Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1101 - 214 Notepad

Chapter 1101: Chapter 214 Notepad

July 32nd, clear.

It’s only three days before we set off, and I can feel the tension mounting inside me. Even I can’t believe that I’ve agreed to join this mission. I must be insane to have committed to an expedition to the core area of the Forest of Death, let alone taking the route through the meandering woods. It’s practically suicide. Goddess Zerica above, why on earth did I agree to such a thing? If I had another chance to choose, I definitely, definitely, definitely might still agree to it.

The chairman’s words were indeed too tempting. The Forbidden Land of Living Souls, a mysterious realm unexplored in detail since the Third Epoch, yet we are permitted to conduct a thorough search within it after completing our mission, with no repercussions. And the ultimate goal—the relics of the Deities—my God, those are things no one in history has ever discovered. Scholars nowadays would go mad with joy discovering just a few characters of the Deities’ script. Should they learn what we are about to face—an entire relic—I’m quite sure they would die of excitement.

It’s too tempting, indeed too tempting. No hero, no leader, can surpass the historical significance of this discovery in Yarran History. As long as the mission is successful, my name, our names, will be etched into the history of the Yarran World, never to fade away.

Yes, given another chance, I would agree to it, even if it meant risking my life.

September 7th, torrential rain.

Damn that Lost Forest, damn this weather, damn the thunderstorms, and damn the bugs. I’ve never missed the Magical Beast Forest so much. Even though it’s so cold there that fingers could freeze off, and one might wake up stiff from the cold, it’s a thousand times, no, ten thousand times better than this damn Lost Forest. At least there weren’t these omnipresent bugs, nor the constant damp and sticky feeling all over one’s body. Although Lord Field always comforts everyone saying it will get much better once we reach the Elven Royal Court, I dare not believe that it would be much different from the forest outside.

Looking at it this way, one must admire the elves for having lived thousands of years in such a ghastly environment. No wonder they are innately stronger than humans. Damn, the rain’s getting heavier. Great Lord Yarra, why did you have to create rain when you made this world? Oh, my Goddess Zerica, my pancake has gone moldy. I have to deal with this. That’s enough for today.

"It’s such a pity. The body wasn’t handled carefully when buried, and most of the content is unreadable," Vivian, who spent her days immersed in magic experiments, said as she carefully turned each page of the specially-crafted sheepskin journal with her deft fingers. The greatest quality of sheepskin paper is its longevity, even in harsh environments. Unfortunately, the ink used for writing did not share this resistant quality. Decades had faded the ink, and many pages were no longer legible. Even the remaining readable content appeared very blurry, and some parts relied on guesswork to understand the text’s meaning. Vivian opened a new page and said as she read, "It seems we can confirm that he was part of the expedition team that included your grandfather, my elder sister. I hope he died after they had completed the mission. That way, we could uncover what truly happened back then."

September 14th, clear.

The rain has actually stopped, and it ceased the moment we entered the Elven Royal Court—is it just a coincidence? I asked the chairman and Lord Field, but they just smiled. It seems there’s some other reason, most likely an elven secret.

Speaking of which, elven girls are truly beautiful. Perhaps it’s time I settled down. Coming back to an empty home is rather lonely. But elves? That won’t do. Even a casual acquaintance is likely older than my great-grandmother. Besides, they wouldn’t marry someone from another race because of the lifespan difference. There’s a legend that the elves have a life-sharing ritual that allows them to average out their lifespans with another race when they fall in love, but it’s said that only those of Demigod strength can perform such a ritual. What a shame. Otherwise, choosing an elven girl as a wife wouldn’t be a bad idea at all.

Let go of these thoughts. I don’t stand a chance to advance to Demigod anyway. Perhaps after the mission succeeds, I can take advantage of the fame and wealth to find a beautiful girl to settle down with and retire to a comfortable life. That wouldn’t be a bad ending. Then I can get a big house in the Holy City, like Mr. Field’s residence, and buy a few villas to enjoy ordinary life. Ha, I really hope the mission goes well.

"Look, look, you moron Kyle, didn’t I tell you? One should not speak carelessly," Dillie said triumphantly to Pannis. "This person raised their flag so high, only to become a skeleton not long after. It looks like the rules of my hometown still apply here. Hahaha, think about how many flags you’ve set up yourself."

"When others can’t understand what you’re saying, your mockery is pointless, you idiotic mode of transportation," Pannis retorted, patting Dillie’s head dismissively. "And stop bringing up your hometown. You insisted last time that two metal balls of different weights would hit the ground simultaneously if dropped from a height, saying it was knowledge from your hometown—how did that turn out?"

"You bastard, that was because you cheated, using a Gravity Spell on one of them," Dillie roared in frustration. "Don’t think I didn’t notice, you damn scoundrel."

"Different weights, though," Pannis held up a finger and wagged it. "Using a Gravity Spell falls within the range of ’different weights,’ doesn’t it? That doesn’t count as cheating."

"Huh?" Dillie was taken aback, his mouth agape as he stood there dumbfounded for a long while before stuttering, "That seems... that seems to be right. Could it be that this is also a difference?"

"Hahahahaha, because that little green-skinned swindler also secretly cast a Slow Fall spell," Pannis suddenly burst into laughter, forcefully slapping Dillie’s back and gasping, "Slow Fall doesn’t care how heavy you are, it just slows down your fall, hahaha, I purposely covered his magical fluctuation with my own, and you, you big dummy, didn’t notice, hahaha... Ow, you bastard, biting me again? Are you declaring war? Today, I’m going to pluck every last mane hair from your neck."

"Stop messing around, can’t you see we’re trying to look at something here?" Like any focused mage, Vivian at work was terrifying, she glared angrily at the two, lowered her voice and roared, "Stop it, or if you touch my arm and damage the journal, you’ll be the ones to fix it."

Seeing the two idiots who had been scuffling freeze like children and sit down quietly, Vivian huffed and returned her attention to her notebook, softly reading the newly found legible entry aloud.

September thirty-third, rain.

It’s raining again, raining every day. The canyon we passed by last evening, when I looked back from a height today, was already submerged by the surging river water. Who knows why there’s so much rain here; is all the rain in the Yarran World focused in the Forest of Death? This damp weather is driving me crazy, I can’t take it anymore, I’m going right now to find William, I need him to prepare some water for me, I must take a bath.

"Is it really that unbearable?" Lina asked with some curiosity, "We haven’t encountered that much rain on our trip, have they just been really unlucky?"

"Because when Fula and I were working out the plan, we specifically chose the most recent period, which just happens to be when there’s less rainfall," Pannis explained, "If you wait another month, I bet you wouldn’t say the same, hehe. Just imagine, your clothes always damp, your backpack always reeking of a pungent mold smell, every step you take feels slimy inside your boots, and every night when you take your shoes off, the skin on your feet is all white and wrinkled from being soaked. Feel that, and you won’t doubt that poor guy’s misery anymore. How about it, want to give it a try?"

"Thanks, but you can keep that experience to yourself," Lina rolled her eyes and said with a pout, "Seems our luck isn’t that great either. Judging by the thickness of the pages used in this journal, his time wasn’t much left, which means, it’s very likely that he died on the way to the Core Area."

"It looks like it," Vivian turned a few more pages, pointing at the journal, and said, "Here, he got injured."

October tenth, clear.

That damn piercer, I curse it. Damn it, I’m injured. A moment’s carelessness, and I was pierced through the stomach by the spike on the mouth of the piercer, broke two ribs. Luckily, Veena’s healing spell was there, but the broken bones weren’t so fortunate. She said that I need to wait a few days for it to heal before treating it again to reattach them. It hurts so much.

"Two treatments?" Lina, propping her chin, thoughtfully whispered, "Sounds like the healing methods of the priests of the Life Moon, dual treatments within three days to allow broken bones to heal directly without needing a week or ten days to mend. Probably that priest named Veena worships the Silver Moon Goddess Mia, but that’s so unfortunate, no wonder he ended up dying from poison, the ability of Silver Moon priests to remove toxins is the weakest."

"So, he died," Vivian sighed, turning to the last page of the notes, "After this last page, he didn’t record anymore."

October twelfth.

I’m going to die. Everyone is comforting me, saying I’ll be fine, but I know I’m dying.

I can’t blame anyone else. Before we were about to enter the Wandering Woods, the pain in my ribs made me sit down to rest without checking the ground, which resulted in a Bloodline Snake biting me. Veena could only delay the onset of the poison but couldn’t remove the snake venom completely. Although the two clients said that once we’re in the Core, there’s a way to eliminate the poison for me, I think they’re just comforting me. In my current state, is it really possible for me to survive until we reach the Core? I doubt it. But the guild leader seems anxious, wanting to rush through the Forbidden Land of Living Souls to treat my wound. However, guild leader, I really can’t last that long.

Suddenly, I feel a bit of regret. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here after all. Are fame and money really that important to me? If I hadn’t come, I’d probably still be sitting in the Red Lips Bar right now, enjoying the admiring glances of those girls. Heh, but perhaps this is good too, after all, it’s the fate of an adventurer.

Goodbye, world, goodbye, my friends.