The food issue was resolved, and the god-given city was completely settled and began to prosper once more.
A few thousand people was not their limit;
Redlichia wanted to build a city-state of tens of thousands, or even a hundred thousand people. More on that later.
Redlichia could not imagine what a larger city-state would look just like.
He stood on the palace's high wall, surveying the buildings in the God-given city.
In addition to the houses where they live, the city has salt drying facilities, food drying workshops, food storage warehouses, giant wells connected to the sea, and other structures.
With her eyes fixed on a swamp surrounded by stone in the distance, the female Triloman jumped into the water and chased the fish away.
He made many things to bring the present place to life.
"I once promised God that I would build a great civilization that would last forever."
"Everyone here should protect and worship the god."
"Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, and one million years."
"Until…"
"…Eternal."
"You said I could do it?"
he said to his queen.
The queen gazed admiringly at Redlichia, her eyes full of tenderness and longing.
"You are the king of wisdom, God's eldest son, and the source of all wisdom spirits."
"You can certainly get it."
Redlichia smiled, taking his back hand in hers and gazing out at the sea and the setting sun.
"Yes!"
"I believe I am capable of doing so, and I go to do so."
"Because this is my oath to the supreme Ince, my promise to God."
The city is bustling in the setting sun.
The eldest daughter, who had come back from fishing, and other female Triloman raised the catch aloft among the crowd of guards, eliciting applause, and both of them showed approval in their eyes.
Redlichia's eldest and second sons ran over at this point.
Several of Redlichia's sons were uneasy after witnessing the preceding crisis.
They chose to record the myth of God's mighty power in creating life, as well as the legend of the King of Wisdom.
Is used to demonstrate God's majesty and the power of Redlichia, the King of Wisdom.
This serves to remind everyone of the worth of their blood, and that they are the people chosen by God.
On the front of a boulder, they carved the story of God and the King of Wisdom, and on the back, they carved the story of the King of Wisdom leading the Triloman to civilization.
This white boulder will be erecting at the entrance to the God-given city.
Redlichia looked at the vertical white boulder, looking at the scene carved patterns, there are images of God descending on the earth and sea.
There are images of God guiding them to find this place of refuge, a scene that Redlichia has personally experienced.
But he had the uneasy feeling that something was missing.
Like? Is lacking in the civilized atmosphere fostered by a wise race.
It is more like a group of wild men living in the desolate carving their incomprehensible miracle chapters on the cave wall than a mythical epic.
"Correct."
"There is not any text as of yet."
Redlichia remembered what God said to him when he created the tribe.
"True civilizations should enjoy their own writing, art, and philosophy, as well as the ability to transform and recognize the world."
Redlichia returned to Insight to inquire about the appearance of God's words.
The gods are gazing at the strange spiral shells embedded in the temple's wall, as if they were staring at a massive transparent water tank.
While walking slowly along this stone wall, he is watching the creatures inside swim around.
"Have you come up with your own words yet?"
"God!"
exclaimed Redlichia after Insight.
"You have not taught the word of god to Redlichia!"
Redlichia only learned to speak with Insight and never learned to write with it.
Insight shook his head, saying: "My words are mine, as are my memory and goodness."
"It is not for you or to the Triloman."
He turned to Redlichia: "Redlichia"
"The most important thing for civilization to carry is word.
Because you want to build a civilization in the Triloman, you should write a word that is unique to you."
Insight did not teach him how to type on his own.
It is owned by humans, not Triloman, in his opinion.
Redlichia was at a loss for words and did not know where to start.
He did not know whether he should have words until today.
When Insight clicked on the fusion strange shell, the transparent shell instantly became opaque, but the light-emitting lines flowed vertically.
Drew a circle on it with his fingers while also drawing light.
"It is the sun!"
Redlichia seems to understand but not fully comprehend.
He told Redlichia by drawing a simple crescent moon below.
"It is the moon!"
Redlichia grasped the situation.
Words, in his perspective, are simplified patterns.
On the shell, he drew a wave.
Stated: "Water is what it is."
Then he drew three waves and excitedly shouted.
"That is the sea."
One initial word after another was made under the guidance and teaching of God.
Redlichia clenched his hands as he stared at the unfamiliar symbols written all over the shell.
Word.
A type of thing that evolved from a photograph but is more powerful than a photograph.
He believed that these symbols were full of magical power, capable of expressing all of the world's mysteries and secrets, and had been adopted down for a long time.
Because of the possession of words, life and race seem to have become different and otherworldly.
Life and race without words are two entirely different existences of race with words.
They, too.
This step was taken.
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They do not need to know the beasts and plants, according to Triloman.
They only need to be familiar with the sun, moon, and stars.
They do not need to know anything about machinery or technology; all they need to know is wind, fire, thunder, and electricity.
They do not know the world from many different perspectives, and there are not many things they need to know and understand.
As a result, creating words that belong to them is not hard.
Redlichia is a talented sculptor.
In his place, he carved a slate to record all the words he created.
Then they summoned their sons and subjects and declared that they had finally been spoken.
Sons and subjects are perplexed; they do not fully comprehend the meaning of words.
And Redlichia introduced the world to the use of words for the first time, and the first thing they recorded was a myth.
The stone monument erected in front of the God-given city contains both patterns and carved characters.
God created all souls, his eldest son Redlichia, the king of wisdom, and his servant Sally, the mother of life.
Everyone was looking at at the patterns and symbols, and one astute Triloman even deduced the meaning of the words from the relief.
"God, it turns out, is that way."
For the first time, they truly felt the god's existence and comprehended the miracles performed by the god.
After writing words, the Triloman civilization began to develop further.
They began to get rid of barbarism and ignorance, and could truly deserve the word civilization.