Language Cheat Reincarnation – Young Girl VTuber Saves the World
Chapter 373

Chapter 373. [The Fate Of Those Who Ate The Fruit Of Wisdom]

Why is there a wristwatch in a place like this!?

Confused, I looked closer and saw that it was broken and had stopped.

In other words, it didn’t seem to be worn to check the time.

The young man standing in the center began counting while looking at the wristwatch.

‘1, 2, 3, □······5!'

The crowd erupted, shouting, “Ooooh!”

It was quite clumsy. It didn’t seem like it would be useful, but he counted up to “5” and then...

‘--▽!'

I couldn’t tell because it was the first time I’d heard it, but he probably got it right.

‘▽…▽…, □!'

However, it seemed the young man made a mistake on the next number.

Everyone laughed, as if praising his courage.

‘That guy, amazing, smart, the best man---’

The person sitting next to me said with a smug look on his face. Maybe he meant to say that someone from our village is not losing to him?

No, maybe it’s more like he’s saying that this guy is the most handsome in our village? Perhaps the wristwatch is being treated like a championship belt.

‘Smart, the best, good one,’

The person next to me added further explanation.

I see, now it’s starting to make sense.

“So that’s what ‘wisdom contest’ means.”

For the men of this village, being “smart” is a status symbol. And the measure of how smart someone is seems to be “how many numbers they can count.”

‘Next, I’ll count all the numbers—’

Alright, my turn now. Another young man stepped into the center of the circle.

He raised his arm and began counting numbers just like the others.

“Oh, that tattoo.”

Unlike the previous young man, he didn’t wear a wristwatch.

Instead, a tattoo wrapped around his wrist.

In fact, many of the men in the village have similar tattoos.

I just now realized that they resemble wristwatches.

‘1, 2, 3, 2?’

Then, the young men took turns standing in the center and counting... and repeatedly got laughed at when they made mistakes.

“But, something feels off.”

‘1, 2, 3...▽!'

Once again, a young man failed to count correctly.

In fact, he could hardly even speak clearly.

Well, everyone is pretty drunk, so it’s definitely a party. They’re having fun, no doubt, but...

“What is it, something’s bothering me.”

‘You’re next, —, —,’

“Eh, I’m doing it too!?”

As I was deep in thought, someone pushed me from behind.

Cheers erupted, as if they’d been waiting for this moment!

“...Ha~”

Feeling unable to refuse, I reluctantly stepped into the center of the circle. However, if I did it normally, I’d end up counting infinitely... wait!

‘1, 2, 3, □/4, ▽/5’

I decided to say all the numbers I could understand in the language of this village.

In the end, I counted the same number as the young man they had called the best in the village.

‘Whoa, amazing! Amazing!’

‘Same, 1—, amazing—’

I’m not sure if that was correct, but everyone seemed happy.

A young man who also counted up to “6” stepped into the center, and together we were praised.

‘It’s over, time to go back—’

After a while of excitement, the party ended.

It seemed everyone had gotten sleepy from the alcohol. One by one, they started heading home.

“Eh!? What’s this!?”

I found a wristwatch lying on the ground, abandoned.

What a careless way to treat it! Wasn’t it supposed to be a symbol of being number one!?

“No, more importantly... hey! Wait. Before you leave, please tell me! [This], [who], [does]. [Hunt]. [Do]?”

I grabbed one of the young men and asked how he got the wristwatch.

I was worried it wouldn’t get through since I had substituted unknown words with words I knew, but...

‘...I don’t know. It’s always been here.’

“I see.”

I somehow got through.

So, this means it has “always been here in the village”?

In any case, it seemed like he didn’t know.

However, when I looked closely, it seemed to be quite old.

“Did it flow down the river, or did it fall from the sky like I did?”

It might have been something from decades ago.

It was frustrating, but it didn’t seem like it would give me any clues to go home.

“...Ha”

‘Amazing! Amazing!’

As I was feeling down, the children came over and talked about how amazing it was earlier.

Well, there’s no point in staying depressed.

“That’s right. Since we’re here, I’ll teach you numbers, and you all will remember them.”

I decided to teach the children the numbers, thinking I should return the favor since they had taught me how to distinguish plants and flowers.

Now that the pot was broken, there might be more chances to use numbers in the future.

“If you can count up to ‘6’, it’ll be really useful.”

‘Remember numbers—, -?’

“That’s right.”

Everyone wants to be “amazing,” so they’ll probably be happy.

So, I began to teach them.

‘1, 2, 3’

‘1, 2, 3’

‘□/4’

‘□’

I had the children repeat after me.

I thought it would be difficult, but surprisingly, everyone easily followed along.

It was even more surprising that they hadn’t learned it earlier.

But the next day...

I learned that I had made a huge misunderstanding.

***

The next day, I saw the children counting things.

I thought maybe they were already using what I taught them yesterday, but...

‘1, 2, 3/ lots!’

“Eh!?”

“They stopped counting at ‘3’.”

Well, to be more precise, they had...

--- Forgotten the numbers.

And every single one of them had forgotten.