The midwife smiled, "Isn't that the name of the Earth God in your Dort North West mythology?"
The mother softly said, "I hope my child will be the heaviest, greatest, and bravest war hero in legend! The man who defends against the flames of the whole sky."
To these primitive tribes, they don't know what kind of monster airplanes are, only that their enemies come from the sky, bombing their tribes and countries madly, burning, killing, looting, committing all sorts of evils.
Waaah.
The baby suddenly let out his first cry of life.
Invisible ripples swept through the whole delivery room, no one knew what this signified.
His boundless consciousness seeped into the earth, crossed tribal buildings, people's conversations, architectural structures, data, electronic devices, and even distant cannons and flames, all transformed into a vast flow of information entering the baby's mind.
In the first second, he learned the entire tribe's language.
