Chapter 76 - Gu Mengmeng Becoming The First Beauty Of The Tribe

Chapter 76: Gu Mengmeng Becoming The First Beauty Of The Tribe

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
This meaningless bloodshed lasted for a night. When the sun from the next day rose from the horizon and after the first sunlight shone on Gu Mengmeng’s face, a loud cheer that would rouse the deaf erupted from the bottom of the wooden pagoda.
Gu Mengmeng turned around blankly, looking back at Elvis who was hugging her throughout. Her eyes were numb and hollow from all the nerves that had reached their limits.
Yes, tonight Elvis did not need to raise a finger at all, Lea defended against all the single males from the tribe alone.
“It ended.” Elvis patted Gu Mengmeng’s back gently, lifting her above his head while holding her armpits to welcome the first sunlight from the morning sun.
The beasts at the bottom of the wooden pagoda became more excited, their cheers echoing through the heavens.
Gu Mengmeng still did not understand what was the meaning of the Coming-To-Age Ceremony but thanking her lords, it finally ended.
Elvis jumped from the wooden pagoda in a few leaps while carrying Gu Mengmeng. Standing in the middle of the heavily wounded males, he pointed to the two-stories tall, intersecting parallel wooden pagoda and said, “Look, that’s your campfire.”
Gu Mengmeng looked towards the direction Elvis was pointing to. The wooden pagoda was covered in red and the wood was already soaked in blood. The old blood solidified into a slurry form, wrapping around the logs, as if it was meant to cover a layer of plasma around them. Against the sunlight, it looked like a static campfire flaring like a fountain in front of them. And Lea, who was walking towards them leisurely, his coquettish red coat fluttering in the wind, was the finishing touch of the picture which made it alive.
Although the males were all injured badly, they were still abnormally excited. Their own determination and spilled blood was utilized in Gu Mengmeng’s Coming-Of-Age campfire.
Gu Mengmeng did not know where did the males get that sense of pride from. She just felt her eyes watering up and pit pat, tears streamed uncontrollably down her face and she lied in Elvis’s embrace, sobbing silently.
“Congratulations, Gu Mengmeng. From today onwards, you’re Saint Nazaire’s First Beauty.” Sandy observed an entire night from afar. Her state was in complete opposite to Gu Mengmeng’s, instead, she was extremely excited the whole night and only regained composure from all the excitement when Elvis carried Gu Mengmeng down from the wooden pagoda.
Then, she suddenly realized that Gu Mengmeng’s campfire was so much redder, brighter and stronger than when Nina matured into adulthood two years ago.
This implied that the males of Saint Nazaire acknowledged Gu Mengmeng more and as a matter of course, that was why she became the new First Beauty of Saint Nazaire
Towards the title of First Beauty, Gu Mengmeng did not feel much about it. Truthfully speaking, being prettier than Puffy Hair was nothing to feel proud about. Moreover, Gu Mengmeng just felt that she was physically and mentally exhausted now and her emotions that she suppressed for a night finally exploded upon seeing Sandy. She also did not know where she had the energy from but she exerted all her strength to escape from Elvis’s embrace and threw herself to Sandy. Hugging Sandy’s thick waist, Gu Mengmeng started to wail bitterly, crying while shouting, “Sandy… what the heck was all that? How many people had to sacrifice their lives for a mere birthday celebration? And my birthday wasn’t even yesterday… it was just my period that came, why the heck should they shed blood like water… sob sob…”
Sandy was a little taken aback by Gu Mengmeng’s cries. Her Coming-Of-Age Campfire was so beautiful, if it was hers, she would be happy to death so why was Gu Mengmeng so heartbroken over it?
Sandy thought to herself but she did not bear to ask Gu Mengmeng further when she was crying so badly so she could only pat her back and console her softly, “The males in Saint Nazaire would never kill their own people. Don’t worry, nobody died, really.”