Was Newbie some kind of god?
If Owen tried to pin that question down with certainty, then frankly, no particular answer came to mind.
Still, he knew that it was something requiring a cautious approach.
After all, venerating and worshipping an ordinary human as a god was unquestionably an act of apostasy.
Even Owen, who habitually neglected his scripture reading, possessed that much common sense.
However, Owen had always tended to perceive the distance between gods and humans—or between spirits and humans—as unusually small.
That was because, after steadily interacting with the Barsha tribes for so long, he had already grown accustomed to the folk beliefs passed down through each tribe.
—Owen. On days when rain drizzles down like this, you should refrain from crossing the plains alone. Don’t you know? There’s a legend about a warrior who went out hunting alone in the rain and eventually became an evil god ruling over Nurumachi. The Majuri tribe still holds a rite every year to appease her anger.
—Then should I only visit you on sunny days from now on?
—Good grief, Owen. I suppose you don’t know that legend either. One day, when the sun was blazing brightly, a young man went alone to bathe in the swamp and became an evil spirit……
—Hey, Chikudanka. You aren’t politely trying to tell me not to visit anymore, are you?
On top of that, Owen traveled back and forth across Quartz dimensions and associated with all sorts of unusual friends.
Friends like those generally had at least one or two extraordinary traits that set them apart from ordinary people.
For example, there was Gurup-ppyareop-gurup Bippyareopreup, who was presumably another…