GRGHHHHHHHHHH! GRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The weird chainsaw rotated and, in an instant, cut through the tree.
Gyro wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Well, that makes a hundred trees. It should be enough for the new village.
It had been fifteen years since Gyro was reborn into this world. What he first saw was that the people here had not yet stepped into the industrial age. There were no technological inventions, no concept of electricity at all.
This world's equivalent to earth would be in the 1400s but the people living were far livelier than the people of earth and were far more open-minded. If they were not so open-minded and were like people from the 1400s, Gyro would have been burnt as a witch.
The village is located in an island. The island is surround by sea which is black in color. Through all the experiment that Gyro has done, the water is indeed black but it's chemically the same thing.
The only difference is it is black. The sea is completely filled with black water and is very dangerous. Even though it is dangerous, people have achieved to gather some resources from the seabed by using all sorts of techniques.
What's intriguing is that there have been zero contact with people with other "islands". It is as though these people were placed here or travelled from a place and settled here.
Gyro wanted to explore the black sea, but the monsters and the horrors of the sea are too large to count.
Even though there are several factions in the island, the village is the same single one existing; the one which gyro was born into. It is a large populous of various humans.
Gyro's parents had died when he was only eight months old. They had traveled with raiders to a nearby cave but were killed by snake-headed wolves. That tragedy left a deep mark on Gyro, shaping his determination to protect the people of the village.
He also grew a strong hatred towards anything snake and wolve related creatures.
The island is filled with countless vegetation and diverse amount of flora and fauna. By using a simple mercury thermometer, he saw that even 10 meters apart can one see a vast temperature difference.
In this world, evolution had taken a different path. Instead of natural selection, there is the presence of spontaneous generation.
This puzzled Gyro, as if some entity itself created these beasts but at the age of four, he didn't trouble it any further. Because this was the year, he first saw a huge, majestic dragon; its skin shimmered like a rainbow, and its wings were ten times the size of the island he was born on. It soared overhead, not even sparing a fraction of its attention for the people below.
Gyro's first thought upon seeing it was to slay the creature and analyze its anatomy to turn it into instruments and food for the village. But looking at the state of these people, him slaying that creature would require more than a few "centuries".
The people of this world worshiped gods named "The Visionaries".
To Gyro, these gods were no more than what he says as fiction.
But in a state of doubt there is an opportunity. With a few "miracles" demonstrated by simply predicting eclipses, Gyro had earned the villagers' reverence as a messenger of these Visionaries.
It was easy for the people to follow and do everything that he wished to do. Under his guidance, they created basic engines, and with hydropower they could run almost anything.
When he was born, the villagers still burned torches. Now the streets glowed with lightbulbs and water-powered engines.
"Gyrooo! What are you doing here? The people want to hear you!"
Neon.
She is the same age as me, renamed by me. In fact, I have renamed everyone in the village.
When I was born, my name was Serforusjoki — which in the village language meant "male genitals." I had to endure that for five long years until I revealed my "miracles." Being seen as a visionary-sent being granted me the privilege of renaming the villagers. Uncreative as I was, I named them after elements from the periodic table.
***
"What's your name and the meaning?" asked 5-year-old Gyro.
"reportisjok and the meaning is a broken brain"
This is the fifth guy with a broken organ name. Awugh, this is so annoying
"I name you lead, next"
"What's your name and its meaning?"
"My name is cosjised gokaosk, it's meaning is shitting in the evening"
What are these names? Why is it so creatively weird? Who names their child as shitting in the evening?
"I name you magnesium, next"
And so, gyro named all the people of the village for the next two days and heard some "interesting" meanings.
***
"Gyro! Let's go right now! The people can't wait!" shouted Neon with her puffed up cheeks.
The thing he liked about Neon was that she treated him as a friend. Unlike the others who thought he was a special being; she saw him as an equal. She had been his childhood companion and the only one he had taught high-school level science to. The elders could learn too, but they would need centuries to truly understand.
***
8 years ago.
When Gyro was a child, he saved Neon from fang-bearing squirrels. Although weird, throwing glass bottles with mercury is far efficient to just about kill anything.
He saved her and they were returning to the village, but the sunset was too calling so for a moment they rest for a while.
"Gyro? Why do you look so sad?" said 7-year-old Neon, as they observed the sunset from the village cliff.
The sun emitted rays, and this viewed was extremely captivating.
"I want to return home" said 7-year-old Gyro which an indescribable face.
There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.
However, you usually find yourself in the end, and that is what really matters. And home is where you find yourself.
Even if he died in his old world and were to even become an omnipotent and omniscient in this universe, his deep love for his home would never end.
It is not one's way of living comfortably or living in a well-provided life. Nothing can replace home. Gyro's main objective is to return home.
Even though his old world betrayed him and killed him, he had not betrayed his old world.
"Gyro. What is home?" said 7-year-old Neon with a smile on her face.
When there only exists a single village, children do-not learn the concept of a home.
What is a home?
Is it a place where one is born?
Is it a place where one is raised?
No.
It is a place where one feels safe.
Safe to express and safe to be oneself.
"Home is a place where one feels safe" replied Gyro
"You are my home gyro" said Neon with a serious expression.
"Right ha-ha, let's return it getting dark.", said 7-year-old Gyro with a smile.
As he stood and turned, his face with a smile transformed and it frowned.
****
Present day
Gyro and Neon walked together toward the village. Even though it is referred to as a village, it is not a village but looked like a small town from earth. It is surprising how much one can influence the psych of the villagers by simple "acting" and showing miracles to transform the entire settlement.
Gyro always wore eyeliner. His hair reached his shoulders, and he wore nylon clothes. Even though his features were plain, there was an unmistakable grace about him. His grace made people feel comfortable around him.
He grabbed a cloak, walked slowly to the podium, and performed a few "magic tricks" he had learned on Earth. The villagers are very naive and all it took was a magnet to fool them.
"The saint's grace never fails to amaze us! How lucky we are!!!" shouted the old village chief named copper.
The chief wore a shaman-like outfit. His straw hat burned at the tip like a fuse.
No matter how much I dislike their primitiveness, this guy's hat still amazes me. Why is it always burning? ok anyways-
"I gather all of you here today to witness the great opportunity provided by the visionary, Gif." said Gyro shouting with all that he could.
Visionaries are seen as omnipotent and omniscient beings.
There are 7 different visionaries according to the people of the village.
Gif is one of them.
Gif is a Visionary figure that the people of the village worship. Gif is taken as the manifester of realities and the protector of the world.
In the famous mural of "Gif" placed in the village shrine. "Gif" is described as a figure with 10 hands and 4 wings, and the hair is golden. The body of this figure is depicted as a masculine with the best toned body and being naked.
Gyro hates this mural. Not because of any other reason but because he was named "male genitals" because of this mural.
"The visionary has allowed us to harness water and fire. Threaded the mountains, cut the sea, brought prosperity to all the people in this land. But the visionary has allowed to chase grand ambitions. To his blessed land, he has allowed us to harness the wind " said Gyro with a smile.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Gyro grabbed a large, folded paper and opened in front of everyone in a dramatic manner.
"These are the shrine that the lord has informed me for us to build, for one which will allow us to harness the wind" said gyro with his right hand placed on his chest and his graceful face and his deep eyes.
To many ordinary people from Gyro's old world, this would be called a windmill.
"The visionary has come for us all again." shouted someone who had tears on his eyes. His tears were tears of joy.
Just as Gyro was about to inform the people of the plans and resources.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The sound shook everyone present in this gathering.
As the entire village gathered in one spot, the sky darkened as though a massive cloud had passed overhead. What the villagers saw up head were large humungous glowing red rocks.
The people didn't know what they were. But Gyro did.
Meteorites!
Countless meteorites rained down on the village, smashing everything. Fountains of rivers of blood were formed, everything destroyed. The people were crushed.
All in this time as everything was happening, there a figure wearing a red hood with his hands pointing up.
The figure was whispering, "be free....be free.....be free." over and over again.
All the inventions and the streets Gyro had built gone in an instant. The village homes destroyed. All of what had happened in an instant.
The people dying formed a fountain of blood. Flesh and piece of meat were flying everywhere.
Not a single cry was heard, and all happened in an instant
Gyro's body was torn apart, his intestines spilling out. he was dying.
In his fading vision, he saw Neon his childhood friend and everyone else die before his eyes.
They were the people who he had seen and loved. Even though this was his second world, loving someone has no limit and is free from space and time.
But now he observed as everyone died, being crushed cruelly.
Then he followed them.
Gyro had died.
His last thoughts as he died was a single word.
H..e..l..p...
Help.
Help for what?
Who could Gyro ask for help?
He did not believe in the afterlife.
When he saw everyone crushed, why would he ask help?
It wasn't help from someone but rather the entire universe itself.
He was killed in his old world, but in this one he asked for help to protect the people.
Not help himself but help the people.
He asked the universe to protect the people around him.
The universe, or people like to call God.
In his last thought he asked for help from something he did not believe in.
But the nature of the universe is cruel. What was, will never be what is.
But there are some mysteries that the universe responds, not in the forms of speech but rather coincidences.
In the next moment, Gyro heard someone speak.
But Gyro had died.
What had died was indeed Gyro but there is more to a living being than just a physical body.
There is a soul.
He heard words in the soul.
It was the sound of an old man.
"Gif? That is not how you pronounce my name, little child."
***
"Mens agitat molem."