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The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the leaves, dappled on Van Loon's body, waking him from his slumber. He opened his eyes to find the goats already gathered in the meadow, conversing with each other, seemingly discussing something important. Their expressions appeared both tense and excited, evidently filled with anticipation and curiosity for the future.
Van Loon turned to look at the scattered pile of bones nearby - the temporary resting place of Vick the forsaken. He lightly nudged the pile of bones with his horn, signaling for Vick the forsaken to wake up. Vick's bones began to move, assembling themselves automatically, and before long, his slender skeletal form stood upright once again.
Vick rubbed his skull and said in a funny and relaxed tone, "Hehehe! Why are they so excited? They're not going to bump into me again, are they?" His skull turned left and right, as if looking for a possible escape route, showing that he still vividly remembered the "enthusiastic reception" from the goats yesterday.
Van Loon looked at his uneasy appearance and couldn't help but let out a gentle bleat, indicating comfort. "Don't worry, they shouldn't do that again. We have more important things to do." Van Loon spoke with determination, then walked towards the gathering of flock of goat, preparing to start the day's work. Although still somewhat uneasy, Vick the forsaken also followed behind Van Loon, ready to face a new day.
When Van Loon and Vick the forsaken slowly approached the gathering of goats, the air seemed to become more tense. Several elderly goats from the flock of goat gathered together, bleating as if communicating important matters with their limited intelligence. The eyes of these elderly goats were full of experience and wisdom, clearly feeling a great sense of responsibility for the future of the group.
The arrival of Vick the forsaken caused some of the goats to feel dissatisfaction and hostility. They tilted their heads, eyeing the skeleton warrior with suspicion and wariness. However, as Van Loon walked steadily beside him, the desire of the flock of goat to attack seemed to be suppressed. The presence of Van Loon was a source of reassurance and trust for them.
Van Loon walked into the midst of the flock of goat and gazed at the core of the group with his warm and steady eyes. He began to gently touch a few of the elder goats with his head, seemingly conveying a message silently and showing confidence in the future. The tense atmosphere within the flock of goat gradually eased, and even the most vigilant goats began to relax, displaying acceptance of the presence of Van Loon and Vick the forsaken.
Under the protection of Van Loon, Vick the forsaken appeared somewhat reassured. He curiously looked around, feeling intrigued by the goat group. Although his body was made of bones, under the influence of Van Loon, he seemed to sense a hint of warmth. This was a new beginning, not only for Van Loon and Vick the forsaken, but also for the entire goat group.
When Van Loon became aware that all the goats were focused on him, he felt an invisible pressure. These gazes were filled with anticipation, curiosity, and even a sense of trust. Several older goats gazed at Van Loon with their deep eyes, seemingly silently conveying their needs and expectations.
Vick the forsaken, the somewhat out-of-place skeleton warrior, suddenly became serious. He began to tap his bone-crafted hands together, producing a crisp sound that caught Van Loon's attention. He turned to Van Loon with a serious look, even a glint of wisdom in his eyes, which was rare for him.
He spoke earnestly to Van Loon, "They lack a leader, Van Loon. Look at them, the eyes of these flock of goat, they are waiting for you...waiting for a new leader."
Van Loon fell into deep thought. He was originally just an ordinary human reborn as a goat, but he had gradually grown in this strange world, and now he was even expected to become a leader of a group of goats. He saw a glimmer of hope and awe in the eyes of every goat. The old goats, with their speckled white fur, bore witness to the hardships they had endured; the young goats carried the vitality of youth and the longing for the future. The eyes of every goat were focused on Van Loon, as if he were their savior, their future.
At this moment, Van Loon felt an unprecedented weight pressing on his shoulders. He knew that he was no longer just an ordinary goat, but the leader of these creatures, their guardian. Deep within him, a sense of responsibility surged like a tide, overwhelming all his confusion and uncertainty.
He took a deep breath and let out a loud and powerful bleat. The sound echoed through the goat herd, as if it were a proclamation of an ancient ritual, heralding the beginning of a new era. His horns proudly raised, his headdress shimmering in the sunlight like a king's crown, symbolizing power and responsibility.
The flock of goat reacted instantly. Their bleating became louder, as if celebrating the birth of their new king. The older goats gave affirming and supportive looks with their experienced eyes, while the younger goats were filled with curiosity and anticipation. Their bleating was full of respect and loyalty, declaring their boundless support for the new king.
The Van Loon couldn't put into words the emotions he was feeling. He sensed an unprecedented sense of glory and purpose. He knew that from this moment on, his life would take a completely different path. He would lead these loyal sheep people to build a better and safer home together. He was ready to face any challenge and protect them from any threat.
Just like that, under the golden sunlight, Van Loon, who was a human in his previous life, officially became the king of the goat clan. His story, at this moment, began a brand new chapter.
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