I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village

Chapter 11, Starting Today, I Become a Shaman

Translator: Silavin

Su Bai was now in a comatose state, unable to move or speak, unable to perceive any sounds from the outside. Countless profound Shaman Scriptures flashed through his mind.

He was working hard to absorb the Shaman Scriptures. From the moment he finished comprehending the first Scripture, the speed at which he recognized new Scriptures would increase slightly. It would keep getting faster and faster. In the end, he could understand the meaning of a Scripture in just three seconds.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Su Bai finished absorbing all the Shaman Scriptures and arrived in a voided space. He knew this was the Knowledge Sea. Out inside this voided space, there was only one thing there, which was the familiar fiery red flame. Within it was a figure that seemed like a Snake but not quite a Snake, like a Dragon but not quite a Dragon, floating in the flame.

“So this is the secret of the Totem.” Su Bai understood now, finally realizing why the Shaman was so important.

The Totem could be considered as a type of Shaman Rune, evolved from Shaman Scriptures. And the Scriptures he had inherited were its roots. In computer terms: the source code.

Only after inheriting them could one understand the meaning represented by each Scripture. This was the highest level of confidentiality between two parties.

Su Bai slowly opened his eyes, feeling like the whole world was different. His original nearsightedness that made objects afar look blurry was now completely gone, and he could even clearly see the spots on objects a distance away.

He wanted to know how he had changed. Asking the System was the quickest way to get an answer.

[System, open the Attribute Panel.]

[Attribute Panel]
Host: Su Bai

Stamina: 2.1 (Ordinary Person 1)

Strength: 2.2 (Ordinary Person 1)

Speed: 2.1 (Ordinary Person 1)

Mental Energy: 12 (Ordinary Person 1)

Shaman Powers: 12 (12/100)

Totem: Flame Dragon

Profession: Junior Shaman, Author

Skill: Heal (0/100)

Description: You have escaped the sub-healthy state of an ordinary person and become a Shaman with extraordinary power. Please remember your original aspiration.

“Such a big change, no wonder it feels different.” Su Bai looked at the Attribute Panel with joy.

His Stamina, Strength and Speed had all more than doubled compared to before. Especially Mental Energy, which had increased tenfold.

[System, is the source of Shaman Power related to Mental Energy?] Su Bai asked in his mind.

The System quickly gave an answer.

[So that’s how it is.] Su Bai understood. Shaman Techniques used Shaman Powers, while Skills used Mental Energy.

He had fainted that night, and it was now the morning of the next day. In other words, he could check in again.

[System, check in and claim the Assistance Package.] Su Bai said in his mind.

[Open it.]

“Oh?” Su Bai immediately sat up and looked at the blue-covered book that appeared out of thin air in his hand. The cover had a few traditional Chinese characters, ‘Linen Weaving Techniques’.

He flipped open the book and immediately commented, “This book looks to be quite ancient, but it’s written in modern Simplified Chinese.”

“Still, this book had just arrived on time. The people of this Tribe will have clothes to wear now.” As Su Bai flipped through the book, he discovered the Techniques were all ancient techniques, not needed modern technology. In short, a guide to completely handmade linen weaving.

In the Tribe, only a small number of people had animal hide clothing. Even the Totem Warriors only had animal hides wrapped around their lower bodies, while the women received a bit of animal hide to cover their upper bodies. They had to use dried grass to weave skirts for their lower body. As for the children, many were naked.

Only those like Yan Hua, a future Totem Warrior, would receive a full set of animal hide clothing. Of course, Yan Jiao’s status in the Tribe likely played a factor.

However, Su Bai felt most of the Tribe’s animal hides were probably used to make tents, resulting in a lack of clothing for the people. After all, a place to live was more important.

“Successor, are you awake?” Suddenly a shout came from outside the tent.

“I’m awake.” Su Bai hurriedly rolled up the book and stuffed it into his pocket.

The door flap was lifted open and Yan Jiao and Cang Shi stepped in.

“How is the Shaman?” Su Bai quickly asked.

Yan Jiao bit his lip and shook his head, saying, “He was tired, so the Ancestors took him away.”

“…” Su Bai opened his mouth but found that he couldn’t say anything. No amount of words would be enough.

“Successor, you are now the Shaman. The Tribe needs your guidance.” Yan Jiao said solemnly.

“I understand.” Su Bai replied in a heavy tone.

“Shaman, go to the Main Teepee. It has already been tidied up.” Yan Jiao said, stepping aside.

“Alright.” Su Bai did not refuse. The Tribe needed their leader in the Main Teepee to steady the people’s hearts.

He got up and stepped out of the tent, with Yan Jiao and Cang Shi following behind him on the left and right, as if supporting him.

Outside the tent, Su Bai saw many gazes cast his way, staring intently at his every move. They only disappeared after he entered the Main Teepee. Only when he entered did some of the anxious emotions of many soothed.

Inside the Main Teepee, Su Bai scanned his surroundings. The layout was the same as before he came. Only the dry grass pile in the corner had been replaced with a new one, along with a new animal hide bed.

“Shaman, we did not dare move anything here. Everything is for you to decide.” Yan Jiao said in a deep voice.

“No need to move anything. Many things here are treasures. I will slowly take them in.” Su Bai shook his head. He could not be too hasty in clearing out the old man’s belongings or it would cause resentment among the people.

“Shaman, what should we do next?” Yan Jiao asked, his attitude not as stiff after hearing that.

“What about the Shaman’s funeral?” Su Bai asked in return.

“We cremated him according to his wishes.” Yan Jiao took out a white object the size of a thumb from his bosom and handed it over, saying, “This is the only thing left after the cremation.”

“A Sarira?” Su Bai’s eyes widened. He raised his hand to take the relic, which felt a bit warm to the touch.