Cameraman Never Dies

Chapter 131 The giant snake(fish) who deserved more screentime

Liam Drakonis was on a tree branch, there were countless cuts and bruises on his skin, but none were serious, they all healed slowly. He looked at the panoramic view of a large lake and a giant snake that lay dead on the shore.

Smiling at the dead monster, he took out a Worrak skin bag and drank the stored water inside. He was supposed to be looking after his brother who also was allowed to roam the land of dragons, but unfortunately, he never saw Judge.

He had a few guesses as to why he could not find the tiny scholar he called brother— the curious artifact geek had lost his way and had gone somewhere else. But he was not worried because there were countless protective measures in both their bodies.

They could be on the verge of death, but would be miraculously revived and be back in the house. Heck, they could even die in one hit and still find themselves back inside the Drakonis palace. The best part is the fact that all of this was prepared by his mother, but she never taught him because she knew he would not listen, that was more of Judge's style.

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This power of revival made him remember a line he had heard from his mother long ago, "With enough preparations, she would be more powerful than any person she knew."

Scary! He vowed to be careful not to offend his mother.

Just as he was lost in thought, he could smell the aroma of roasted fish. He looked down and saw his sword that was used as a skewer to roast pieces of the giant fish.

Before the age of seven, the children of the Drakonis house would not get their own weapons. He was six and used a sword as his subsidiary weapon, the weapon he used most times was a catalyst inlaid glove that his mother made for him.

They were a pair of dark brown combat gloves with black knuckles. He had so much fun strangling this snake, better than what he had when he was slashing away at a rather large four-legged mid-predatory level monster.

Not being able to handle the strong aroma from the snake-fish meat, he jumped down and took the skewer (Sword). He removed the first piece of meat and sprinkled a powder that was a mix of salt and various seasonings.

It was precisely because he had this seasoning powder that he was not returning to the house, otherwise— the food would taste horrible without any taste to stimulate his tongue. He was careful not to overuse or waste it, he still could stay a long time in the forest and not return home for more seasonings.

He thought if Judge would eat unseasoned food, He might, he never was picky when it came to food, heh. Even if he is lost wanted more seasoning after using the complete bottle, he could call for Mom and she could take him back home... such a baby. He took out another piece of fish and seasoned it lightly.

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"Wow, I've got a seasoning bottle inside my luggage," Judge said to his master after rummaging through his pouch. His "luggage" contained a few catalysts, the box containing his wand, a few rune cards, a Worrak skin pouch to contain water, and the glass seasoning bottle. Why does it never break? He had no idea.

"Then don't take that thing out, I brought my own." Seraphis was cooking a large rabbit she caught— of course, the rabbit was not just a cute little animal, they were mascots just born to irritate you and spread trouble.

Both he and his master were, once again, inside the forest near Limdon, it was not much of a large forest, but it had its fair share of dangers inside. But the most dangerous forest would be Devfronds, Tross was a town situated just outside the outer layer of the forest, that town was people's last stop before they headed in.

"Master let me go hunt on my own, and why are you banning the use of guns?" Judge was like a little child throwing a tantrum, oblivious to the cruelty of the world. Nobody would say that this guy used to be a heartless manipulator, it was as if he had somehow gone back to his past state, or someone made it so.

"Judge, how good are you with guns?" Seraphis asked as she turned the rabbit over to cook the top part.

"I am very confident," Judge said with an air of someone overconfident about to lose an argument.

"That is exactly why you should be using your two trusty old fists." Seraphis said with an air of someone about to win an argument.

"Sometimes I never get what you mean," Judge stood up and brushed his back. "Are you saying that I should be using fists because I may lose my guns... Hmm

... A reasonable decision."

Seralhis just stared at him, I had not even said anything, well if it works— don't touch it.

She returned her attention to the rabbit that was being cooked.

Judge, hoping to get some action, went a little more inside the forest but not far away from where his master stood. This was not because he was scared he would get hurt, but he was carefully not to get hurt much— otherwise, his mother could find out that her little "angel" had left the place she told him not to leave- the land of dragons.

Just as he was about to look for a fine prey, he saw a pack of wolf-like monsters, a vicious group carefully

Judge shook both his fists like a professional boxer trying to look cool. Then, both ends of his arms turned black, and a single eye of his glowed red. (These were all for effects)

"No sword style," he said in a gruff voice, trying to imitate a certain green haired pirate in his previous world. "Dragon twister."

Suddenly, a Strom with visible wind blades formed around the big wolf, enclosing it.

Electricity crackled around it as it leaped forward, completely ignoring the wind blades that he made with enough flair for a whole theatrical drama.

As it leaped forward, Judge jumped up in the air and raised his leg, solidifying the air into a giant hammer. He brought down his leg as the giant wolf jumped to the side and at him again from a different angle.

"That would be enough!" Seraphis released a bit of her will, pinning down Judge, the giant wolf, and the wolf monster pack.