Chapter 160

In some more distant land, there exists a myth about Deity who were forced to leave and who loved the existence of humankind.

It's like a kingdom that, after the departure of a god who loved peace among humankind, lived its entire life in the glory of the leopard.

And in all of this, the Sun is always Supreme Being, shining upon all things as if it were Protection.

That's why Geronimo's eyes welled up with tears at that moment.

Because he realized that his understanding of Sun 'Sun' was different from theirs.

The Sun is the Guardian God of their people.

However, this is something that people who were enslaved from childhood and educated by the Spaniards would not understand.

Whether it was the knowledge of their people's great reverence for the Sun or the experience of being treated as human beings, it was all too foreign to them.

The only thing I remember is the life of being treated like a beast in the cramped gold mines and the hardships, and the high and mighty beings who created this environment, called Spain.

The only thing Geronimo and the others could share was their inevitable, long-forgotten fate—a Fate that was etched into their very being long ago.

Even if you look up at the sky countless times, at the vast, unchanging blue sky and the Sun that shines brightly forever, you cannot change this cruel reality.

Then, six years after the massacre, one noon in 1519, Geronimo, who was working as usual in the gold mine, bent over digging for gold for the Spaniards, heard shouts coming from outside that sounded just like they had heard many years before. So he instinctively and quietly retreated through the small hole that looked like a dog hole, wanting to see what was going on.

When he peeked out and looked out at the sunlit world beyond the gold mine, he squinted uncontrollably from the intense Sun, and felt a deep sense of disbelief or incredulity.

Many Warrior wearing leopard masks and those wielding Bow and Arrow, those using spears, and enormous Coyote...

The scenario from Indian mythology suddenly appeared before the eyes of the long-suffering Cuba indigenous people.

The unimaginable excitement and exhilaration made countless Indian on the Island of Cuba tremble.

It's unclear whether it was the joy of being rescued or the fear of another massacre by the Spaniards, or perhaps both.

In an instant, Favia, who had walked into the gold mine, became the focus of everyone's attention.

Even though he was wearing the Jaguar Man Mask that the Tezcatlipoca had given him earlier, so dazzling and terrifying in the Sun, all the Indian stared at him with wide eyes, not blinking.

"I've come to pick you up."

In an instant, the blue pupils seemed to clash with the ferocity emanating from the Jaguar Man Mask.

Just as the blood and black marks etched deep within the hearts of many laborers were resolutely repelled by blue eyes as blue as the sea and the sky.

"Woo-hoo!"

Coati, the enormous Coyote known as the Guardian God of the Indian, let out a roar that shook the gold mine, as if in celebration.

It's unclear whether it's because Favia was raised by many animals and fed by a mother wolf in this life, but Coati is very obedient to Favia, which Tlaloc finds utterly incomprehensible.

Soon, with the landing of the Aztec Empire Warrior led by Favia on the Island of Cuba, the Cuba Indian, whose number had dwindled to less than one-tenth, had the opportunity to leave Cuba and go to the Aztec Indian tribes.

Why don't you leave?

For some reason, Geronimo didn't leave with his fellow miners in the gold mine; instead, he remained motionless, watching silently.

This was naturally noticed by Favia and Tlaloc beside him, and Tlaloc, slightly puzzled, asked before Favia could speak.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. Why should I leave?"

The estrangement and confusion in Geronimo's eyes were genuine.

"You're not a native of this area?"

"I am, and so are my parents."

"They've all left, why don't you leave?"

"There's no reason why. If I had to give an explanation, it's because I'm not like their Sun, so I'm not qualified to leave."

Geronimo's eyes looked as if he didn't understand what the person in front of him was saying.

Being suddenly told this by this person left Tlaloc, who was planning to carry out the "Third Sun" project, somewhat confused.

"... What does 'the Sun is different' mean?"

"Because my Sun is 'Sol', not your 'Apo'."

Geronimo's nonchalant tone and inexplicable words infuriated Tlaloc, who didn't know what to do.

Normally, she might not have cared too much, but she stubbornly came to Island of Cuba with no Aztec Faith, to save people because she believed in Favia's saying, "The Sun is great because it can illuminate even the smallest dust."

Therefore, Moon Lake's mood suddenly soured, especially with Favia, who was trying to become the Fifth Sun, beside her, which made her inexplicably feel even worse.

"Can't the Spain Sun and the Indian Sun both be the same?"

Favia, having analyzed the situation from Geronimo's answer, spoke up.

At that moment, Tlaloc, upon hearing Favia speak, realized that it was the pronunciation of a different Sun, and inexplicably felt relieved.

She had always harbored the idea of killing him and didn't want him to truly become the Fifth Sun of Central and South America, but now that he had done so, the Black-Haired Girl felt a surge of joy, though of course she could never say it aloud.

"It's different. I'm not like that. I can't share the same understanding as my fellow countrymen. My understanding... is all given to me by the Spaniards."

"It's the same. Even if the pronunciation is different and the definition may vary, the essence is the same. The Sun is always there, whether it's in Spain or the Americas, it's the same Sun, radiating light and driving away darkness."

Favia, however, did not believe that the indigenous people marked by the Spaniards were significantly different from the native-born indigenous people.

As long as people speak the same language, see the same things, and stand in the same places, even if they can't understand each other at first, they will eventually come to understand each other.

Moreover, just now, Favia saw that this person's eyes were filled with indignation, frozen by the barrier, and finally, the icy stubbornness overshadowed everything, but deep in those pupils, there was indeed a flicker of light as if the heart was wounded.

Silence fell on Geronimo, whether because he didn't know how to answer or because he didn't want to answer.

In the silence, Favia raised her eyes, seemingly looking at the people of Central and South American World outside the gold mine, and smiled slightly.

"May I have your name?"

"... Geronimo."

"Your name is very nice; I'm really looking forward to it."

The man's silver hair turned into a golden color, just like the Sun itself, under the gift of the First Sun.

This name is the same as that of the later Apache Warrior in North America.

"Since you believe the two are different, I won't force you to believe they are the same, but I hope you can believe me: other people are Hell, and being unable to trust anyone is a vicious cycle of Hell."

He removed the Jaguar Man Mask, revealing his original silver hair and a face that was both Serenity and sharp, as well as resilient.

"In that case, let me take your place as the Sun, and become your Sun, shall I, Geronimo? Besides, I am already walking down this path."

There were no lakes in this gold mine, so Geronimo had no idea what expression he was wearing.

However, I have a feeling I can guess it; it should be joy.

"I will show this world with its cruel rules that I will be the Sun."

As he spoke, in the far reaches of North America, far from Island of Cuba, amidst countless dense forests, countless solemn white figures slowly rose.

It looks so dazzling from high above.

Bright.

"Hmm, those guys up north have already made up their minds? They even made their decisions faster than us? Is it because they've become more animalistic and their mentality has become so impulsive?"

Somewhere in the Americas, Tezcatlipoca, who was warming himself by a campfire by a river, sensed this reaction and looked up at the North America region.

The South America gods are essentially Bacteria from another planet, choosing local organisms as their carriers. There were countless choices, and ultimately, the human species succeeded, so all the gods are in the form of humans.

Some Bacteria from South America also migrated to North America, but there, animals other than humans prevailed, hence the North America gods are all depicted as animals.

There is a connection between the two, but not as strong as the connection between the Aztec and the Maya. However, the Coyote Coati be considered an intermediary between North America and South America, as it is both the Guardian God of the Indian and the Guardian Deity of the Maya.

"However, I'm really looking forward to it. Warrior challenges the rules of the Central and South American World, attempting to achieve complete unity with the Fifth Sun. If that happens, wouldn't he be equivalent to our origin, the 'Maya'? I never expected that bird-headed girl would get such a Warrior is so compatible with her. I wish he was even more compatible with me."

What a pity, could it be because she has a good figure?

That doesn't make sense. The people in the murals are barely recognizable; they didn't even show one ten-thousandth of my face..."

In Tezcatlipoca's mind, everything in the world is a battlefield, and those who live in it are people who are constantly fighting.

A person fights until they can no longer fight, and living a fulfilling life is, in their eyes, the honor that belongs to humanity.

"Well, let's find a chance to fight him... Enough thinking about it, let's keep going. We still need to find something for our Fifth Sun."

P. S.: While researching, I discovered that Geronimo (the three-star chieftain)'s Apache also has a woman named Lozen, known as the Apache Saintess Jeanne d'Arc. It suddenly occurred to me that if another the Americas hero is released in the future, this character might become the North America Saber if she gets a chance to be released.

242: The Irritability of the Third Sun (4k5)

In fact, Favia's initiative to launch the first attack on Island of Cuba to liberate the long-oppressed Indigenous Americans went very smoothly.

The Aztec Empire Warrior, daring to face firearms that possessed only momentum but no actual firepower, quickly overwhelmed the Governor of Cuba's palace with their strength and numbers, killing the governor. The remaining Spain colonists could only seek refuge and inform Spain of the major events taking place on the Island of Cuba.

It is believed that before long, the Spanish Empire, having realized its mistake, will prepare to send a professional army, rather than ordinary adventurers, to invade Central and South America and Island of Cuba.

After all, this is a huge benefit, and we can't just give it up like that.

But that would be quite a long time, after all, it was only the Sixteenth Century, and the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean was awe-inspiring.

Therefore, it would take at least two or three years before Central and South America would see a large-scale invasion by the Spanish Empire.

This gave Favia a little more time to stabilize the newly unified Central and South American World.

The biggest problem is the lack of a unified writing system across the major countries of Central and South America. Apart from the Maya Script, which has fixed meanings, the Aztec Script and Indian Script are very abstract, almost like self-created works. Everyone can give each word their own meaning, and there are very few conventional meanings.

Therefore, in order to solidify and perfect the national consciousness of Central and South America and to pass on their culture, a unified writing system is essential.

With the assistance of Father Bartolomé, Favia successfully Latinized the script, but this was far from enough, as it would take time for people to understand and accept it. In this regard, the priests of the original Aztec Great Temple and the Maya Pyramid took the lead and were very active. As for the Indian in the north, they relied on the propaganda and teaching of the Indian community led by Geronimo, who had been rescued earlier on the Island of Cuba.

With the standardization of writing, the next step was to eliminate the various contradictions that had arisen from previous issues.

The most prominent issue is that the Aztec were previously hated by other Maya and Indian due to their obsessive practice of Human Sacrifice. Although things have improved somewhat now, the fear in their hearts cannot be eliminated overnight.

Furthermore, the Aztec were among the strongest fighters in Central and South America, making it necessary to integrate them and resolve conflicts.

In this regard, Favia chose to promote the idea that Central and South America had a unified external enemy: the Spaniards, who would invade in a few years.

Massive propaganda was carried out against the Spaniards, deeply instilling in the people of Central and South America the image of the Spaniards as blasphemous, treacherous, brutal, and Greed. Priests and priests were instructed to spread the new language while informing the Central and South America who listened to the speeches that they should unite against a common enemy.

After all, many people have already seen how the Spaniards have treated the indigenous people of Island of Cuba over the past few decades, so they won't harbor any illusions and can effectively reduce the number of collaborators.

In conclusion, these measures are both time-consuming and require the efforts of countless people.

Fortunately, Favia was already considered incredibly great by the people of Central and South America at this point, so the process of pushing things forward went relatively smoothly.

As for the lack of horses in the Americas, the only solution is to try and breed more horses from Island of Cuba.

"Favia."

Bavan Shi waved and approached Favia was still busy with reforms in Central and South America, at the table.

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired youth raised his hand in return, and at the same time noticed Tlaloc beside the Fairy girl.

"Favia, you always seem so busy. You were here the last time I came, and the time before that too. Have you been staying up all the time? Can I help you?"

"... I did get some sleep."

Although I was busy educating priests and clergy and working on standardizing the written language, I still managed to find some time to take a nap.

"Really? That wouldn't be good if it made my health worse."

The Fairy girl asked the man before her again, her tone filled with unease.

Favia gave a low laugh:

"It's not a big problem, I can manage."

"Oh... whoosh."

Bawan Shi suddenly yawned.

Upon closer inspection, you can see dark circles under her eyes.

"Xiao hope, you seem pretty sleepy."

"Well... actually, I've been staying up all night lately, and I've finally learned the Aztec language."

"I see."

"But speaking of which, the Crowd's language has changed recently, so does that mean I have to learn it all over again?"