Otaku Translation: Lone Adventure V4C12

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Marquis Menewal possessed a resistance to Black Aurora’s fire magic far surpassing that of an ordinary vampire, rendering his long-range attacks less effective than anticipated. Combined with his blinding speed—darting about like a phantom—he easily evaded the elven mage's spells, forcing him to waste precious mana in frustration. Black Aurora's pointed ears flushed red and stood rigid as he muttered a string of curses under his breath.

Though our progress was sluggish, things weren’t nearly as dire for Clado and the others on their side of the battlefield. The tauren shaman wielded his massive battle-axe with brutal efficiency; its weight and sharpness made it ideal for dismantling skeletal foes. Under his relentless assault, fragments of bone splintered off the skeleton guards like wood shavings from a carpenter’s plane.

To everyone's surprise, Longbow Sunshot had abandoned his usual reckless charge into the fray. Instead, he opted for divine magic, unleashing radiant beams of holy light upon the two skeleton guards before him. Though our dwarven priest often acted impulsively, this time his decision proved astoundingly wise. Against these unholy abominations, his holy spells dealt significantly more damage—a simple "Sword of Justice" inflicting over a hundred points per strike. Clearly relishing this rare opportunity to fight safely from the sidelines, Longbow whooped and hollered with glee. It was refreshing to see someone choose a safer approach, though my own profession ensured I’d never experience such luxury.

In contrast, Long Triangle appeared visibly disheartened. His deadliest weapon, the Corpse Poison Dagger, proved useless against the skeletons, leaving him reliant on his modest warhammer. Predictably, the fifteen-level weapon performed adequately but uninspiringly, yielding pitiful numbers hovering around "-15" or "-20." Still, his role wasn’t entirely futile; by drawing the skeletons’ attention, he alleviated some pressure from Clado and created openings for Longbow.

Watching Long Triangle struggle now, compared to how effortlessly lethal he'd been wielding the dagger just moments ago, one couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the orc reduced to little more than living meat shields. Life, it seemed, had a cruel way of humbling even the fiercest warriors.

Soon enough, one of the giant skeletons collapsed under Longbow’s barrage of holy light. The remaining skeleton, despite its furious swings and menacing growls, was clearly faltering. Before long, Clado delivered a thunderous blow, cleaving the second skeleton into a heap of shattered bones. With both guardians vanquished, Marquis Menewal found himself momentarily stunned.

“You’ve surprised me, vermin…” he sneered, finally abandoning his pursuit of me. Standing still, his voice dripped with menace. “…But your luck ends here.” Throwing his head back, he let out an ear-splitting screech that felt like a thousand bats clawing at my brain. In an instant, a dim crimson orb enveloped him, growing larger and larger. Through its eerie glow, I watched as his body swelled grotesquely. Thick wings sprouted beneath his arms, his fangs elongated, and his elegant attire shredded apart as his muscles expanded. Even his slender rapier transformed, morphing into a monstrous blade taller and heavier than any axe. His face contorted horrifically, yet bore an expression of twisted ecstasy, making him all the more terrifying.

When the transformation concluded, Menewal opened his eyes—now glowing with an ominous red light filling their entire sockets.

"You’ll pay for your arrogance!" roared the newly enlarged vampire lord, raising his colossal sword and charging straight at me.

Wasn’t this just unfair? Those two skeletons were taken down by Clado and the others—shouldn’t they be the ones facing consequences if anyone was guilty of hubris? What did I ever do to deserve this relentless vendetta?

In the span of a heartbeat, I silently cursed the unreasonable bastard dozens of times, but there was nothing left to do except raise my shield in defense. That single blow nearly cleaved me in half, or so it felt, as waves of agony coursed through my left side after barely deflecting the attack.

Yet indignation fueled my resolve. Seizing the brief moment when he stumbled, I retaliated with several swift slashes to his thigh. Simultaneously, one of Black Aurora’s fireballs exploded across Menewal’s chest. Sensing an opening, Long Triangle and the others closed in, surrounding the towering vampire.

Throughout my adventures—not only then, but for years afterward—I harbored a nagging question: Why did these overwhelmingly powerful adversaries, these fearsome tyrants commanding legions of destruction, insist on inflating their size as though advertising themselves as easy targets?

To me, bigness and strength were never inherently linked. If these titans of power chose to shrink themselves to human proportions, they’d remain formidable even with halved strength—and far harder to hit. Gigantism typically meant slower movement and greater vulnerability, despite increased raw power. Had Menewal stayed humanoid, catching him would have been near impossible. Without a clear target, no amount of destructive force could land effectively—as evidenced by Black Aurora’s earlier failures.

Now, however, we no longer struggled to find our mark. This vampiric behemoth stood rooted like a stubborn post, presenting himself as a perfect bullseye. Missing him would take monumental incompetence—the kind only Elegant Strings might manage. Thankfully, he wasn’t present to embarrass us further.

Sometimes, you can’t help but feel grateful that villains like the Apocalyptic King and his cunning yet foolish minions fail to grasp this simple truth. If they had, Falvy Continent might have fallen centuries ago.

This battle tested patience above all else. The health bar above Menewal’s head stretched absurdly long, almost matching his current height. Worse still, he frequently employed a defensive spell called Blood Armor, which dulled our weapons’ impact and obscured any visible sign of damage.

Fortunately, his intelligence seemed inversely proportional to his size. He rarely used offensive magic, occasionally relying on an enhanced version of Blood Drain. I couldn’t fathom why he favored such an inefficient spell—it drained life slowly, was easily interrupted, and often yielded negligible results. Unlike Blood Spike, which struck swiftly and decisively, Blood Drain felt tedious and unreliable.

More often, he relied on brute force, swinging his cumbersome greatsword with reckless abandon. More often than not, I bore the brunt of his wrath. Each clash sent shockwaves through my body, chipping away at my life force while fracturing my shield closer to collapse. Yet his slow, laborious strikes worked in our favor. Given the sheer size of his weapon—a monstrosity rivaling a barn door—even his augmented physique required recovery time between swings.

Honestly, the fool never considered switching to something lighter and more practical. Had he done so, we’d already be skewered kebabs dangling from his blade.

The grueling fight dragged on endlessly until finally, Menewal’s health dropped below a quarter. Victory seemed tantalizingly close, igniting hope within me. But unbeknownst to us, the hardest part of the battle was only beginning.

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