Everyone is Young Except for Me

Chapter 97

Translator: rainbowturtle

Editors: LD & Jyazen

My heart involuntarily beat faster the moment I saw the words. No, I didn't understand why this was here.

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is making a blank expression.]

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ says to go ahead and grab it!]

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ wants you to have Alexus’ Fork Spoon!]

This guy was making a lot of fuss. Indeed, I could understand why. From the beginning, it was Prometheus who had a lot of contact with Alexus. He traveled with Alexus, fought alongside him, and cooked with him. Prometheus had waited 500 years in the darkness for Alexus’ successor. Prometheus and Alexus were bound by a deeper bond than I thought.

“Father, this is...?” Kim Sujeong next to me seemed to notice.

I nodded. “Yes, I didn’t know it would be here.”

“Will you get this one?”

"Of course. Prometheus is clamoring. I have to get that.”

“Huhut. Then go and grab it.”

“I know.” I picked the spoon straight away.

[Alexus’ Fork Spoon]

[Rating: Legend

Durability: 300/300

Wearer Restrictions: Limited to a chef class.

Attack Power: 1~1

Workmanship stat +50

Sensory stat +50

-Gourmet’s Eyes (Active) (Cooldown Time: 30 minutes)

Use a hawk’s eyes to identify the target’s food ingredients. No target can escape a gourmet’s eyes.

-Sealed skill.

A fork spoon made from ‘Elbaprium,’ one of the legendary giant minerals.

Alexus, former king of Atlan, was an innovative thinker who combined a fork with a spoon.

Text was written at the end of the handle.

“A chef has nothing to fear from fire.” — Alexus A.]

I felt strange when I read the item window. It was really Alexus’ item that I knew. I didn’t know I would get this here.

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is looking at Alexus’ things with red eyes.]

[The fist star, ‘Raitra,’ is handing over a handkerchief.]

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is throwing away the handkerchief.]

[The firefly star, ‘Camille,’ is handing over a handkerchief.]

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is wiping his tears and blowing his nose.]

I hadn’t expected him to cry...

Kim Sujeong asked, “Do you like it? You must be disappointed because it is a spoon.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You know. Father is a strong chef, strong enough to use weapons, but this is just a spoon...”

“No, this is enough.”

“Indeed, isn’t it enough with your kicks? Huhut.”

In fact, I didn’t mean it that way but she was misunderstanding. Well, it was okay this way. Every member of the group picked what they wanted. Kim Sujeong picked a ring that boosted her health while Gyeonso Dragon got a pair of gloves with good attack power. Finally, Drain...

“Demit! There is nothing I like! Shet!”

It seemed there was nothing that caught his eye. I told Drain, “Just pick anything.”

* * *

After a short time, we headed back to the village of the frost orcs. We walked through the labyrinth. Drain eventually picked some small gems to attach to his clothes and ice diamonds only available here in the North Pole. There was just one problem.

“Ohh, I’d love to put these gems on my clothes. Pantasutik!”

Stupid fool. Why did he choose that one? If I knew he was going to pick this, I would’ve been watching from the sidelines and stopped him. My reason for doing this was obvious—the ice diamonds will melt as soon as they leave the North Pole.

“Hohoho. Kyutu jewels~!”

Well, he was feeling good now so I would leave it alone. I thought it would be worth seeing what Drain looked like later.

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is shaking his head.]

This guy knew it as well. By my side, I heard Kim Sujeong sighing. “Oh, I would’ve liked to take Pono with me. It is a shame.”

“Are you that upset?”

“Yes, he’s so cute. There is a lot of affection.”

“What about Cer?”

“Cer is naturally cute! Come here, Cer!”

“Kwal!”

Cer, who had been resting in a corner of the cave, ran and jumped into her arms. Kim Sujeong’s face instantly became covered with saliva and she was laughing happily.

Then Sven asked from next to me, “Chwik. Are you leaving now?”

“Um, probably.”

“I see.”

“Why? Do you have something to say?”

“Um, that...” Sven hesitated. It seemed he had something to ask. Should I listen?

“Talk to me. It seems you have a request.”

“Um, in fact, I like to do research. Chwiik.”

“Yes., I looked at your room and this seems to be the case.”

“I can confidently say that the development of the frost orc’s civilization in the last 100 years was all thanks to my research. Of course, I borrowed parts from a nearby city but... we moved here to the southernmost point to study Murder’s blood. Based on that, I created the current poisonous needles. Chwiik.”

Mudur’s blood? Oh, was this why I didn’t get poisoned? I later found out about it but my body was now resistant to spider venom. It was due to the inner cores of the spider king and spider queen. It was also well-known from Gorba that Mudur had died from spider venom. Then his blood would naturally be full of spider venom. It wasn’t a coincidence that I was hit by the poisonous needles and wasn’t affected.

“I see.”

“There is something I would like to ask you.”

“Tell me.”

“I want to touch your body.”

“W-What?”

I raised my hands reflexively and covered my body.

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is flustered by the sudden confession.]

[The fist star, ‘Raitra,’ is showing strange curiosity.]

[The firefly star, ‘Camille,’ is wondering how he will touch.]

“My body? W-Why?”

“I want to put Mudur’s blood in your body.”

...Ah, this was what he meant.

I coughed. “Cough. Why do you want to do this?”

“Recently, I was looking for a way to strengthen the frost orcs by putting Mudur’s blood into the body of the frost orcs. This is to eliminate the weaknesses of us orcs but I eventually failed. Still, I think it might be possible if it is you. Chwiiik.”

Was this brat angry because he lost the duel? I really had this thought. It was hard to understand Sven in front of me. It was true that a genius was eccentric.

“What do I get from it?”

“Chwik. You’ll be able to gain strength.”

“Hrmm, strength...”

I was troubled for a moment. Could I trust Sven? In a movie, there would usually be a development where the entire body was modified to become an artificial human. What should I do?

Sven told me, “I won’t overdo it.”

“Really?”

I couldn’t believe it. It was due to the message that appeared in front of my eyes.

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ has an ominous feeling.]

Nothing good had ever happened whenever I saw this message. The moment I was about to turn down Sven’s offer, Camille’s message stopped me.

[The firefly star, ‘Camille,’ is saying it isn’t ominous all the time.]

“Eh? No, he has been feeling something ominous all day.”

[The firefly star, ‘Camille,’ says that his prophecy ability is now incomplete.]

“I think I have heard that before...”

The first time I had heard this was when I met Prometheus at the Star Coffee House. Didn’t he say that his prophetic ability wasn’t the same as before because he was missing one arm? Finally, Prometheus’ message came up.

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is nodding.]

Did this jerk make an uncertain prophecy? Suddenly, I felt some distrust toward him. I couldn’t help pouting and glaring and I could feel Prometheus’ emotions.

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is coughing and shifting his gaze.]

This bad guy.

“Why are you speaking to yourself? Chwiik.” Sven was staring at me.

I was embarrassed for a moment and couldn’t help coughing. “Cough, it isn’t a big deal. Can I believe you?”

“Chwiiik. Of course.” Sven licked his lips.

* * *

After splitting up with the group, I wandered through the labyrinth again. Gyeonso Dragon said he wanted to test the performance of his newly acquired gloves by hunting nearby monsters and Kim Sujeong said she would follow along. Now there was Drain next to me. “It has been a long since I’ve been alone with Buroder.”

“That's right. Isn’t this the first time since Mulan?”

“Yes, it seems like yesterday when you wanted to learn English from me.”

“Haven’t I made progress in my English?”

“No, you still have a long way to go.”

“Damn you. What’s wrong with telling me that I’ve improved?”

Drain replied, “However, that isn’t the case.”

Sven was walking in front of us and looked back as we talked. Maybe we were too noisy.

I spoke to Drain in a quiet voice, “Hey, I have a question.”

“What is this...?”

“At that time, I mean. The time I first applied for a party with you.”

“Ah! I remember. How surprised was I at that time? It was really good.”

“Yes. Do you remember what you said when you were surprised?”

“Ah, that... hahaha.” Drain laughed with embarrassment and scratched the back of his head.

I asked him, “What does it mean? I wanted to ask for a long time but I forgot.”

I heard a detailed explanation from Drain. It turned out that ‘Wat da park’ was considered a swear word. It was a Western swearing used when something very absurd happened. Drain told me, “I was sorry at the time. It came out habitually without my knowledge.”

“It’s okay. In fact, there was nothing wrong. Still, what is the pronunciation? Wat-da-park?”

It was pronounced in a manner similar to ‘hamburger.’ Damn. Suddenly, I was hungry.

“No, you need to make your last pronunciation stronger. Now follow me. Ppark!”

“Ppark!”

“Gut job! That’s how you say it. Gut, gut!”

Drain had just raised his thumb when the scenery around us suddenly changed. I felt something dismal and creepy.

“We’re nearly there. Over here. Guruk.” Sven was pointing to another cave.

I could see a staircase leading down to endless darkness. It was deeper than I thought and I couldn’t help gulping. Damn, this was obviously sinister... So I have to come here?

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is praying for you.]

...This son of a bitch. He didn’t send a message that it was ominous anymore. Prometheus was calm despite sending that message a few times. I sighed deeply and followed Sven into the cave. How far did we go down? We were finally able to reach the bottom.

“This is the blood of the primordial orc, Mudur. Chwiiik.”

My eyes followed Sven’s fingers and I saw a huge pool of blood. No, the blood flow was enough to call it a river of blood. I looked at it and shouted, “Wat-da-pa...”