Otaku Translation: Honey Badger's Streaming Life C124

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Chapter 124: Is This Amber?

"Boss... ugh... you still... bleh..."

Gu Lang's voice came from behind, but Wang Ping, sprawled on the ground, couldn’t make out a single word. His ears were filled with the sound of Gu Lang retching, which was making him feel nauseous as well.

At this moment, one could say that the little badger was as miserable as he could possibly be.

Forget about the wounds and bloodstains—for now, his body was covered in layers of sweat mixed with sticky pine resin he’d picked up while scrambling through the trees. Add to that the dirt smeared all over him from previous scuffles, and he didn’t just look like a mess—he felt like one too. The gashes on his skin had started itching and swelling painfully, likely infected after picking up bits of debris during their earlier escapades.

"Wait, wasn’t there a river nearby…?"

Summoning what little strength he had left, Wang Ping pushed himself off the soft, uneven ground. He staggered toward Gu Lang, who was still doubled over vomiting, and gave his rear end a sharp slap before turning south toward the edge of the forest.

By this point, worrying about whether water would irritate his wounds seemed trivial compared to the risk of infection if he didn’t clean them properly. Behind him, Gu Lang stumbled along, trembling and retching with every step. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with snot; anyone seeing him would think he had been the one fighting bears.

Truthfully, at this stage, the poor livestreamer didn’t have anything left to throw up. His stomach was empty, even the bile long gone, leaving only involuntary spasms and drool dribbling uncontrollably from his mouth—a pitiful sight indeed.

They finally reached the riverbank, and before Wang Ping could step into the water, Gu Lang collapsed onto his hands and knees by the shore, dunking his head straight into the flowing stream. He gulped down mouthfuls of river water like a man possessed.

Seeing no other option, Wang Ping sighed inwardly and moved upstream. Avoiding where Gu Lang was drinking (and spitting), he waded into shallower waters to scrub away the grime caked onto his fur.

The river here was crystal clear—untouched by pollution, weeds, or mud. Golden sand and smooth pebbles lined the bottom. As Wang Ping lightly scrubbed himself, dark streaks of filth swirled downstream, heading directly toward where Gu Lang was rinsing his mouth.

"Cough..."

Wang Ping grimaced, shaking his head and pretending not to notice.

Though the sunlight had already vanished from the valley, the sky remained bright, dotted with large clouds drifting lazily overhead. A gentle breeze carried sounds from the surrounding mountains, blending with the soothing murmur of the river.

Taking a sip of the cool water, Wang Ping was surprised to find it subtly sweet, almost like tea. For some reason, this made him think of Grandma Sheng’s tea plantation back home.

If only they had a small bamboo table set up by the riverside, boiling this pristine water for tea. Sipping fragrant brews under the vast blue sky, watching the clouds drift by—it would be nothing short of heavenly.

Lost in thought, Wang Ping tilted his head upward, gazing dreamily at the sky. But then—

"Gurgle gurgle~~~ splish splash~~~~~ gargle gargle~~~~~ ptooey!"

The sound snapped him out of his reverie. Turning around, he saw Gu Lang scooping up handfuls of water to splash on his face—and casually blowing his nose into the river.

"For crying out loud... talk about ruining the mood..."

Annoyed, Wang Pip kicked at the surface of the water. Unfortunately, due to his short legs, the splash barely rose five centimeters high—not nearly as impressive as the cascade Gu Lang had just dumped over his own head.

Wang Ping glared but decided to let it slide—for now.

Just as he bent down again to continue cleaning himself, something caught his eye beneath the shimmering water. Nestled among the smooth stones lay a translucent object half-buried in golden sand. At first glance, it looked like an air bubble trapped under the surface.

"What’s that?"

Curiosity getting the better of him, Wang Ping leaned down, stretching his paw toward the mysterious item. The water here was nearly half a meter deep, so before his claws could reach the bottom, his entire head plunged underwater instead.

Under the rippling surface, the object became clearer. Its exposed portion glowed faintly yellowish-white, perfectly round and regular. Had it not been partially buried in the sand, it might have gone unnoticed entirely.

Reaching out, Wang Ping grabbed the object along with a fistful of sand. As the current washed the grains away between his fingers, he realized he was holding what felt like a bead.

Straightening up, he shook his head vigorously, flinging droplets everywhere.

"Whoa!"

A shout came from behind.

Turning, Wang Ping saw Gu Lang dodging the spray of water. Apparently, the guy had recovered somewhat, though his pale complexion suggested otherwise.

Ignoring him, Wang Ping dipped his paw back into the water, letting the remaining sand wash away. Then, raising his arm, he opened his palm to reveal a perfectly spherical, amber-hued bead resting on the tiny pad of flesh in his hand. Once removed from the water, its color deepened slightly.

Testing its hardness with a light squeeze, Wang Ping frowned. It wasn’t stone, nor did it feel like glass. Perhaps it was some kind of synthetic material?

Just as he considered tossing it aside, a flicker within the bead caught his attention.

Holding it up to the light, Wang Ping squinted closely. Encased inside the translucent orb was a delicate white flower, no larger than three millimeters across, with five delicate petals preserved forever in crystalline clarity.

"Huh? What did you find?"

Gu Lang, ever curious, shuffled closer, reaching out eagerly. "Let me see…"

"Back off!"

Wang Ping snatched the bead away, baring his teeth in warning.

"Hey! You’re bleeding!"

Gu Lang suddenly exclaimed, instinctively reaching out to touch the wound on Wang Ping’s forehead.

It was funny how human actions often contradicted their thoughts. While Gu Lang’s mind registered concern—"Oh, that must hurt"—his hand acted impulsively, testing the injury without hesitation.

Caught off guard, Wang Ping winced as Gu Lang’s rough fingers brushed against the raw cut.

"Ow!"

The sting sent spasms through his furry face, causing it to twitch involuntarily.

Flustered, Gu Lang retracted his hand immediately, patting his pockets awkwardly. "Uh... the first aid kit... uh... it’s... oh yeah, I left it back on the mountain..."

"Freaking idoit!"

Wang Ping shot him a glare, then reluctantly returned his gaze to the bead in his hand.

"Huh? There’s something inside?"

This time, Gu Lang kept his distance, squatting beside Wang Ping to peer at the object together.

"Wow, is that amber?" Gu Lang mused aloud, clearly pleased with himself for recalling obscure trivia. "I’ve heard that in forests full of pine trees, resin drips down and hardens over time, forming amber. Sometimes, it traps insects or other small creatures inside."

Amber was familiar enough to Wang Ping, but this piece seemed unusually uniform, flawless, and suspiciously artificial.

"Whatever. Let’s take it back. Maybe we can give it to Anna as a gift later," Wang Ping muttered absentmindedly, lifting his paw toward his waist. Instead of finding a pocket, however, his claws brushed against fur.

Wang Ping...

A wave of inexplicable melancholy washed over him.

"Hahahaha!"

On the riverbank, Gu Lang burst into laughter, collapsing onto the ground and pointing at Wang Ping. "Ha! So you won’t show me, huh? Forgot your fanny pack got left behind? Guess I’ll have to hold onto it for you. And when I do, I’ll look at it whenever I want!"

"You idiot! If you hadn’t dragged me around recklessly, I wouldn’t have lost it in the first place!"

Fangs bared, Wang Ping turned sharply, ready to unleash his fury. But then, Gu Lang froze mid-sentence, his expression morphing into one of sheer terror. The color drained from his face as he stared past Wang Ping.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

Following Gu Lang’s gaze, Wang Ping spun around. Not far downstream, a disheveled figure floated facedown in the water, carried lifelessly by the current.

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