Chapter 21: Extra Chapter: Lily & Urara's power and my Bazooka

A month had passed since the whole “four brothers try to murder us, the incident annihilated, and then just flop around like cats” incident. Life had somehow settled into a strange rhythm—part absurd comedy, part high-stakes fantasy, part ongoing magical chaos.

Urara and Lily had still did not find their condition yet. Hope they find their own magic power soon.

Lily and Urara drank a lots of potions and still not happened anything except stomache. But I got to know 3 more magics

Alicia has Wind magic and condition is when she gets lots of air like heavy air flow something.

Alicia has search power but only works when she use special glasses but that glass too costly and can be used 10 times only so she only sue when proper occasion needs. Her sister has healing power. Can heal minor any wound but condition is she has to eat bitter potion before use it. And its bitter of hell.

Also jane has fixing power, she can almost fix any non living object, but condition is she needs lots of lava or molten fire before fix anything. And I? I have SYSTEM.

Meanwhile, I had been… busy. Somehow, in true Erik fashion, I had turned chaos into business. I now owned a clothing company. Not just normal clothes, of course—slightly magical, incredibly comfortable, and surprisingly stylish thanks to a few “system suggestions” that I swore I’d never fully explain. Jane, my assistant and the only person who could make sense of my half-baked plans, kept things running smoothly—mostly.

I also ran a detective agency. Mostly it involved chasing missing magical pets, investigating rogue magical artifacts, and occasionally solving crimes that defied all logic. The queen, of course, lent a hand whenever royal authority or magical permits were necessary. Somehow, she also became a regular field agent, which was terrifying, inspiring, and confusing in equal measure.

And then there were my daily visits to Alicia, and sometimes the Duke’s house, usually to sort banking, business, or coffee-related crises. Kiara had appointed herself Chief Coffee Officer, demanding I deliver her cappuccinos, lattes, and espresso shots with unwavering punctuality. Somehow, I was managing it all. Barely.

And then the system decided to remind me that my life wasn’t supposed to be calm.

BEEP
NEW MISSION DETECTED
Mission Type: Fetch
Target: Rare Fish, Baston River
Location: North, past Triana Forest
Reward: HEALING POTION 100 PACKS

I stared at the floating holographic text. A rare fish. Baston River. Reward: 100 healing potions. The kind of reward that could fix a dozen disastrous battles, magical accidents, or poorly timed explosions. A practical, terrifyingly useful reward.

Jane raised an eyebrow. “You’re… going fishing? For magical fish? Using only your wits and a picnic basket?”

“Yes,” I replied, keeping my tone calm despite the sheer absurdity of it all. “I have no idea why the system wants it, but apparently, catching it will net us 100 healing potions. Which is… probably worth risking everything.”

Urara tilted her head, her golden eyes glinting. “I can help, I grew up in mountain so fishing is easy for me.”

Lily clapped her hands eagerly. “And I can make bait potions! Maybe something glittery, maybe something… flammable—wait, no, not flammable. Definitely edible. Probably edible.”

Lucy spun her sword casually. “And I can—”

“No flames today,” I interrupted sharply, holding up my hands. “We’re keeping this strictly as fishing, not fish cremation. Capiche?”

The queen, ever dramatic but always prepared, had already packed supplies: emergency scrolls, water, extra clothes, and snacks labeled “Erik’s morale support.” She gave me a look that perfectly combined admiration, exasperation, and the subtle threat of “don’t screw this up.”

We organized ourselves into a team formation that looked suspiciously like a mix of a picnic and a tactical squad. Urara handled magical surveillance, Lily carried experimental potions, Lucy brought defensive weaponry (just in case the fish were hostile), and the queen… well, she was the queen, so she carried the air of authority and elegance. I carried the sandwiches. And Jane… she kept us all vaguely organized while muttering about how I would probably almost die but still somehow succeed.

Our journey to Baston River was exactly as chaotic as you’d imagine.

Lucy complained relentlessly about not getting enough sword swings in, occasionally twirling dangerously close to both me and the queen. Lily tripped over roots while walking backward and reading potion formulas, occasionally dropping vials that fizzled dramatically on impact. Urara quietly muttered calculations about current flow, magical resonance, and the fish’s likely temperament. The queen occasionally smacked Lily’s hands away, clearly trying to prevent another “almost set forest on fire” incident.

Somehow, despite the chaos, we all arrived in one piece.

Baston River stretched lazily through the northern plains, a wide, shimmering ribbon of water. Sunlight danced across the surface, glinting like molten silver. The trees at the far side—extensions of Triana Forest—rustled their leaves, as if gossiping about the ridiculous group arriving at their tranquil riverbank.

Even from a distance, it was clear this wasn’t going to be a normal fishing trip. The river seemed almost… alive. Tiny glimmers beneath the surface hinted at something extraordinary. Something rare. Something that likely judged us for even showing up.

Lucy twirled her sword experimentally. “I’m sensing… potential fire hazards,” she murmured.

“No fire,” I said firmly. “Stick to nets. Unless you want me to start a heroic rescue mission mid-picnic.”

Lily, meanwhile, began preparing her bait potions, muttering to herself. “Glittery, edible, not flammable… yes, this is the formula. Probably. Hopefully. Please work.”

Urara stepped to the water’s edge, her hands glowing with a faint golden aura. The currents shifted subtly, as if responding to her presence. “Patience,” she whispered. “The river responds to intention, not force. We can guide the fish, but we cannot command it.”

The queen, never one to sit idle, carefully unpacked supplies, arranging them with an elegance that would make any picnic look like a royal affair. She glanced at me, her expression simultaneously teasing and approving. “This is going to be… interesting.”

I held up the net, feeling the weight of destiny—or at least the weight of one absurd system mission. “Alright, team. We go in. Catch the fish. Collect the reward. And hopefully, survive without anyone setting themselves—or me—on fire.”

We advanced toward the river. The sunlight reflected on the water, glinting off the surface in shards of silver. Birds chirped overhead, oblivious to the chaos about to unfold below. The air smelled faintly of wildflowers, damp earth, and—if I squinted—pure impending adventure.

The system’s floating text hovered beside me:

MISSION: Find the rare fish from Baston River.
REWARD: HEALING POTION 100 PACKS.

I squinted at it. “Healing potions,” I muttered. “That’s… actually really useful. Definitely worth risking… uh… minor magical catastrophe.”

Lucy rolled her shoulders dramatically. “Fine. I’ll try to stay calm. Fire-free. Probably.”

Lily started waving a vial of glowing bait. “If this works, you’ll see the fish in all its glory. And then… delicious, magical dinner? Possibly?”

“Not dinner,” I said. “Not yet. Survival first. Fish second. Heroic picnic third.”

Urara’s golden aura shimmered as she extended her hands over the water, guiding ripples to form small currents. The river seemed to respond, shimmering and glowing faintly. “There,” she said softly. “They are coming.”

From beneath the sparkling surface, hints of iridescent scales appeared. A flash of sapphire, a flicker of rainbow—definitely not ordinary fish. The rare fish were alive, alert, and judging us.

And that, dear reader, is exactly when we all realized: the picnic was about to begin.

Because nothing says “heroic adventure” like a rare magical fishing mission, a team of overpowered companions, and the looming promise of HEALING POTION 100 PACKS waiting for the brave soul who actually managed to catch one.

And with that, we stepped fully onto the riverbank, ready for whatever chaos—and sandwiches—awaited us.

The afternoon sun hung lazily in the sky, casting golden streaks across the riverbank where we had settled for our “epic” picnic. By “epic,” I mean the sort of picnic where half the food is gone before you even sit down, someone inevitably trips over their own bag, and magical accidents—because, obviously, we’re not normal—loom in the background like storm clouds waiting to crash the fun party.

I, naturally, was already staring at the food as if it was my long-lost treasure. Sandwiches, salads, weird potions Alicia had insisted were “safe,” and a pie that Kiara swore was infused with some kind of luck magic—though judging by the smell, I wasn’t so sure. Lucy, the queen herself, was gently waving her hand over a plate of pastries, probably preventing anyone from turning them into fireballs. Jane and Alicia were already arguing quietly over the proper etiquette for dipping bread into soup, while Urara, with her signature red hair glinting in the sun, was meditating because apparently, she needed balance before fishing. Lily, on the other hand… Lily was more concerned about how many potions she could accidentally drink without exploding.

After we all had filled our stomachs—or at least tried to without causing chaos—we wandered over to the river. The plan was simple: catch fish. But, as always, nothing in our lives was simple. I had overheard Alicia mention a rare fish—the kind that supposedly existed only in “special library archives,” the kind that could make an entire fishing trip worth remembering. It was called the FALO FISH, with a pink and blue striped body, roughly two feet long, and apparently rarer than anything we’d ever seen. I had no idea how to get it, but knowing our luck, I’d probably accidentally summon it while sneezing. Alicia helped me to find information about It a lot.

Fishing lines went in. Time passed. Birds squawked overhead. Dragonflies buzzed. And then… Liy—bless their chaotic soul—shouted.

“I’ve caught something! Wait… this isn’t a fish!”

We all leaned in. In the net was a tiny baby water dragon, flailing its little clawed limbs and looking about as scared as someone realizing they’d just been dropped into an isekai adventure without warning.

“Okay, that’s new,” Lucy said, blinking. “Why is there a baby water dragon here?”

“I… don’t know,” I admitted, scratching my head. “Maybe FALO FISH are dragon-adjacent?”

No one looked convinced, but we carefully released the baby back into the river. For a moment, all seemed peaceful. Birds chirped. The water rippled gently. And then… a giant shadow moved beneath the surface.

From the depths emerged a colossal water dragon, easily the size of a small bus. Its scales shimmered like liquid sapphire, and its eyes glinted with ancient wrath.

“Oh… that’s probably the dad,” Jane whispered, eyes wide.

Lucy, Lily, Urara, Alicia, Jane, Kiara—everyone immediately tensed into battle stance. Magic crackled faintly in the air. Spells hovered in the tips of fingers. The ground itself seemed to hum in anticipation. I raised my hands.

“Hold it—two minutes,” I said.

The group froze. Two minutes. That’s all they got to see my “magic.” In reality, what I pulled out was far less elegant than the flowing incantations they were ready to unleash. I yanked a bazooka from… somewhere. Honestly, I had no idea where I got it either. I just knew the system had gifted it to me, and bonus gifts were apparently allowed.

“Watch and learn,” I muttered.

One shot, one boom, one mess of sparkling dragon dust later—the giant water dragon was no more. I dusted my hands dramatically, because apparently, that’s how heroes work in comedies.

System notifications flashed: “BONUS REWARD APPLIED: Bazooka used effectively.”

Meanwhile, Lily, in her usual chaotic charm, accidently took a sip from the river while I was busy with my “show of skill.” And, of course, she immediately discovered that drinking river water unlocked her water magic. She waved her arms, and the water swirled around her like a miniature hurricane, making the rest of us duck reflexively.

“Oh no…” Alicia muttered, pointing at Lily. “She’s… happy.”

“Drunk on water,” I said, deadpan. “New condition discovered.”

But the chaos wasn’t done. As the dragon thrashed its last movements in the fight (or maybe it was trying to flee), its claws accidentally caught Urara’s long, strong red hair. Normally, nothing could pull that hair, not swords, not wild winds, not accidental spell explosions. But apparently, a water dragon with claws sharp enough to pierce scales was an exception.

Urara’s eyes widened as strands of hair flew into the river. “MY HAIR!” she screamed, a mix of shock and disbelief. Her hair was the pinnacle of her power, and now it was… compromised.

“Relax, it’s just a little,” I said, though I didn’t sound convincing.

Urara glared. “I can’t even—okay fine. If I’m losing hair, at least I can activate wind magic. But… hope I never go bald.”

We all took a deep breath. That was when the real reward appeared. As the dragon fell still, its side belly—miraculously intact despite the bazooka—revealed the FALO FISH! A rare, shimmering prize that probably cost the life of one very grumpy father dragon. I picked it up carefully, holding it like it was the crown jewels.

System notifications exploded:

We all stared at each other.

“Wait… did the system just make us… immortal?” Kiara asked, her voice a mix of awe and slight panic.

“Looks like it,” I said, trying to hide my smirk. “So… anyone for eternal lunch?”

The group groaned, but secretly, I knew they were thrilled. Immortality is always a nice perk, even if it comes with an over-the-top, dragon-slaying picnic.

As we settled down again, I couldn’t help but glance at Lily. She was playing with the river water like it was a personal cocktail bar, giggling as small water currents formed into random shapes. The baby water dragon had probably disappeared safely, hopefully telling its family stories about “the human who shot the bazooka and didn’t even flinch.”

Urara inspected her damaged hair with a sigh, but honestly, it was still fabulous. Jane and Alicia started preparing the FALO FISH for cooking, muttering about recipes and magical enhancements. Lucy just shook her head, smiling slightly—her royal composure slightly cracked but intact.

I sat back, munching on some of Kiara’s magically-enhanced bread, and let the afternoon drift lazily around us. Nothing says “heroic isekai life” like picnic food, near-death dragons, accidental water magic, and discovering your friends are both incredibly powerful and utterly ridiculous.

“Oh,” Alicia said suddenly, waving her hands over the river. “If anyone asks, this never happened. We’re just… casual fishing enthusiasts.”

I snorted. “Right, because casual fishing always ends with bazookas and immortality.”

Lily giggled, spraying a harmless geyser at me. I dodged, muttering something about the system being both a blessing and a circus.

“Honestly,” I said aloud, “I can’t believe I get paid in chaos and bonuses.”

The rest of the group glared at me in a mix of exasperation and affection. And in that moment, I realized something: no matter how absurd, how chaotic, or how ridiculous life in this world got, moments like this—laughing, fighting, surviving, and discovering rare fish—were exactly why we were all here.

So we sat. We laughed. We cooked. We immortalized our picnic with dragon dust, bazooka bravado, and FALO FISH curry. And somewhere in the river, a baby water dragon probably grew up telling tales of the human who just couldn’t play fair.

Ah, life in an isekai—where every mundane picnic could turn into a legendary chapter. And I, Erik Thermos become part of this ISEKAI LIFE.