Never fucking mind then.
A buddy of mine finally found a way for me to get over this goddamn problem.
Now all I need to handle now is the GODDAMN WRITER BLOCK.
Anyway, here's the new chapter to commemorate my return! YAY!
14xx/5/9
9th days since arrival…
I woke up early this morning, way too early.
The sun just raised on the horizon, its yellow eye peeked from the long line of green plains as the world starts to wake up slowly yet surely. The smell of cum was still prevalent, yet I felt a certain freshness long since unheard ever since I step a foot in this wretched land.
The birds are singing; the flowers are also blooming. And somewhere up in the mountain, a little girl is yelling my name in desperation. Others cannot hear the scream, but I clearly heard her throughout the night. I cannot wait any longer, yet I cannot rush in underpowered and underequipped.
I packed my item back into my bag, which is quite easy considering most of my stuff was already inside. A simple meal from my MRE fills my stomach quite well for the duration. After witnessing and hearing the threat posed against me I cannot afford to leave anything behind.
My bag was heavy with iron powder, and I have just the right person to ask for…
I cannot trust myself to stay in Pornof, not after the cold-blooded murder of one of their members by my hand yesterday.
Before I leave Pornof I decided to buy quite a lot of black powder compound for my grenades as well as some other chemicals to make napalm and flashbang. I also bought some powder to make some smoke bomb too; I need all the edge I can get.
Unfortunately, they sell nothing that can deflect magic; therefor I have to search it somewhere else. The blacksmith was not helpful; he said that he knows nothing about such item. He says it would be much better to ask a much more magic-oriented blacksmith.
With all that said and done, I bid farewell to the folks of the shops and warped toward the blacksmith at Iliasburg as I believe that he has much more proficiency in heavy metal than a small fairy. Again, I still cannot remove the tiny pessimism in my mind despite seeing Logic made huge backflip and raped the arse of improbability to create tiny baby Chaos and Insanity in the past eight days.
I asked of him to create me a simple set of pipe bombs for me to craft bomb with. A simple cylindrical tube with a stopper as my fragmentation grenades. For the flashbang, I told him to make the same design, except the cylinder has several holes lined at the side in linear design, which he would cover with any kind of linen. This way the flashbang can detonate and blind people, except without any potential fragmentation from bursting the pipe itself. Napalm and smoke bombs would use the same design too. I also ordered quite a substantial amount of ammunition for my future combat.
No such luck in Iliasburg; no item can help me to deflect magic. Plus, I don't want to buy some expensive jewellery I potentially don't need. Iron gauntlet is way too heavy for me to use. I don't need any cloak or cape at all. There's a huge chance that some asshole would trip on it, or even choke me with it.
I would be that asshole that trips on his own cape.
Using Harpy feather, I teleported to Happy village to ask the fairy. She knew a lot about magic!
She did. She decides to imbue my hoodie with the power to deflect magic. She said that it would only works around 50 per cent of the time, like a 50-50 chance of me dying because the hoodie thought it would be a good time to just accept the magic damage like a tool.
While my motto said that I should accept this as a norm, I still cannot put my faith toward magic. Even though my employer taught me some back in my home I still trust machinery over transient faith.
I can use basic magic, but I still trust bullets more than a fireball.
Anyway, that should cover my magic deflecting equipment requirement. I believe the hideout would contain several spellcaster, hence the reason to try to counter their attack. I love to see them try to outdodge a bullet travelling around 600RPM with their magical ability. Or maybe they are like the Youkai's at home, which dodging magical bullets are the norm of the land.
My bullets are not magical, and they are invisible.
Falls come after pride, so I would not take my chance.
Anywhoo, waiting for the blacksmith to complete my product would take a long time, so I'll do what I do best in the meantime, explore.
I am a bit sick of backtracking, but it cannot be helped. Using my Harpy feather, I teleported back to the mines and explore the area around the enemy base. From what I gather from my investigation, it was a well-hidden base deep underground with its entrance hidden by several clump of rocks and bushes. Compare this against the harsh rocky environment of the mountain; one would require some serious luck or guidance to find this entrance by chance.
The mountain was a harsh, arid land with steep mesa and sharp, craggy stones that tower above many other different stone. Hidden behind every stone, there's a few plant that took shelter against the relentless sun. Their leaves sway unnaturally despite having no gust of wind at all. Taking heed on an advice I heard from a merchant back in Iliasville, I leave them be.
Hidden behind a simple rock and being a few kilometres away, I used my sniper rifle to observe the enemy pattern and movement. I choose s pot where two large rocks were leaning onto each other, creating a makeshift roof. Another plant was at the mouth of the cave, allowing me to hide myself behind the bush. The plant was uncooperative, swaying all by itself despite the element. In the end I just collected a few dead bush and stones to mask my presence. The position is about 6 meters higher than their position, allowing me to have a bird's eye view of the place.
So far, nobody actually went out or into the cave at all. Being a sniper requires an essence of patience and rigid concentration. One wrong move and I'm toast.
Anyway, I have been observing the damn cave for 3 HOURS straight. That was enough to strain my mind as it is. Plus, I also need to craft my bombs for the assault tonight. So I end my vigil for the day and returned to Iliasburg for ammo and bombs.
Performing reconnaissance mission, crafting bombs, planning assault…Who the hell am I? An explorer or fucking John Rambo?
After collecting my supply of bomb casing I decided to return to my sniper spot back at the mountain. It was a good spot to wait as my chemicals starts to set in as I mixed them together inside a simple pipe bomb. I don't need to add anything to my fragmentation bomb, as the fragment from the casing is enough to kill as the bomb explode. I just need to be mindful of shrapnel. I decided to make only 2 napalms, as it would be stupid to make an inextinguishable flame inside a fucking cave. Logic people, LOGIC.
All and all, I make 4 frag grenades, 4 flashbang and 2 napalms for my assault tonight. I also labelled the pipes by wrapping a piece of coloured cloth on each bomb. White for flashbang, red for napalms and nothing for good old fraggy.
Napalm is one hell of a synthetic firebomb, it sticks on your skin and won't come off until you die. The weapon was a favourite shock and awe incendiary weapon when during the Second World War. If you reader skipped your history class (or you are from an alternate universe where Hitler never existed) it is a war of global scale that involves every nation in the world against each other. As the name suggest, it has happened once. Before, the first world war happened because a rebel from a gang called the Black Hand decided to assassinate the Archduke of Austria and succeeded when his driver make a fucking mistake of taking the wrong turn at the wrong street at the wrong time. Just after the shot was taken, everything falls apart like dominos. One country declared war, and then they asked for their buddies to help them, increasing more participants in the huge conflict. Then the first one got spooked, and asked his buddy. His buddy helped, and then we got ourselves the major power of the world duking it out. Guess what? A Malay proverb once said that 'when two elephants fight, the frogs in the middle dies'. That fits the conflict very well. The other smaller nation has no part in the war, in the original insult, but their ally asked their help, and they were attacked, so they have no choice.
That's what happened when everybody was connected in a large spiderweb of international alliance; if one declares war, it means that they declared war to the whole world. Fucked up no?
And this is where it gets even worse; the First World War was described as one of the worst conflict in Human History, and it was even called the Great War to end every War. It didn't end anything. 21 years later, the Second World War happened, and shit hit the fan again. I didn't even remember the kill count of the First World War, except that it might be around 50 million casualties. And for what?
If you are reading this, I beseech you; do not declare war on whim, as the people under you would suffer. All that death, all that suffering can be averted if they worked harder on attaining peace. I know that war presents an instant chance of attaining glory or adventure. Believe me, there was none to be found here, except death and sorrow.
Why am I ranting about the World Wars?
Well, now you know how fucked up my world is. But if you scoffed at that number, I am sorry for your world state and hope that you can attain peace.
Anyway, napalm is a combination of gelling chemicals and gasoline. Back during the Second World War, they used synthetic rubber compound to make napalm fuel as the Japs has a monopoly on the natural rubber supply in Malaya, Indonesia, Vietnam and Thailand. But here, rubber is numerous and they are only used on certain equipment. To my surprise, I found quite a few pine trees which I can extract natural latex from. As because collecting latex is an arduous and time-consuming job I only collected enough to make only two.
Now you know how to make explosive and napalms. Hurray for you!
All right, this is getting annoying. I gotta write it down or else it would consume my mind. I have several questions that need answers. Why am I here? What role did I play in this world? Where am I? Am I in a wholly different dimension than my home? And if so, can I go back? No, the better question is would THEY let me go back? Who are they? Why did they do this? What is so important about this hero 'Luka'?
Who the fuck is Luka?
That's the question I have been asking for a while. Who the hell is he? Why is he important? Why did he look so fucking young? Why did the Rabbit do everything in her power to keep me AWAY from him, not until the time is right? When will the time is right? Judging from what happened along my journey; I believe that I am close to encountering him multiple times.
The echo in Pornof mines. The glimpse of the hero in Pornof's blacksmith. The recruitment of the heavenly Bandits a few days after my first encounter with them. I am closer than I thought, and sooner or later, I'll catch up with him.
Here's the thing though, why would she STOP me from helping out? Judging from my experience, I would be a very good addition to the team. I can do a lot of things that can help a budding warrior like him. Wouldn't it be much more beneficial if I joined up?
And second, why is he important? And if he was that important, why did she ask ME, of all people to help? I mean, there should be like a few overpowered dudes in several different timelines, why would they ask a normal human explorer to help out in a world of magic and monsters? Won't Merlin do a better job than me? Or hell, maybe just grab Morgana and be done with it?
And here's the kicker, how did they find us? Is our destiny intertwined? Is it my destiny to fell down this rabbit hole? And if so, why am I chosen? Why a certain individuals are not allowed to die, yet the others are free game? And if so, who are the chosen one? Who are the one I'm allowed to kill, and the one I should protect?
Who will they deemed expendable? Who will be allowed to die, who will not be allowed to die?
That scares me. Why would a few people be too important to die? How can I know which is which? Why, why would they consider a group of men to be 'expendable' when the others are invaluable? The ability to choose the one who has to die and who can live…it scared me.
That's all for now. I'll write down another entry once I go in tonight. Happy hunting me.