Otaku Translation: Lone Adventure V4C17

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Chapter 17: The Telescope Blueprint (Part 1)

As someone who had just been resurrected after being poisoned to death by his own skill, Long Triangle presented a dilemma: how were we supposed to react? I wanted to express genuine sympathy for his misfortune, but seeing his utterly dejected and pitiful expression made it nearly impossible not to smirk.

“I sacrificed my life for the sake of saving the world! Shouldn’t you at least show some admiration?” Long Triangle grumbled, glaring at our faces frozen in poorly concealed amusement.

“Mm-hmm…” We nodded vigorously, pretending to agree while desperately hiding our snickers behind strained expressions.

“If admiration is too much to ask, couldn’t you at least offer condolences for my personal tragedy?” he pressed through gritted teeth, clearly irritated by our odd reactions.

“Ahem… cough, cough…” It was as though we’d all suddenly contracted tuberculosis, breaking into fits of loud hacking. Amid the cacophony, muffled snorts of laughter still managed to escape, betraying our futile attempts to hold back.

“Forget it! Stop holding it in—you bastards might as well laugh already!” Finally fed up with our awkward stares, Long Triangle exploded in frustration.

His words were a relief. If we’d kept suppressing our laughter any longer, I feared my stomach muscles would have cramped from the effort. As we doubled over in uncontrollable guffaws, Long Triangle muttered darkly under his breath, “Hope you all choke on your giggles…”

After expressing our heartfelt appreciation for our brave yet unfortunate companion in the most appropriate way possible—by laughing until tears streamed down our cheeks—we eagerly gathered together to inspect the spoils of our final battle.

First, we each claimed our share of the "Lost Chapters of the Holy Codex." Then, with great anticipation, we turned our attention to Menewal’s desiccated corpse. For the leader of a vampire clan, Menewal was embarrassingly frugal. Besides seven gold coins and a few mundane potions, the only item of value we found was a shoulder piece called the "Scavenger's Pauldron," which increased vitality, mana, and magical resistance. Clearly designed for spellcasters, this cloth armor held little appeal for warriors like me. In the end, Longbow Sunshot graciously handed it over to Black Aurora.

While its stats were decent, the pauldron’s design left much to be desired. Reflecting the vampires’ warped sense of aesthetics, it sat lopsided on Black Aurora’s shoulders—higher on one side, lower on the other, jutting forward awkwardly in front and sticking out unevenly in back. Tattered tassels dangled haphazardly, making it look like a beggar’s patched-up coat with a mop head tied to it.

Even for a rough-and-tumble human warrior like myself, wearing such an eyesore in public would take monumental courage. And poor Black Aurora—an elegant elven mage—looked absolutely miserable as he stared at the pauldron’s enticing attributes, steeling himself before reluctantly donning it. Watching him, I half-seriously considered handing him a broken wooden staff and a chipped bowl; they seemed oddly fitting companions for his new ensemble.

Compared to their impoverished master, however, the two giant skeletal guardians summoned by Menewal proved far more rewarding. From the shattered remains of one skeleton, we unearthed a helmet named the "Skull of Willpower." Not only did it provide solid defense and boost vitality, but it also enhanced the wearer’s focus and willpower, improving accuracy in combat and offering resistance against certain mental spells.

This helmet would’ve suited me perfectly, and both Long Triangle and Clado agreed to let me have it. But ultimately, I passed on the tempting piece of gear because another discovery caught my eye—a blueprint titled "Design for a Telescope."

When Longbow Sunshot first uncovered the blueprint, he shouted with excitement, mistaking it for a weapon schematic. Moments later, his enthusiasm deflated when he realized its requirements: Alchemy or Engineering skills of level five or higher.

Disappointed, the dwarf weapon crafter handed the blueprint over, muttering, “Does anyone need this? If not, let’s sell it and split the money!”

My Alchemy skill had hit a plateau, stuck at level five for what felt like ages. Simple ingredient modifications and synthesis tasks no longer granted experience points. To me, this blueprint was like a cool breeze on a scorching summer day—perfect timing.

“Give me the blueprint,” I said, taking it from Longbow Sunshot. “I’ll pass on the helmet—I specialize in Alchemy.”

“What?!” Longbow’s jaw dropped so low it nearly scraped the ground. “Hardly anyone picks up that insane skill. I thought I’d never meet anyone crazy enough to learn it in my lifetime, and here you are!”

Long Triangle, upon learning I practiced Alchemy, sucked in a sharp breath and scrutinized me with wide-eyed astonishment.

“What’s the big deal?” I asked, baffled by their reactions. “It’s just a basic crafting skill. Why are you guys acting like this is earth-shattering news? Don’t you all have crafting skills?”

“Whether it’s basic or not, I can’t say…” Long Triangle hesitated, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “…All I know is that a friend of mine enthusiastically chose this skill once, only to discover the introductory lesson taught him how to make nuclear bombs. He promptly deleted his character and started over.”

Nuclear bombs? The unfamiliar term reminded me of concepts Professor Edgeville had mentioned during my first Alchemy lecture—radioactive transformations, fission, fusion, chain reactions. With the rudimentary knowledge I currently possessed, it wasn’t hard to imagine creating something akin to those legendary cataclysmic spells capable of leveling cities.

“Jeff, if you ever manage to build a nuke, we’ll team up, toss it into a dungeon, and obliterate everything in sight. Instant level cap achievement—ahahaha!” At the mere mention of destructive weapons, Longbow Sunshot’s eyes gleamed with unhinged excitement.

“Longbow, I’m starting to think you’re in the wrong profession,” Long Triangle remarked solemnly. “With your twisted imagination, you’d thrive in a terrorist organization bent on world domination. If Osama bin Laden had even half your madness…”

“The White House and Pentagon would’ve been reduced to rubble long ago!” Longbow boasted smugly.

“No, he’d have been hunted down and executed a hundred times over—if his IQ matched yours.” Long Triangle delivered this verbal bucket of cold water with deadpan precision.

I didn’t care who Osama bin Laden was or which king owned the White House and Pentagon. All I knew was that the telescope blueprint now belonged to me without dispute. With it in hand, I considered this underground tomb expedition a resounding success.

We escorted young Philipe safely out of the Woodland Mausoleum, swiftly dispatching the lingering vampire spawn lurking near the entrance. Emerging from the forest, the boy finally basked in sunlight, restoring a hint of color to his pale face.

On our way to Valor Fortress, Philipe thanked us formally—his manners impressively mature for his age—and extended an invitation to visit his home whenever we had time. Then, with a cheerful bounce in his step, he ran off toward the fortress gates alone.

Even without the invitation, I’d planned to visit anyway. After all, Prosecutor Faseli still owed me ten gold coins. To be honest, had I known this mission involved facing foes as formidable as Marquis Menewal, I’d have demanded double the reward. Still, looking at Philipe’s gaunt, pallid features, I decided to cut the grieving father some slack.

Outside the gates of Valor Fortress, we disbanded our temporary adventuring party. My companions scattered to attend to their respective affairs: Black Aurora mentioned needing to “sleep,” Clado seemed intent on “meditating,” Long Triangle vaguely indicated he needed to “have a rest,” and Longbow Sunshot babbled something incomprehensible in dwarvish about “眠る” (nemuru). One by one, these busy individuals bid me farewell and vanished into thin air, departing this plane of existence.

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