Ch.136Chapter 136. The Chronicle of Drifting Possessor (4)

Chapter 136. The Chronicle of Drifting Possessor (4)

[MalakStreetButcher: I made a bed by weaving palm leaves.

(Photo of something resembling a bed clumsily made from woven palm leaves)

Fortunately, I was able to make it before sunset.

It was easier than making a fire. It’s big enough to stretch my legs out.

In a way, this is like decorating my own home, isn’t it? I’m more excited than when I got my first apartment]

Quite a positive-minded guy.

Ah. I confirmed he’s a middle-aged man from his earlier post. He mentioned being married for 17 years with two middle school sons.

Honestly, when MalakStreet revealed his personal information, I was alarmed. Users in this community only reveal their identities when they’re dying or about to die.

Moreover, he’s married with two children. I worried he might go insane once he fully realized he was trapped alone on a deserted island, leaving behind everything precious to him.

Thanks to the passionate help and encouragement from the community users, it hasn’t come to that yet.

[MalakStreetButcher: The sun has set

(Photo of a dark cave ceiling)

I just lay down on the bed after tending to the fire to keep it from going out.

Today was the busiest and most fulfilling day of my life.

I was very confused about games, Paladins, demons and whatnot, but except for the fact that I’ve changed into a stronger body and ended up on a deserted island, everything else feels distant.

It still doesn’t feel real. I’m too sleepy now, so I’ll think about it tomorrow.

Good night everyone]

– Comments –

[SexySexPaladin: Good~night~!]

[ITrustedTheMonkeyUncle: (Good night cone)]

[DinosaurPunch: Tomorrow will be easier than today. Good job and have a good night]

[MeleeSpy: Don’t think too deeply. Just accept it and only worry about how you’re going to live]

[Ghooulr: You worked hard, mister]

Today’s live survival show is over.

It felt good to help someone, even remotely. I hope MalakStreet’s island isn’t too far from the mainland.

“See you tomorrow.”

– Sleep well.

Coincidentally, it was also Lakye’s bedtime. This time, she had raided a civilian house (naturally, one that had been ruled by a lesser demon) and chosen a place to sleep.

It’s still far to the region where the Night Stalker demon lives. Hoping Lakye would have a comfortable time until then, I also fell asleep.

It was a fun day. It felt like watching YouTube after a long time. YouTube with photos instead of videos.

***

[MalakStreetButcher: The fire went out…]

A post filled with worry appeared in the morning. I clicked to read the content. It was full of despair and misery.

Users tried to comfort him, but perhaps his spirit was slightly broken at the thought of having to struggle to light a fire again, as he posted the next entry without much response.

[MalakStreetButcher: I feel so lost…

The wind must have blown strongly last night. It seems the wind came into the cave and put out the fire.

Next time I’ll make a fire deeper inside]

– Comments –

[DinosaurPunch: You shouldn’t make a fire deep inside. You’ll run out of oxygen]

[Ghooulr: You know the cave could collapse if you’re not careful, right?]

[Skynet: Lighting a fire in an enclosed space can cause carbon monoxide poisoning.]

I told him to make it right near the cave entrance because it was unavoidable, but nothing is more dangerous than making a fire inside a cave.

It’s especially dangerous if it’s a limestone cave. There’s a reason warning signs are posted at cave entrances telling people not to throw cigarette butts on the ground or make fires.

[MalakStreetButcher: It took forever to light it again…]

A new post appeared late in the afternoon. It conveyed how much he struggled to rekindle the fire.

Up to this point, things were fine. MalakStreet had regained his composure and was gathering food and firewood to survive.

[MalakStreetButcher: I’m talking to myself more. I must look crazy]

The once polite and gentle man began to grow depressed after three days.

I spent my time traveling through various regions with Lakye, defeating intermediate demons, and checking his posts whenever I could.

[MalakStreetButcher: I dreamed about my sons]

[MalakStreetButcher: I’m so tired and lonely]

Day 4 of survival on the deserted island. Lakye and I eliminated two intermediate demons.

[MalakStreetButcher: I miss my wife]

Day 5. He only posted one message that day.

Lakye and I met civilized survivors and sent them to Symphonia with the “Divine Summoning” blessing. It was convenient not having to escort them or tell them to go on their own.

[MalakStreetButcher: Why do I have to suffer like this?]

[MalakStreetButcher: What did I do wrong?]

[MalakStreetButcher: Someone answer me! Please!]

Day 6. MalakStreet was starting to lose it.

A person’s mind can collapse in an instant.

He must have been busy making fire, securing water, finding food, and making a bed, but once the situation stabilized somewhat, he remembered what he had forgotten.

His family and friends left behind, everything he had built on Earth.

[MalakStreetButcher: I want meat I want meat]

[MalakStreetButcher: Not these tiny fish that are hard to catch but land meat]

[MalakStreetButcher: I said I want meat, you bastards!]

[MalakStreetButcher: Yukhoe barbecue chicken samgyeopsal beef sashimi galbi sundae soup jeyuk-bokkeum kimchi stew fuck!]

Now users were losing interest in MalakStreet. They lost interest in his descent into madness, and watching him made them realize their own situations weren’t very optimistic either.

[DinosaurPunch: …I’m struggling too now. I’m sorry]

Even DinosaurPunch, who had been comforting him until the end, gave up on him.

[MalakStreetButcher: Poop! It’s poop! Hehehe pee pee!]

[MalakStreetButcher: Iwanttogohomeiwanttogohomeiwanttogohome]

[MalakStreetButcher: Sexsexsexsex I want sex anyone will do]

[MalakStreetButcher: Someone please send me porn please]

[MalakStreetButcher: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I lost my mind for a moment. Please forget what I posted]

[MalakStreetButcher: I was too depressed and lonely I’m sorry]

[MalakStreetButcher: I said I’m sorry you fucking bastards leave some comments!]

He had reached a point where it wouldn’t be surprising if he committed suicide at any moment.

I felt troubled too.

What should I do with this person? What can I do for him?

There is one method, though the chances are slim, but not zero.

After much deliberation, I sent him a private message.

[Hi]

[You can’t go home, but there might be a way to escape the deserted island]

The reply came in less than 10 seconds.

[MalakStreetButcher: Are you here to mock me too?]

[MalakStreetButcher: Don’t talk shit and get lost]

…It seems someone else had been trolling him through private messages.

[It’s a difficult task that might take time, but I don’t think it’s completely impossible]

I ignored the insults and just delivered my message.

[MalakStreetButcher: You, aren’t you one of those cult members who worship that monster dragon Malak?]

[MalakStreetButcher: Are you trying to convert me now?]

He’s quite damaged. But I can tolerate this much.

[I’ll only say this once]

I need to be serious here.

[(Photo of Malak Totem #3)]

[You’re a Paladin. You have supernatural powers called spells, spiritual abilities, divine power, or magic]

[Make a totem and infuse it with your supernatural power. I don’t know exactly how to do it, so you’ll have to figure it out. If you make the totem well, Lord Malak will directly descend upon the totem]

I’m not sure if he can descend without a priest. I’m also not sure if I can respond to a Paladin who can’t become a believer.

But it’s worth trying, isn’t it?

[Then Lord Malak will use his power to extract you from the deserted island and summon you to the mainland]

[Get a grip. Do you think your family wants you to die like this? Does giving up in madness end everything? Live. You need to be alive for opportunities to come]

There was no reply.

Either he’s ignoring me, or he’s seriously considering it. One of the two.

There’s not much benefit to me in saving this one person. Even if things go well, it just means adding one mentally damaged low-level Paladin to the tribal alliance.

But I didn’t want to watch from afar as a fellow human, someone from the same world, a husband and father of two children, dies in despair.

He needs to live. By any means necessary.

If he lives, maybe he’ll defeat demons and find a chance to return to Earth? I’m an optimistic person, so that’s what I choose to believe.

MalakStreet’s reply came five hours after we arrived in the region where the Night Stalker demon lives.

[MalakStreetButcher: (Photo of a strangely carved wooden statue with shell ornaments)]

[MalakStreetButcher: Still quite crude, right? Haha]

[MalakStreetButcher: I’ll get better with practice]

He’s found the strength to live on. That’s a relief.

I should ask Muri about how to make totems.