Otaku Translation: Lone Adventure V4C16

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Chapter 16: Life is Precious (Part 2)

Though we weren’t lacking in courage to face our foe head-on, charging blindly into certain death against a creature capable of “one-shotting” us (as Long Triangle would say) wouldn’t be bravery—it would be sheer idiocy. Clado and I exchanged a glance, then simultaneously made the only sensible decision: we turned tail and ran like the wind.

Behind us, Menewal’s low growls echoed close enough to tickle our spines. In that moment, I found myself silently hoping—out of what I’ll call friendly concern—that my tauren companion might slip on something and take a tumble.

Clado’s large, luminous bovine eyes met mine with an almost affectionate glimmer, suggesting he harbored similarly ominous thoughts about me.

If Black Aurora were still alive, we’d have had a fighting chance. His ranged magical attacks could keep him safe from Menewal’s devastating melee prowess. All we’d need to do was keep the vampire lord occupied while Black Aurora whittled him down with spells. It was a solid plan—or it would’ve been, if the elf mage hadn’t thrown his life away so recklessly.

It’s often said that people only realize someone’s worth after they’re gone, and our mixed feelings of frustration and longing for Black Aurora stemmed precisely from this truth. I don’t know whether prolonged exposure to fire magic makes one reckless, but judging by Black Aurora’s disastrous performance, it seemed entirely plausible.

Longbow Sunshot, too, could cast some ranged holy spells, though compared to his melee combat abilities, they felt like trying to scratch an itch through thick gloves. After spending fifteen seconds casting a spell, the best he managed was a pitiful thirteen points of damage—and even that was a critical hit. Now I understood why Black Aurora used to mockingly refer to such paltry numbers as “thirteen points.” If I’d been the one responsible for such an embarrassment, I’d have died of shame right then and there. Yet Longbow showed no remorse, continuing to pepper Menewal with these laughable spells at a snail’s pace.

At this rate, by the time he finished off the monstrous vampire, weeds would’ve grown tall enough to shade my grave.

“Longbow, stop attacking and save your mana for healing!” Only when I heard Long Triangle’s voice did I realize I’d overlooked someone. Following the sound, I spotted a faint distortion of light in a corner ahead—a vaguely humanoid, translucent shadow creeping along in an undeniably sleazy manner, positioning itself squarely in our path of retreat.

When Menewal had transformed earlier, the orc rogue’s usual cunning had kicked in. Sensing danger, he’d vanished from sight just in time to avoid the vampire lord’s wrath.

“You fat thief, are you insane?! His attacks are too strong—I won’t have time to heal you!” Long Triangle’s suggestion sent the dwarf priest into a panic, shouting his objections loud and clear.

“Don’t judge my intelligence based on your thick skull! I’m not planning to fight him head-on! Just get your healing spells ready!” By the time he finished speaking, Clado and I had already sprinted past either side of Long Triangle’s hulking form. The corpulent orc rogue, now cloaked in invisibility, stood alone, facing the charging behemoth.

Just as Menewal was about to collide with Long Triangle, the rogue deftly sidestepped, letting the massive vampire barrel past. Then, pulling out his warhammer, he leapt onto the vampire’s back and delivered a resounding blow to the base of his spine.

The sneak attack worked—just as it always did. Like every other victim of the orc rogue’s ambush tactics, Menewal froze mid-stride, momentarily stunned by the blunt force trauma.

The strike dealt a mere seven points of damage, insignificant even given Menewal’s dwindling health pool. But this hammer blow was merely the prelude to Long Triangle’s scheme.

In the split second Menewal stood immobilized, Long Triangle whipped out his “Corpse Poison Dagger,” plunging it deep into the vampire’s back.

A geyser of blood erupted from the wound, siphoning off a staggering 152 points of health. The excruciating pain snapped Menewal out of his stupor, and he spun around, intent on punishing his sneaky assailant.

But Long Triangle was already fleeing, clutching his belly as he screamed over his shoulder, “Hurry up and heal me, damn it!”

I couldn’t understand why he was so desperate for Longbow’s healing—his health bar hadn’t taken a single hit yet. Before I could make sense of his panic, a sickly green “-22” floated above Menewal’s head, followed by a crimson “-44” hovering ominously over Long Triangle’s own.

We immediately grasped what was happening.

“Corpse Poison,” the dagger’s insidious secondary effect, inflicted continuous damage on both the target and the wielder—but the wielder suffered double the harm. While battles are often described as “inflicting a thousand wounds at the cost of eight hundred,” Corpse Poison took things to another level: “dealing a hundred twenty points of damage while losing two hundred fifty.” When we’d first encountered this skill, we’d laughed at its absurdity, dismissing it as more of a suicide technique than anything else. Little did we know how quickly it would prove its terrifying potential.

Though each tick dealt only around twenty points of damage, the cumulative effect over time was staggering. Within ten short seconds, Menewal’s health plummeted to near zero. Numbers flickered above his head in a ghastly green hue, their mere presence evoking the poison coursing through his veins.

Meanwhile, Long Triangle fared no better. Under Longbow’s frantic care, divine healing spells rained down on him like cheap oil lamps, one after another. Clutching fistfuls of various-sized health potions, he gulped them down with nauseated burps, looking moments away from vomiting. All the while, he staggered in circles around Clado’s Life Totem, dragging Menewal along behind him in a desperate bid to stay alive under the blessings of ancestral fertility worship.

Finally, the Corpse Poison reached its peak potency. As the last “-20” drifted upward, the colossal vampire lord ceased his struggles. His wicked existence came to an end.

“…How… how could this happen? These insignificant worms…” His eyes widened in disbelief, staring ahead as though gazing into the final resting place of his soul. But then, a feverish, frail smile crossed his lips. “…Too late… No one can stop… the arrival of Lord Darrendel…”

With those final words, he collapsed with a thunderous thud. His once-massive body shrank rapidly, shrinking to the size of an ordinary human. What remained resembled a mummified corpse—wrinkled skin, desiccated flesh, white hair covering his frame. It was barely recognizable as the fearsome figure he’d been moments ago.

Seeing his remains, I exhaled deeply. “It’s over. We finally did it.”

“Yes, it’s over…” Longbow Sunshot nodded solemnly.

“Bullshit! Bullshit! Over my dead ass! This isn’t over yet—you guys forgot about me!” Long Triangle suddenly roared, clutching his stomach. “Longbow, what the hell are you doing stopping? Keep healing me!”

Though Menewal was dead, the effects of Corpse Poison lingered within the orc rogue. Above his head, numbers continued to float upward: “-48,” “-44.” The rate of his health depletion seemed faster now than when the vampire was still alive.

“Well… there’s a small issue…” Longbow hesitated, pointing sheepishly at the empty blue bar above his head that represented his depleted mana. “…I’m out of mana…”

“What about potion reserves?” Long Triangle shouted hoarsely.

“That was the last bottle…”

At that moment, Clado’s Life Totem expired, collapsing with a dull thud. The protective blue aura surrounding the ground vanished instantly, and Long Triangle’s health began draining even faster.

“Oh shit! You guys aren’t messing with me, are you…?” Long Triangle stared despairingly at the empty vial of the last health potion in his hand, tears welling up in his eyes.

“You’ve got five seconds to leave a final message. Any last words?” Longbow quipped, half-jokingly. He tried to feign sorrow, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward, betraying his barely contained amusement.

“I think…” Long Triangle declared gravely, “…I can still… pull through…”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he keeled over, dead.

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