After watching the news, Orsaga casually flipped the channel.
Teletubbies.
At the same time, a small red light blinked briefly on the bathtub's control panel—then quickly turned back to green.
Inside the panel, the heating and massage systems had started to experience minor electrical faults.
Tiny currents began flickering erratically, and the built-in safety mechanisms—originally designed to prevent such mishaps—began failing one after another due to a series of unlikely coincidences.
A few minutes later—
Bzzz~
Crackling sounds echoed as wild surges of electricity flooded into the water.
Orsaga, still lounging in the tub watching TV, felt a light tingling across his skin.
He shifted positions, making himself more comfortable, and simply continued enjoying the unexpected bonus.
The electrical current?
Utterly harmless.
Even with this "weakened" body, it still retained some supernatural traits.
The voltage running through the water barely qualified as a massage.
But then—
BOOM!
An explosion rocked the room.
The external transformers and backup electrical systems had blown out.
The current in the bathtub surged dramatically, multiplying several dozen times over.
Bright, visible arcs of electricity snaked across the water's surface, causing it to glow faintly.
For a normal human, this would be instantly fatal.
Even an elephant would've dropped dead on the spot.
But Orsaga?
He remained as relaxed as ever, calmly soaking in the energized water like it was a luxury spa treatment.
After all, back in the Harry Potter world, he'd absorbed some abilities from a Thunderbird.
High-voltage electricity?
He could pet it.
If he could be electrocuted by this, he might as well die of embarrassment.
---
Several minutes later, a knock sounded at the door.
A slightly nervous female voice came through the intercom:
"Sir, I'm a hotel staff member. There's been a serious malfunction with the electrical systems in your room. For your comfort and safety, we've prepared a new suite for you—Room XXXX."
Orsaga casually tapped the comms button.
"Alright. I'll head over after I finish my bath."
Upon hearing this, the staff member exhaled in relief.
Their main concern wasn't property damage—it was that this ultra-VIP guest might have been hurt. If that happened, no amount of apologies or upgrades could fix things.
Their boss might very well Chicago Typewriter the maintenance crew into the next life.
---
The Next Day.
A father and son stood at the edge of an artificial lake in New York, holding a metal detector.
The boy, around eight years old, looked skeptical as he asked:
"Dad, are you sure there's really treasure buried here?"
The father smiled and patted his son's head confidently.
"Of course. According to the treasure map, there's a whole bag of gold coins here!"
Why was he so sure?
Because he had planted it.
As a well-known archaeologist, he was currently trying to nurture his son's interest in the field. To raise him into an archaeologist even more successful than himself.
So, he'd staged this entire treasure-hunt experience, spending time, effort, and even a decent chunk of money. The antique coins he buried were worth tens of thousands of dollars.
It was all for his son's future—and to create a childhood memory deep enough to inspire a lifelong passion.
Watching his son wave the metal detector excitedly along the lakeshore, his face lit up with pride.
'Perfect… just like I planned.'
---
An hour later.
While the archaeologist was on a call making travel arrangements for the next month, his son suddenly began shouting excitedly:
"Dad! Dad! Come quick! I found something!"
Seeing his son so excited, the man smiled warmly.
He knew for a fact that the "treasure" wasn't buried in that direction.
The boy had probably picked up a false signal from a rusty can or some random junk.
Still, maintaining the illusion, he replied enthusiastically:
"Really? Let me take a look!"
Jogging over, he took the detector from his son and checked the signal—
And fell silent.
Scratching his head, his brow furrowed.
The signal was strong—far stronger than he expected—and the shape it outlined was definitely not from any sunken boat or trash.
Thinking quickly, the archaeologist headed back to his car and pulled some tools from the trunk.
"Stay here, son. I'm going to dive down and check it out."
And with that, his professional instincts took over, and he jumped straight into the lake.
His son stood excitedly at the shoreline, waiting in anticipation.
---
Later That Afternoon.
The same curvaceous, news-hungry reporter was back—high on adrenaline from nabbing another breaking scoop.
The moment she caught wind of a discovery at the lake, she rushed to the scene like a bullet train.
Now, she was interviewing the archaeologist in front of several running excavators.
"Dr. Kyle, can you tell us how you discovered the unidentified object at the bottom of the lake?"
Dr. Kyle licked his lips and stammered for a moment before replying:
"Actually, I didn't find it. My son did… while we were on an adventure together."
The reporter blinked.
"An adventure? He's only eight—he goes on expeditions already?. Kids these days are so independent…"
She trailed off in mild awe.
Kyle quickly tried to clarify.
"Well… it was more of a parent-child activity, really…"
"I see," she nodded, stepping aside to let the camera zoom in on the excavation equipment hard at work in the background.
Then, she refocused and continued the interview:
"Back to the main topic—Dr. Kyle, as a renowned archaeologist, what do you think is hidden beneath Emerald Lake?"
Without hesitation, Kyle pulled a clump of hardened soil from his backpack and held it up.
"I can't say for certain yet. But I've never encountered soil like this—it's as hard as solid rock!. Honestly, this is nothing short of a miracle. I truly believe this discovery might shake the entire archaeology community!"
"Is that so?. Well, let's wait and see what lies beneath!"
Turning toward the camera with a dazzling smile, she concluded:
"This is Jessica Morgan, and I'll be keeping you updated with live reports from the excavation site in the coming days!"
_____
T/N:
For readers who would like early access, my Patreon is available for just $4 per month. You'll unlock 140+ advance chapters and help support ongoing works.
🔗 patreon.com/user?u=79514336
You may also search Translator-Sama directly on Patreon.
Your support is sincerely appreciated