Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Hey, Hey! You Slutty Tree Bitch!! How Many Times Have You Gotten Knocked Up?! Those Sturdy Fruits Are Dangling All Over Your Branches!!!
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Pop pop pop pop pop...
The gatling gun spat out red and black ink bullets before grinding to a halt.
They plopped weakly onto the ground—hardly worthy of being called bullets.
"Ugh... The power of the moon and darkness inside me is fading..."
"H-Hecate?"
Click...
The magnificent gatling gun reverted to its fountain pen form in an instant.
This island sucked up every last drop of mana.
Mana exhaustion was especially fatal for Constellations.
"Kim Taeyang...! What the hell did you do?!"
"Why are you bitching at me? Ask your Constellation."
Hecate was bleeding red ink.
"This island has the power to drain mana... Seed of Darkness... Do something... I'm seriously gonna die..."
Constellations couldn't die.
They just suffered.
So this was just whining.
"What should I do?!"
"Bring me a gem that resembles the moon's pupil, or an artifact adorned with such jewels..."
"What does that even mean...?"
"Mana stones or artifacts that channel mana... Haah..."
A hero's body ran on mana but followed the basic laws of life.
No mana didn't mean they'd flop around helplessly.
But Constellations were different.
They moved thanks to mana.
No mana meant exhaustion.
"Hey. Can't miss this scene without eye juice? Lucky for you, I've got a spare artifact."
I pulled out a ring embedded with a mana stone.
Brought it just in case.
The beachside full set was mana-infused artifacts too, but giving them to Hecate would just get them wrecked.
"Hand it over!"
?"
Lena lunged at me roughly.
Didn't this girl know how to ask nicely?
"Hey, hey! Is that how you ask for help?! You immoral sow...!"
"Help? Don't make me laugh. Hand it over now!"
"What the hell's your problem, you freebie-chasing slut?! You think I'm handing it over?! Huh?!"
"Pass it over if you don't wanna die, you bastard!"
She clearly planned to snatch the ring.
Fair enough.
Right now, I looked like easy prey.
No decent weapons, no Constellation backup.
Left Pomi and Kkubul behind due to mana exhaustion risks.
But this island didn't just drain Constellation mana.
Heroes' mana too.
Whoosh—
Lena swung her fist.
It looked slow and feeble.
Thwack!
Her tiny fist got swallowed in my massive palm.
"Pathetic punch like that can't even tickle."
A hero's superior physique came from mana.
So on this island, raw physical prowess was king...!
"You thought that scrawny twig body could take me?! Hilarious bitch!"
"Eek—?!"
I grabbed Lena and hoisted her up like a barbell.
"L-Let go! My skirt's flipping up...!"
"Freebie-loving slut like you can flash your panties for free!"
Dared to steal from this body?
Time to show her the terror of pure muscle!
"Hup!! Sow helicopter spin!!! Sow chopper!!!"
I spun her body around like a circus trick.
"Aaah! D-Dizzy!!"
"So what're you gonna do about it?!!!"
"Put me down...! I'll pay any price...!!"
"Should've said that sooner...! Hup...!!!"
I slammed her waist-first into the sand.
Her head sank thunk! into the soft beach.
"......"
Pain or humiliation—she stayed like that for a bit.
She yanked her head out, brushed off the sand, and glared at me.
"Disgusting bastard... Just tell me what you want!"
"Sow declaration, duh? Say it on camera like a sow!"
"You think I'd be your toy again?!"
"Huh?"
'Again'?
Guess Lena and Kim Taeyang had history...
Ex-girlfriend, maybe?
"Hey! No sow declaration, no artifact!!"
Lena looked seriously thrown off by my words.
"Y-You need my help to get out of this dungeon too...?"
"What bullshit? I'm all set."
Couldn't resist bragging.
Pulled out my gear right away.
"Slick jungle knife!"
Small but sharp as hell.
"Turbo lighter with killer firepower!"
Fire's essential.
"Sturdy water purifier!"
No water, dead in three days.
"Gut-busting protein bar!"
Perfect emergency rations.
"Fully charged power bank!"
Smartphone pre-loaded with deserted island survival guides.
Basic, but I was prepped for castaway life.
"Why the hell do you carry that stuff...?"
"Huh? You a patrol virgin or what? Dungeons are random—you gotta pack basics as patrol duty! You're the idiot for skimping!!!"
On this island, I was top dog.
Hate it? Shove a cactus up your ass and apologize.
"......"
Finally got it—she shut up.
But that fragile pride lingered.
"Hecate. I'll scout the area. Hang in there."
Planned to survive without my help.
Tough road chosen.
"Hweee... Mana stooone......"
But Lena missed something key.
Constellation mana exhaustion tanked affinity with their hero fast.
Left alone, their bond sours.
Good for me.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 'This bastard... Really forgot me?'
The more she thought, the madder she got.
Didn't even remember 'European sow'?
Childhood memories just hers alone?
Swallowing her rage, Lena plunged into the woods.
"S-Seed of Darkness... It's too much... "
"Just hold on."
"Go back to that guy now... Get a moon-pupil gem..."
"No way. We'll get out soon. Wait."
"Forget the past... Please...! Mmph!"
Lena pocketed the pen.
Hecate's voice muffled to static.
'Clear the dungeon, done.'
Lena was a student but battle-hardened.
Couldn't count her experiences on fingers and toes.
Already famous with Seol Ha-jung and Kuma—natural confidence in clears.
In the student council party, she handled dungeon strategies.
Had a plan for this deserted island too.
'No mountains. Climb a tall tree, gauge the island size first.'
Found a suitable tree.
Hero bodies were superior—even tool-less, they climbed like monkeys.
"Ack...!"
Except on this mana-less island.
Scraped hands for nothing—Lena regrouped.
'Stay calm... Size doesn't matter. Gotta search every inch anyway. Mark trees with stones, move methodically.'
Grabbed a small rock, jabbed the bark.
Pik...!
Startled at her own strength.
'Weak as hell...!'
Her arms were soft.
Slender, just enough muscle for survival.
Even marking bark was tough.
'Fine... Body sense intact. Hunt weak beasts, farm artifacts. Put out the fire first.'
Dungeon monsters sometimes dropped artifacts.
One would quiet Hecate's whining.
If it weren't a deserted island.
'No monsters!?'
Not even goblins.
Motto here was 'survival'.
Clueless Lena regrouped.
'Don't panic... Find chests. Yeah! No monsters means chests! Golden ones clear dungeons! Even normal ones have survival goodies!'
She wandered about three hours.
Chests found:
'None!! Nothing here!!!'
Zero.
Impatience building.
Heat soaked her uniform shirt in sweat.
'Dehydration soon... Water first...'
No potable streams.
Fruits around, but unknown meant food poisoning risk—passed.
Then.
Finally, Lena spotted something suspicious.
'This...?!'
About ten trees toppled in an area.
Like hiding something inside.
'Chest! Definitely a chest!!'
Chests often hidden obviously.
Excited Lena started shoving trees.
"Nngh...!"
Frail body struggled to budge them.
'Miss that gorilla Kuma...'
Kuma handled this usually.
Nearly engineering for her now.
"Done...!"
Success—Lena cheered unwittingly.
Victory short-lived.
"This... a doll...?"
Inside: stuffing-leaking sloth doll.
Or trash.
No mana—definite junk.
"Uwaaaaaah!!!!"
Thud!
Furious punch at tree.
Tree fine.
Her fist hurt.
Gurgle—
Stomach growled from exertion.
"Damn... If only I'd packed tools..."
Thought no dungeon events—patrolled empty-handed. Regret kicking in.
Mid-regret replacing Seol Ha-jung.
Swish—
White fluff hopped from bushes.
Wild rabbit.
'Food!! Gotta catch it!!!'
Lena chased dinner.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Hey, hey! You slutty tree bitch!! How many times have you gotten knocked up?! Those sturdy fruits are dangling all over your branches!!!"
Deserted islands had fruits.
Only blue ones safe to eat—looked inedible otherwise.
Grabbed a few, headed to treasure spot.
Hmm.
Tough matching game images...
But doable.
Tons of hidden chests.
Just not obvious.
Like this sloth doll trash.
Attach to branch and...
Kieeek—!
Shatter!
Chest pops out!
Supposed to be tree-covered though?
Lena cleared it?
Whatever—lucky!
"Whoa~ Fluffy milk bread and sticky strawberry jam!!"
Chest loot: food.
Always top quality, no spoilage worry.
Dinner sorted.
Breakfast too.
Found stagnant puddle nearby.
Beach bottles and purifier secured drinking water.
Heading back to base camp.
Hop!
Plump rabbit spotted—no chase.
Game choice [Follow rabbit] just drains stamina, fails hunt.
Without hero physique, hunting wild game inefficient.
"Hup! YouTube house-building time...!!"
Built shelter with pre-learned method.
First try sloppy, but knowledge made it decent.
Palm leaves for roof, floor padded...
"Pretty cozy, huh?!!! Hey!!! Was I born to build houses?!!! Loving sweat-earning labor!!!! Hey!!!!"
Satisfying fun.
No overthinking—just self-sufficient life. Romantic?
Knowing escape in 30 days helped.
Sprawled inside, munching jam bread.
Sunset.
Step...
Lena returned.
Rough shape.
Stockings torn, jacket filthy.
Half-unbuttoned shirt sweat-soaked.
Scratches everywhere—bushes, branches probably.
"Hey! Don't thrash like a rag— no meds here!!"
"Mind your business..."
No house—crouched under palm for rest.
No building planned?
Cold night ahead...
Whatever—near death, she'll come.
Munch munch.
"Strawberry jam bread delish!!!!! Super delish!!!!!!!"
Devouring happily—thunder rumbled.
Groooowl— grrrgl—!
Source: Lena's gut.
"Kukuku. What was that?"
"W-What?!"
"Don't play dumb? So loud birds flew off."
"Shut up with the bullshit!"
"You a girl? How's a female belly make excavator noises? Kukuku. Do it again. Hilarious. Kkkk."
Lena glaring.
At me... or bread?
"Hey. Hungry? Dance funny, maybe share a bite."
"Shut up. Tomorrow I find boss or golden chest and bail."
Boss? Golden chest?
None exist, Lena.
30 days trapped even if you die~
Crunch—!
Shoved whole bread in mouth.
"......"
Lena finally looked away.