Another World Trip: Journey with My Cat and an Otaku Loli Goddess Chapter 241 - What Is A Race?

“Has anyone ever had diarrhoea to the point where your butt swells shut thus causing any fart to bounce back in your body?.... Asking for a friend…”

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Night had by now descended, and the demon race experts were sitting around a fire. They were still licking their wounds from the earlier battle, especially Nao Shan.

Mina was with them but she was much too absorbed in the manga to pay them any heed. Gotta admit though, the girl has embodied what it means to be an otaku. I wonder if I can create a pair of glasses with swirls on them to complete the look.

Then again, that does sound racist. Are Otakus a race? Yeah, Otakus are a race. On that note, I wonder if it’s racist to say that. Meh… I’ll deal with it as is.

A short distance from those guys was me and Yaomu Shou, the latter of whom was wagging her index finger furiously at me while I looked at her with complete attentiveness and happiness bereft of any apathy and indifference because I’m such a well-adjusted and mentally stable person.

-_-

So yeah, this was most likely because of the question I chose to ask right after defeating the Thunder Dragon Rhino, which I’m pretty sure is something everyone has gone through at least once in their life, right?

She was already at it for a few hours if the fact of it already being nighttime wasn’t a big enough indicator.

They also eyed the great silver sabre that was stabbed into the ground around the fire.

I could tell that everyone there was staring at it with some level of greed. Gotta nip that in the bud cuz lemme tell ya, I need me some of that.

Nevertheless, when Yaomu Shou finished scolding me, she finally brought me over to introduce me to everyone else.

“Everyone, this is Long Di,” she introduced.

They all took a long look at me in silence and I was gonna say something lest our old friend the tumbleweed rears its ugly head again until someone firsted me whilst revealing his secret identity as Captain Obvious.

“You’re a human?”

Captain Obvious strikes again.

Regardless, after hearing this, Yaomu Shou frowned. I had saved their lives, so a word of thanks should be the first thing that came out of anyone’s mouth. That’s what I got from her expression.

By bringing up race, this could get real messy real fast. It was no secret that demons and humans didn’t have the best relationship. In fact, small skirmishes regularly took place between the two.

I gave Yaomu Shou a look to step back and let me deal with this, which she did.

“What is a race?” I asked him.

“W-What?”

The demon who asked the question regarding my race was caught off guard by the question.

I saw this, so I went on the attack more or less. “Allow me to see how the scales tilt in your mental world. Now what is a race that bade it to be the first and foremost of that which you wish to know of me? Would you say it’s more important than the content of one’s character, or what they believe in?”

The demon race expert that faced the question struggled to look beyond the obviousness of the question before realising that there was only one way to answer the question without sounding like a close-minded, self-righteous turkey… so like most turkeys.

“I-I… n-no…”

I daintily placed a hand on my chest in faux surprise, stating, “That is quite magnanimous of you. So then, my friend, how would you come to peer into the more important of the two, the content of their character and so on? How would one come to know these traits?”

You’d be surprised how many philosophical race topics there are on Reddit.

The demon race expert squirmed in the realisation of the corner he had been backed into before finally answering, “Time… time is needed to know if their character is just and ethical. Time is required to form any sort of judgement of a person.”

“So you would need to wait and see what kind of person I am? Interesting,” I scanned everyone before delivering the coup de grâce of this verbal bout. “Makes sense. Then race holds no weight here, does it? As a stranger to you, I’m sure you would prefer to know first who I am and not some biological identity. However, I leave the ball in your court, ask whatever identity you wish to know, and I shall answer.”

The demon race expert reddened in shame after I was finished, not just him. All the other demon race experts were the same since they were more or less aligned with the demon race expert who spoke up.

Yaomu Shou’s expression showed how surprised she was about the whole thing. I could be diplomatic if I wanted.

One of the demon race experts, specifically Yaomu Baiyin stood up and bowed in my direction and apologised, “We’re sorry if we offended you. My name is Yaomu Baiyin and I think I speak for everyone here when I say we’re thankful that you saved us from the Mammoth Thunder Rhino, young master…?”

“You needn’t be so formal with me. My name is Long Di, and it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. Plus, you fought a Thunder Dragon Rhino… just saying.”

Yaomu Baiyin widened her eyes in shock after I spoke. Was she shocked that they fought a Thunder Dragon Rhino and not a Mammoth Thunder Rhino?

“Long Di!?”

Oh, so she’s shocked by my name. How can she not be shocked that she and everyone else are unironically calling the Mammoth Thunder Rhino a Mammoth Thunder Rhino? I really wanna have a conversation about what qualifies as thunder in this and every other cultivation world.

The entire group of demon race experts immediately entered battle-ready stances even in their weakened states.

Metallic clangs rang out as weapons were drawn, the sharp ends of which were pointed at, you guessed it, me.

“What the hell do you all think you’re doing!?” an incensed Yaomu Shou erupted in anger.

Mina who was still engrossed in the manga chose to give her own two cents on the matter. “To be fair, within a few minutes of meeting Long Di the urge to draw weapons is understandable.”