Everyone hates me in this new world and they will pay for it

Com certeza. Este é um capítulo fantástico, que entrega a resposta para o grande mistério do grupo de Saphirra de uma forma muito emocionante e, em seguida, vira o jogo completamente com um ataque surpresa, culminando em uma cena de ação desesperada. A tradução buscará capturar tanto o peso da tragédia quanto a urgência do combate.

Aqui está o capítulo final da sua novel.

English Translation (Light Novel Format) - Chapter 16

His expression shifted to sadness again. He picked up his cigar and took another drag. His body showed obvious signs of hesitation; he really didn't want to talk about it.

"What happened that was so bad, Zamir?" Arthur asked, intrigued by their past, his face a mixture of concern and curiosity.

Zamir took a long drag from his cigar, the smoke he exhaled filling the space, heavy with unspoken feelings. He didn't look at Arthur, his focus fixed on an empty spot on the wall as if he were reliving that moment.

"That day…" he began, his voice hoarse from the smoke, "it was supposed to be our group's last mission. It was a job straight from the capital. They promised a very high reward for a significantly simple task. We should have been suspicious," he added, slamming his hand on the counter in fury.

"The job was simple and direct: clear some ancient ruins of some goblins and retrieve an artifact. We had done things like that dozens of times."

He paused, and the silence in the shop was heavy. The mention of the capital brought an even angrier tone to his voice.

Arthur listened intently.

"We were too confident. Laughing, making jokes. And the capital, as always, hadn't told us even half the story. We were almost at the end, thinking the job was already over. That's when the real leader of the place appeared. It wasn't a goblin... it was a Demon Lord that had been dormant there. The fight was chaos."

"We held our formation, fighting together, covering each other, but that demon was too strong… The attack was direct, a beam of dark energy, something I'd never seen in my entire life. It went straight for Shapira." Zamir's eyes welled up. "Dante didn't think twice. He threw himself in front of her, creating a magical barrier, saving her life. But the price to be paid was far too high…"

"He couldn't withstand the sheer power of the demon lord's magic. It consumed him, and he turned to dust in her arms."

"His last words were a classic 'I love you'... That damned romantic…" he said, tears streaming down his face.

Zamir crushed the cigar on the counter, extinguishing it with an abrupt movement, trying to compose himself to continue the story.

"Shapira, in a scream of fury, went after the demon. I had never seen her like that. She seemed like a different person… and alone, she avenged her beloved. But it was all for nothing. We won the fight, but we lost everything that mattered. Part of her died with him that day. And the hatred she feels for the capital was born there too, for sending us into that trap. That smiling, hopeful Shapira… she was gone, replaced by the hard, closed-off woman you see today."

He finally looked at Arthur, and his gaze was old and tired.

"After that, our group disbanded. Each of us went our own way, to take care of our own lives. I set up this shop. Shapira started selling her services, charging for security. Torvin buried himself in his forge… and her sister, well, she became the leader of the Royal Knights."

He sighed, the sound heavy with indignation.

"That's why the two of them hate each other so much today. Shapira can't believe her own sister joined the royalty… joined the very people who sent us to our deaths, the people who killed her fiancé. But the opportunity was too good, and her sister ended up accepting. It destroyed their relationship."

"The truth is, kid, we all found a way to try and forget. Each of us is, in fact, just trying to run away from that same day. You understand?" he concluded, wiping his red eyes with the back of his hand.

Arthur was silent for a long moment, processing everything. The weight of those words seemed to fill the entire shop. "I… I'm sorry, Zamir. I had no idea."

Zamir shook his head as if to ward off the memories. He picked up the crushed cigar and threw it in a small trash can.

"Enough sentimentalism. The past doesn't pay the bills." His voice returned to that of the grumpy merchant from before.

"Now, about that list… those items aren't going to collect themselves, kid."

He bent down behind the counter and pulled out a small vial with a glowing red liquid, pushing it towards Arthur.

"Here. Take this. A basic healing potion, on the house. Don't go dying because of a stupid boar. It would be a waste."

Arthur took the potion, surprised by the gesture. He could see now that beneath the cynical, drunken shell, there was a man who cared.

"Thank you, Zamir. Really."

"Whatever. Now go, before I change my mind. And bring me my slime jelly!"

Arthur was about to leave, his hand reaching for the doorknob, when the door suddenly burst open.

WOOSH!

It was Shapira. She had a cut on her arm and was supporting the same injured man from before, who could now barely stand.

"Zamir! Quick, lock the door!" she shouted, her voice filled with urgency and pain. "They… they followed us. There are many of them."

Zamir didn't hesitate. He ran and threw the iron bolt on the door, while Arthur helped Shapira lower the man to the floor.

"'They' who, Shapira?" he asked, finishing locking the door.

"It's The Reapers," she replied, her voice strained with pain.

"That's not possible. They haven't appeared in over five years. We were still adventurers the last time I saw them."

"I know… but the new heroes were summoned, right? This can only mean one thing," she replied, leaning on Arthur.

"Someone opened that catacomb again," Zamir concluded, checking on the Reapers trying to break down the door.

Suddenly, loud, heavy bangs began to sound on the shop door. Then another, and another. There were many of them, trying to break in.

"Damn it…" Zamir muttered, positioning his bow and aiming at the door.

"Looks like your first day on the job is going to be a little more hectic than planned, kid."

Arthur drew his uchigatana, his hands sweating. His simple collection mission had just turned into a fight for survival.

The banging on the door continued, the sound growing louder and louder. The wood began to splinter, and shards of the door flew everywhere.

"It won't hold for much longer!" Zamir shouted, an arrow already nocked on his bow.

"Quick, Shapira, fall back with the wounded to the back! The kid and I will cover you!"

Shapira nodded, carrying the man with difficulty.

CRACK!

The entire door came down with a final crash.

The first figure to enter the shop moved with abnormal speed. It wore dark rags, its face obscured by a deep shadow. Only its purple eyes were faintly visible. It carried a rusty dagger and emanated a dark aura.

Without hesitation, Zamir fired one of his arrows at the creature, which easily deflected it with its dagger.

Moved by adrenaline and panic, Arthur charged towards the creature, delivering a direct upward slash.

The creature wasted no time. In one movement, it blocked the boy, breaking his guard.

Arthur was surprised. He hadn't expected such a strong block, much less for his guard to be broken. The blow was heavier than he anticipated; that creature was much stronger than it looked.

Wasting no time, the boy planted his left foot, recomposing his stance. The creature, in turn, advanced in a second, closing the combat distance.

By a millisecond, Arthur managed to dodge, creating a safe distance. As he saw more of those creatures entering the shop, the boy knew he was in serious trouble.

ZIP! ZIP!

Two arrows were fired by Zamir towards the first creature. The Reaper was forced to take a step back, using its dagger to deflect the first arrow and twisting its body to dodge the second. The defensive maneuver left it exposed for a fraction of a second.

"Now, boy!" Zamir shouted.

Arthur didn't need a second warning. Seeing the opening, he lunged forward with a quick and precise thrust. The tip of his uchigatana found its target, piercing the Reaper's chest where a heart should have been.

There was no blood, nor any sound. The creature just froze, dropping its dagger to the floor. An intense purple glow emerged from the wound, and slowly, the Reaper dissolved into a cloud of dust.