Language Cheat Reincarnation – Young Girl VTuber Saves the World Chapter 369

Chapter 369. [How Much Are Words Worth?]

A river so vast it could be mistaken for the sea.

From my short stature, I could barely make out the opposite bank.

“So this is... the Amazon River.”

The water I usually drink is probably drawn from here.

As are the fish served with als.

“○△▽, ☆●”

A local man approached the river, untying a string wrapped around his spear.

The string hung limply from the spear’s tip,

its end adorned with a bone-made hook.

“●○, △××”

He explained sothing while picking up a fruit that had fallen nearby.

Naturally dropped from a tree, the fruit was overly ripe, and emitting a strong, almost fernted sweetness.

He mashed it thoroughly with his hands then tore it into an appropriate size and attached it to the hook before tossing it into the river.

“...xx☆!”

The spear bent imdiately.

A fish had taken the bait.

He pulled hard on the spear, sending water splashing everywhere.

With little effort, he reeled it in.

“What huge teeth... probably a piranha, right?”

It was much bigger than I imagined, but it seed like one.

But aren’t piranhas supposed to be carnivorous?

Could there be fruit-eating kinds?

Or do they bite into anything that falls into the water without hesitation?

“●●△, ○×”

He explained sothing again, bashing the fish’s head against the ground a few tis to knock it unconscious.

Then he handed the makeshift fishing rod-spear to .

“▽☆△”

It felt like he was telling to give it a try.

Judging I couldn’t handle hunting in the forest, he switched to fishing, apparently.

Honestly, it was a relief, but... a little humiliating.

Imitating his actions, I baited the hook and cast the line into the river.

“------”

Ti passed.

“------”

Still no bites.

“...Uh, excuse ?”

I turned to the local man.

Why am I not catching anything? You caught one so quickly earlier!

“?”

He also looked curiously at the string stretching into the water.

No way, being bad at sports ans I can’t even catch fish, does it?

“Hmm...”

As nothing bit, my focus began to waver.

The mont I yawned,

“Eh? What the—!?”

The spear suddenly bent so much it looked like it might snap in two.

The line was pulled with such force that I was lifted off the ground.

“I-I’m gonna fall!”

The surface of the water erupted with countless splashes.

A swarm of piranhas clamped their razor-sharp teeth, as if they’d been waiting for the bait.

“I’m gonna die!”

If I fell in, my soft body would be devoured in seconds.

Just as I braced for death, I felt a firm grip supporting .

“▲△○/Are you okay!?”

“Th-thank you!”

The local man had caught hold of while firmly holding the spear.

A tug-of-war with the mysterious giant fish ensued.

I thought the line would snap imdiately, but it was surprisingly strong.

“●○☆☆, ☆※※!”

I couldn’t understand him, but I stood and helped pull the spear together.

I don’t know how much my feeble strength contributed, but eventually...

“I-I can see it! Wait, is that... a stingray!?”

Its distinctive flat shape left no doubt—it was a stingray.

Together, we dragged it onto the shore.

“Hmmm.”

It was unmistakably a stingray,

but this is a river, isn’t it?

I didn’t know stingrays lived in freshwater.

“●■. ☆※/Where, ×××”

The local man poked near the base of the stingray’s tail with his spear tip.

I recognized this—a venomous barb.

Keeping a safe distance, he dispatched the stingray with the spear.

Then, explaining sothing, he began gutting it on the spot.

“■■○, ×▲▲▲, ■×■”

He discarded the tail, venomous barb, and most of the internal organs into the river.

He was likely explaining which parts were unnecessary.

I understood this because their language showed a “voiced-sound depreciation” trend.

When a sound is voiced (marked by a “”), its value decreases—or takes on a negative connotation.

Japanese has a similar pattern, such as sama versus zama, kara versus gara, and shitoshito versus jitojito.

“○×××. □◆☆※, ●●▽/Eat?”

It seed he’d finished.

It sounded like he was saying, “Let’s take this back to eat.”

He grabbed the fish and stingray and turned to leave.

But that wouldn’t do! I shouted after him.

“W-wait!”

“?”

I didn’t yet have the words to explain properly,

so I simply repeated myself.

“[▼▽!/Wait ▼▽!/Wait ▼▽!/Wait!]”

Then I sat down.

I made it clear I didn’t want to move.

He looked puzzled but didn’t push further.

I had my reasons.

For , the greatest achievent from this hunt wasn’t the catch.

It was finding the Amazon River.

“Maybe... we can go ho!”

If we stayed near the river, a boat might pass by eventually.

Adventurers, tourists, or other tribes in contact with the outside world—soone might co along.

What I’d found wasn’t just a river.

It was the greatest possibility of returning ho!