Chương 13: She's My Type
When I was unconscious, I had an incredibly sweet dream where I was reborn as the King of England. Countless noble beauties and young ladies threw themselves at me, allowing me to live an extremely sexually satisfying life every day.
This is exactly the kind of life that a transmigrator should be living.
After all, if a transmigrator doesn't live a life of debauchery, surrounded by beautiful women and filled with blissful indulgence, which reader would be willing to spend money to unlock new chapters?
The customer is always right!
I woke up groggily, my mind foggy and filled with chaotic thoughts. My eyelids felt so heavy that I couldn't open them, and any slight movement made my entire body ache as if it had fallen apart.
Hmm, that body cushion feels a bit hard, kind of uncomfortable, I thought absentmindedly.
Then, I remembered my predicament. If only I had subscribed to the VIP service earlier, would I have avoided all this pain and danger?
Other transmigrators wake up as emperors or powerful nobles, surrounded by seductive beauties and sycophantic ministers scrambling to curry favor.
But as for me? What awaited me was either being killed or getting scalped.
And that beautiful girlfriend I had just gotten—she was gone before we could even spend a few hours together.
Alas.
There was once a VIP service right in front of me, but I didn't subscribe. If Heaven gave me another chance, I'd buy every single fucking VIP package available.
Never skimp on VIPs—this is advice from someone who's been there.
I groggily opened my eyes, feeling as though every bone in my body was broken. In front of me stood a young girl dressed in Native American attire, looking at me with bright, pure eyes.
"Hello, Deganawida," she said.
Her gaze was so clean and untainted that it made me reflect on my own soul, long corrupted by the impurities of the mortal world.
But her words stunned me.
Deganawida? What does that mean?
Ding!
Suddenly, a notification sound echoed in my mind, followed by a sweet female voice speaking directly to me:
"Deganawida, also called The Great Peacemaker, was the founder of the Iroquois Confederacy. Before his arrival, the five Native American tribes—Mohawk, Onondaga, Oneida, Cayuga, and Seneca—were locked in endless wars against each other. According to legend, Deganawida descended from the heavens and preached peace. He successfully ended the conflicts among the tribes, bringing them together at Onondaga Lake, where they planted a Tree of Peace and established the Iroquois Confederacy."
Who—who's speaking?
Startled, I tried to prop myself up on my elbows, only to collapse back onto the bed.
Pain. Excruciating pain. Were my internal organs shattered?
But I couldn't focus on the pain. I was too absorbed in listening to the voice in my head.
Wow, do I have a system now?
Could it be that some deity passing through the sky finally heard my prayers and decided to show themselves?
Oh, mysterious god, though your arrival is a bit delayed and your timing less than ideal, fear not—my loyalty will remain unwavering!
My dear lord, no matter what name you go by, from this moment on, I am your most devoted follower. Please, grant me an incredibly powerful system, and I will spread your brilliance to every corner of the earth!
Tears of excitement welled up in my eyes, leaving the girl beside me utterly confused.
But I had no time to explain to her. Despite the explanation I'd just heard, I was still baffled. The voice had only explained what "Deganawida" meant but didn't clarify why the girl was calling me that.
I quickly asked, "What does this have to do with me? Why are they calling me The Great Peacemaker?"
But there was no response.
I waited for nearly a minute, but the voice in my head stayed silent.
Is this system broken?
Refusing to give up, I asked several more times, but still, there was no response.
Is this some cheap Chinese-made garbage?
How corrupt must that damned bald demon have been to take so many kickbacks and produce such a useless product?
The hardest thing to bear isn't a lack of hope but the crushing disappointment of having a glimmer of hope snatched away.
Still unwilling to accept defeat, I kept trying.
"What's your name?"
Silence.
"How old are you?"
Silence.
"What's your cup size?"
Silence.
A series of unanswered questions made me begin to doubt myself. Had I imagined the voice earlier? Could my brain have been damaged when I fell off the cliff?
I was ready to give up, but as a last-ditch effort, I casually asked, "What happened in North America in 1754?"
This was purely an act of self-consolation.
To my surprise, as soon as I finished the question, the voice in my head came alive again:
"In 1754, conflict erupted between French and British colonists over control of the Ohio River Valley. The French aimed to maintain a crescent-shaped chain of territory from Canada to Louisiana to block British expansion, while the British sought to expand into the fertile lands west of the Appalachian Mountains. The war began in the Ohio Valley, with young George Washington firing the first shot. It eventually escalated into a global conflict. Known as the Seven Years' War in Europe and the French and Indian War in America, the war ended with France's defeat, solidifying British dominance in North America."
The detailed explanation gave me a hazy understanding of the major events of that year.
I stroked my chin, beginning to ponder how this system worked.
It seemed that the system only supported explanations of historical events that had already occurred.
"Who is the current King of England?" I asked another question.
"The current King of England is George II," the voice promptly replied.
"Am I handsome?" The voice fell… silent.
I was speechless as well.
What kind of crappy system is this?!
Other transmigrators have systems that provide everything they need, answering every question and fulfilling every request.
And my system? It's the definition of "you get what you pay for."
You could say it's useless, but it seems to have some use; yet if you say it's useful, it feels utterly worthless.
Damn it, even ChatGPT is already at version 4.o, and this damn system feels like it's a product from twenty years ago—it doesn't even support basic Q&A functions.
Fuck
Can't the underworld keep up with the times?
Aren't you guys upgrading the system? Could you please upgrade something useful? Stop being like the damn U.S. federal government—inept and corrupt, spending taxpayers' money on utterly useless things.
I sighed. Well, I'll make do. Having something is better than nothing.
At least the introduction from that female voice gave me some understanding of this world—better than being completely clueless like I was yesterday.
I've become the Peacemaker of the Iroquois?
And it looks like that the Peacemaker seems to carry significant status.
"Well, what's your name?" I asked the girl in front of me.
"My name is Gah'-na-wi, which means 'little stream' in English," she said cheerfully. "After I came of age, my mother gave me this new name because my personality is lively, like a freely flowing stream."
"How is your English so good?" I asked.
"I learned it from Sister Linda. She used to be one of your whiteskin, but the Bull family adopted her during a mourning ceremony. She's been living in our village for over ten years now."
At that moment, a white woman dressed in Native American attire and another Native American woman entered the room, carrying plates of steaming food.
Little stream jumped off the bed and into the arms of the Native American woman. "Mother!" she exclaimed joyfully, rubbing her head affectionately against the woman's chest.
The woman gently stroked her head, a doting smile on her lips.
Then she looked up at me and said, "Hello, The Great Peacemaker. I am Sose, and this is Linda. We've brought you some food. I imagine you must be hungry." Sose greeted me warmly, holding a wooden plate.
Sose looked to be around thirty years old, standing about 5'5" tall, with rare, fiery red hair that shimmered with a soft glow in the dim morning light.
She wore a simple traditional Native American dress, which did nothing to diminish her beauty. On the contrary, the simplicity of her clothing gave her the grace of a Greek goddess. A rope belt around her waist accentuated her perfect hourglass figure.
Her gaze was gentle, exuding a warm milf aura.
Yeah, she's my type.
Linda appeared to be in her twenties. She stood quietly beside Sose, smiling at me. Her eyes were incredibly captivating, filled with an almost mischievous sparkle, and her plump lips parted slightly, radiating an inexplicable allure.
I swallowed hard.
Don't get the wrong idea—I'm a decent person. I'm just… hungry.
Looking at the steaming pumpkin, roasted meat, corn cakes, and the two beautiful women standing beside me, my stomach growled loudly.
I'm starving.
I gave Sose and Linda a weak smile. "Thank you very much. I am indeed very hungry."
"It's my great honor, The Great Peacemaker," Sose said as she placed the wooden tray of food on the ground.
She carefully helped me sit up against the bed before placing the food by my side.
The aroma of the food made my stomach growl even louder. I eagerly grabbed a piece of unidentifiable meat and started devouring it.
"Stream, go tell Grandma that The Great Peacemaker is awake," Sose said, patting the girl's head.
Before long, I had polished off the meat, pumpkin, and corn cakes.
Satisfied and sipping on some pumpkin soup, I began to examine the rectangular house I was in.
So, this is the Iroquois longhouse?
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