GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

Chapter 916 Blow Your Mind.

"The pack leader said we should bring this Omega to you. He wants to indenture himself to our totem." One of Betas said.

Then the two of them left him with the old Warrog.

"So you want to indenture yourself to my totem pole?" The shaman asked him with his divine sense.

He replied. "Yes. It will be an honor."

Actually, he doesn't want to indenture himself to some totem of some weak backward pack but he has to in order to keep up his cover. He is not like other Omegas. He is strong enough on his own and he has the law of Slaughter within his divine ability which he is intimately familiar with so he doesn't need the assistance of a totem.

The old Warrog spit into the fire. Then he grumbled and said grumpily, "I don't care if you will be honored or not. You have to be very convincing or I won't allow you to indenture here. You will have to look for other tribes if you disappoint me. I don't care that I am old and dying or that this pack needs a replacement, you better do a good job of convincing me or I will reject your request."

'Grumpy old coot that is already one foot into the door of death.' Legion-6 grumbled inwardly.

The Shaman can grumble and so can he. But he can't grumble outwardly or it will severely hurt his chances of getting an agreement from the old coot.

Omegas are like that. They are stubborn and don't like to listen to anyone. It is why the pack leader cannot order the shaman to accept him despite being stronger than the shaman. The way Omegas interact with others is different from the way Alphas and Betas interact. It is by mutual agreement, not a show of force. No one can order them around.

He thought to himself in resignation. "If I were in the plane I was supposed to be in, I wouldn't have to go through all of this. I wouldn't have to beg to indenture myself."

He said to the Shaman, "I am sure we can come to an agreement."

The Shaman warned him, "We better do. Or no indenture for you."

An indenture is a process whereby an Omega forms a bond with the totem of a pack. Omegas are exiled from their pack so they can't form connections with the totem of their pack. They have to look for someone else to allow them to form a connection. Hence the need for a pilgrimage.

Binding to a totem is not a frivolous endeavor done out of reverence or culture. Everything that doesn't give you strength or power is frivolous. Omegas are capable of enhancing their mental prowess with totems. So Omegas become more powerful when they bond with a totem. The bigger and older the totem, the more power they get from the connection.

In the situation where a pack doesn't have a totem, an Omega can start one with them. The sacrifices and burials made to the totem will strengthen it. So a new totem cannot compare with an old one with a long history of sacrifices and burials.

Omegas don't need a pack to make sacrifices. They can hunt on their own and strengthen their totems with what they kill. But a single person cannot compare to the power of a pack. The manpower of a pack will speed up the rate at which the totem is strengthened. So an already-established totem with a pack is always preferred.

But old and powerful totems with the support of a large tribe aren't just lying about waiting for someone to bond with them. It is highly likely that someone is already in control of it. New Omegas need the permission of the Omega in control of the totem to agree to share their power. So they must have something to convince the one in control.

"I have something here that will surely impress you. I dare say that it will blow your mind." Legion-6 told the old Omega.

The Shaman scoffed. "I doubt that. I very much doubt that. I have lived a very long and fulfilling life. I have seen a lot of things. Things that you have never seen or heard of. It will be very difficult for you, a youngling, to impress me. As for blowing my mind, it is almost impossible for you to do so. My spirit is reinforced by the spirits of more than ten thousand ancestors. My mind cannot be blown literally or metaphorically. I will eat sand if you... If you... If..."

The Shaman's words caught in his throat when he saw what was in Legion-6's clawed hands. His eyes boggled and his words caught in his throat. He swallowed before speaking.

"Am I seeing things?" The shaman struggled to ask.

Legion-6 smirked. "What do you think?"

He is holding a small whirlwind in the palm of his hand. It is a spell created by manipulating wind. Its authenticity can be easily verified by sensing with the divine sense that the shaman has. So the shaman should be able to know what he is doing and that it is real.

"I think it is real. I also think it is very possible. But it is highly unlikely. So it is more likely that I am hallucinating. I am old after all. Yes. That's it. I am hallucinating."

"Stop messing around and tell me what you think."

The Shaman came to his senses. Then he asked, "Where did you get this?"

"I found the spell parchment in the Underdark." He lied.

He can lie to the Shaman. The shaman is not a Mana entity with a weird intuition for sensing truths and lies. So he can lie. He chose to use a spell to dazzle the Shaman due to his observation of the Warrogs of this plane in the short period that he has encountered them and from the things he has heard from the Betas.