Otaku Translation: Honey Badger's Streaming Life C163

Please support the translation by reading the translation and commenting on otakutl official site.

Thank you.

Everyone from Otaku Translation

Chapter 163: All Set, But the Wind's Too Strong

It was impossible to tell whether sandstorms were a regular occurrence on this stretch of the . If they weren’t, had to admit—the timing was suspiciously perfect.

The sheltered hollow he’d pointed out earlier sat at the base of ’s western slope, tucked neatly into a corner where the wind couldn’t reach. As the towering wall of dust from the east drew closer, hurriedly drove down the slope, crossed the shallow river, and parked in the designated spot.

There was no time to pitch a tent—and besides, with winds this fierce, staying in one would’ve been reckless.

“Ugh, if I’d known there’d be a sandstorm here, we should’ve just gone around!” Gu Lang muttered under his breath as he meticulously checked the car windows for gaps. Meanwhile, Wang Ping’s mind was already miles away, deep in thought about the vast expanse of desert outside.

“What if we turn back?” Gu Lang suddenly looked up at the , ostensibly seeking advice but really just thinking aloud. “The storm hasn’t hit us yet. It’s only been an hour since we crossed the . If we climb over the pass now, we can avoid it entirely. We could even camp again at last night’s spot or take the other route around .”

“Not bad…” The honey badger smirked faintly, his tone dripping with skepticism. “But what if sandstorms are a daily thing here? Or what if the other route is blocked?”

Catching the unspoken implication in the honey badger’s gaze, Gu Lang faltered, his confidence crumbling.

Before he could finish his sentence, a deafening whoosh sounded behind them. The interior of the car plunged into darkness as the world outside disappeared beneath a suffocating haze of gray.

“Well…” Gu Lang sighed, shaking his head. “Guess we’re not going anywhere now.”

In the live stream chatroom, chaos erupted. Thanks to the external camera mounted on the passenger-side mirror, viewers watched in awe as the approaching sandstorm swallowed everything in its path. Paired with the simultaneous footage from inside the car, the overwhelming force of nature felt almost palpable.

Gu Lang picked up the tablet from the dashboard and held it up to show the scenes unfolding beyond each window.

For those who’d never experienced such weather firsthand, it was hard to imagine being enveloped by a dense fog-like shroud of swirling sand. The sheer scale of it defied comprehension.

“This is terrifying! Let’s all remember to take better care of our planet…”

After some dry banter, realizing the storm wasn’t going to dissipate anytime soon, Gu Lang reclined the front seats and decided to catch a nap.

The tablet remained suction-cupped to the dashboard, angled toward the passenger seat. Most of Gu Lang’s viewers were loyal fans of the honey badger anyway, so nobody batted an eye when their streamer dozed off beside them.

Perhaps it was only during moments like these—when Gu Lang blissfully snoozed without interruption—that he truly appreciated the honey badger’s antics, rather than resenting how much attention he stole.

As Gu Lang’s gentle snores filled the car, the livestream audience watched as Wang Ping retrieved the blanket used by the wolf pup.

“See? Boss really cares about Gu Lang,” one commenter noted.

“That pet’s practically human—it knows to cover its master!”

“No, you’ve got it backward. That’s the owner looking after their pet.”

Before the internet philosophers could finish debating, the honey badger flicked his paw, tossing the blanket forward to drape over the entire dashboard—including the tablet.

“Whoa!”

“Wake up, Gu Lang!”

“The camera’s covered!”

“Quick, does anyone have the streamer’s WeChat? Someone warn him!”

“Mods! Where’s the Mods?! Get out here!”

Meanwhile, having successfully obscured the tablet, Wang Ping snatched Gu Lang’s phone from the center console and pressed the power button, shutting it down.

With both Gu Lang and the wolf pup sound asleep—the latter gently rocked into slumber by the honey badger’s careful nudging—the car fell silent save for the rhythmic hum of Gu Lang’s snoring and the relentless howl of the wind outside.

But just as Wang Ping eagerly scrambled to retrieve the from the backseat, realization dawned, and a wave of frustration washed over him.

All systems were go, sure—but this damned wind was far too strong.

Under normal circumstances, Wang Ping’s plan had been straightforward: while Gu Lang camped safely outside the Gobi, Wang Ping would use the drone to scout the area once night fell. If nothing unusual turned up, great; if poachers were spotted, he’d sabotage their operations. And if he happened upon his teammates? Well, maybe he’d get lucky enough to spy on them.

But now, staring at the roaring winds and impenetrable haze outside, Wang Ping found himself at a loss.

The drone was out of the question—it’d be blown halfway across the desert before it could stabilize. On foot, however, Wang Ping’s short legs would leave him hobbling in agony within minutes.

Glancing wistfully at the sleeping , Wang Ping sighed. If only the pup were older…

Wang Ping had to admit that coming to had been impulsive for both Gu Lang and himself. Especially for him—he hadn’t given much thought to what exactly he hoped to accomplish once they arrived. Caught up in the heat of the moment, he’d convinced Gu Lang to tag along.

Now that they were actually here, with an opportunity to approach the mission zone, Wang Ping felt unexpectedly powerless.

In the end, he was just a honey badger.

“If only Gu Lang could help…” Wang Ping lamented, stroking the box containing the drone as he gazed at the drooling, oblivious man beside him.

Just then, the honey badger’s ears twitched. Rising slightly, he peered out the window. Amidst the cacophony of wind, the distant rumble of an engine seemed to grow louder—though distorted by the upwind position, making it difficult to discern.

“A vehicle approaching?”

Wang Ping bolted to the rear door, pressing his ear against the glass. Sure enough, faint motor sounds emanated from the west.

The was parked near the valley entrance, and Wang Ping worried briefly about what might happen if the newcomers were poachers. But almost immediately, another thought struck him—an opportunity.

Darting to the rear door closest to the mountainside, Wang Ping unlatched the lock and cracked the door open just wide enough to slip through. Before the storm could flood the car with dust, he darted out, quickly slamming the door shut behind him.

Outside, the acrid smell of earth assaulted his nostrils, and the world dissolved into a swirling gray void. Opening his mouth even slightly felt like eating dirt. Instinctively, Wang Ping waved his paws and spat twice before scurrying underneath the car and emerging in the middle of the valley entrance.

Turning back to glance at the Jeep, all he could make out was a vague silhouette shrouded in dust. The once-black vehicle had transformed into a dusty beige lump, indistinguishable from the rocks scattered across the landscape.

Satisfied that the car was well-hidden, Wang Ping turned his attention westward. After nearly five minutes, a blurry shape emerged—a slow-moving off-road vehicle trudging steadily forward.

As it drew nearer, the outline clarified: a heavily modified . Like Gu Lang’s Jeep, it was coated in a thick layer of dust, save for the windshield, which intermittently cleared thanks to the wipers’ relentless swipes.

Even through the haze, Wang Ping’s sharp eyes caught sight of the driver—a foreign face.

“Heh, got you.”

At this sensitive time, braving a sandstorm to venture into this remote location—if this guy didn’t have something to hide, Wang Ping would not believe it.

Please vote for this novel at

https://www.novelupdates.com/series/honey-badgers-streaming-life/

If you would like to support this translation, you may choose any one of the options below.

Tier 1: 20 Advance chapters

Access fee $3.00 Monthly