea, writhing in the abyss."

“Until the serpent god raised his head, the darkness was broken, and from then on there was sun and moon, day and night.”

"And so time was born."

"The newborn human race also appeared in Him. When the first ray of light shone in this world, the human race also had its initial form."

"When the serpent god saw the appearance of humans, he thought it was a good thing, so the humans received the serpent god's knowledge and agreed to manage all things in the world for the serpent god..."

……

As the aged voice continued to chant, the young children listened with great interest, hearing these ancient legends and the unimaginable grand scenes.

However, just as he was saying this, a young man raised his question.

"Grandpa Bhutto, why are the things you're saying different from what other people outside are saying?"

"Those people outside? Are they the caravan that recently arrived in the tribe?"

Upon hearing the young man's question, the old man who was speaking immediately stopped.

What did they tell you?

"They say that the Eagle God is the ancient god who created everything..."

The young people who were asked began to tell their stories all at once.

In the stories these young people heard, there was indeed a serpent god, but the serpent god was the evil one—in the primordial sea, the evil serpent god coiled its body, trapped the eagle god in its belly, and used its venom to create seven kinds of monsters, preparing to completely devour the eagle god.

But the Eagle God created the Sun Ark inside the Serpent God's belly, forging twelve flaming oars with his own light, each oar carrying a light that dispelled darkness.

Just as the serpent god's venom was about to engulf the sunship, the eagle god removed a feather from his heart, a feather capable of weighing all the sins of the world, forcing the serpent god to retreat.

"After that, the Eagle God would pilot the Sun Boat across the sky every day, which is daytime, while the Serpent God became the shadow of the underworld, which is nighttime."

"That's pretty much what outsiders are saying."

The young people took turns talking and shared everything they knew.

Clearly, the latter sounds more real than what the old man named Bhutto told; the cycle of day and night, the struggle between the eagle and the snake, all sound just like the real thing.

However, it only sounds like the truth.

"Don't believe what those outsiders say! Those who worship eagles are traitors!"

The old man named Bhutto clenched his teeth, his face filled with anger.

"They betrayed the serpent god who created the world! They will pay the price! When the serpent god awakens, the river will flow backward, the stars will fall, all rebellion will be punished, and they will be tormented forever in the River Styx!"

This near-roaring roar naturally scared away the young people, who had come to hear stories, not to be scolded—compared to the clan elder, the merchants from afar were much easier to talk to.

Especially the legends and miracles about the Eagle God, the secrets about the gods, and the giant towers and great cities standing in the distance... these rich and colorful things from afar made them so fascinated.

This caused the old man named Buto to sigh deeply. Although he had tried his best to pass on those ancient myths, it was clear that the young people were not buying it—after all, no matter how many generations of ancient myths were passed down, they were still just myths.

Myth is just myth.

Without miracles as their foundation, so-called myths are nothing but empty words.

Whenever he thought about this, old Bhutto was very puzzled. Of course, he did not want to question the primordial serpent, but he just couldn't understand why the primordial serpent would fall into a long slumber that could be called eternal after it had done everything.

Those who worship the Creation Serpent are unable to perform unimaginable miracles like the followers of other gods; it seems the great Creation Serpent left nothing for its followers.

Just like now, even though Bhutto knew that those outsiders were worshipping false gods, he could only watch as the young people of his tribe were lured away by the followers of these false gods.

This is because even believers in false gods can perform so-called miracles.

But this believer in the true God could do nothing.

"Is this the test you've given the people?"

Thinking of this, old Bhutto couldn't help but look at the distant river.

In fact, the serpent god did leave something behind for people. The great river in front of us is one example. The river not only brought clean water, but also made the land along its banks incredibly fertile, where wheat and flax can be harvested in abundance every year.

Therefore, the serpent god is often regarded as the guardian of harvest and granary.

But apart from that, the serpent god left nothing for his followers. There were no divine gifts or divine graces. They could only watch helplessly as the followers of those false gods repeatedly performed those so-called miracles and gathered wave after wave of believers.

Faced with this world where false gods run rampant, those who still hold fast to the belief in the snake god can only watch helplessly as more and more young people go to worship those false gods.

They could only comfort themselves again and again, telling themselves that as long as the serpent god awoke from his eternal slumber, all false gods would be purged and everything would be alright.

But here lies the problem.

It has already been in eternal slumber, so when will this great serpent god finally awaken?
"Perhaps it will happen in the next moment, or perhaps I will never wake up."

Thinking of this, even the elderly Bhutto, who had always upheld his faith, felt somewhat disheartened for a moment.

"Can our cobra goddess Vajit really wake up?"

Yes, goddess.

The cobra goddess Vajit is a deity worshipped in the Buto region since ancient times, symbolizing the protection of harvests and granaries. In Buto, she is regarded as the creator goddess.

As for the offerings to the Cobra Goddess, they were grains and milk, which symbolized gratitude for the harvest and were also proof of faith.

However, this time the offering went awry. After Bhutto poured the offerings into the river, the once calm surface of the river suddenly became turbulent!

"The Serpent God! It's the Serpent God Vajit manifesting himself!"

Seeing that the raging flood was about to sweep him away, old Bhutto chanted the name of the Cobra God as he turned and ran.

But this escape directly prevented Bhutto from seeing that the one who caused this great flood was the newly awakened snake god, who was not the cobra goddess he worshipped at all.

Rather, it was a much larger and more ancient serpent that had also just awakened from its slumber.

(End of this chapter)