Language Cheat Reincarnation – Young Girl VTuber Saves the World

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 meals.

“○△▽, ☆●”

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

The string hung limply from the spear’s tip,

“●○, △××”

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

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

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 seemed 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 something again, bashing the fish’s head against the ground a few times to knock it unconscious.

Then he handed the makeshift fishing rod-spear to me.

“▽☆△”

It felt like he was telling me 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.

“------”

Time passed.

“------”

Still no bites.

“...Uh, excuse me?”

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 means I can’t even catch fish, does it?

“Hmm...”

As nothing bit, my focus began to waver.

The moment 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 me.

“▲△○/Are you okay!?”

“Th-thank you!”

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

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

I thought the line would snap immediately, 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 something, 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 seemed 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 me, the greatest achievement from this hunt wasn’t the catch.

It was finding the Amazon River.

“Maybe... we can go home!”

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

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

What I’d found wasn’t just a river.

It was the greatest possibility of returning home!