ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 206: The Hidden Threats ( )

Kisha stared at the guild ledger.

The number beside her name... didn’t even feel real.

"M-Mister Hazuki... isn’t that... your entire earning?" she asked, voice small.

Hazuki didn’t even flinch.

"So!!?" he snapped.

He jabbed a finger in her direction.

"I’m the main sponsor for that orphanage now!! You got a problem with that!?"

Kisha flinched and shook her head rapidly.

"Y-yes. I mean—no! I mean— yes, I’ll handle it properly!"

Hazuki crossed his arms.

"Good. You better make sure you can control that money, and make sure those kids eat well. Got it? Not a single one of them goes hungry!"

"Understood!" she said with a firm nod, her hands still trembling slightly.

Hazuki turned back toward the receptionist and slammed his hand on the counter.

"Now! My silver coin please!! And fast!!"

The receptionist girl, startled, scrambled under the desk and came back with a small pouch.

"T-Ten silver coins in cash, Mister Hazuki!"

Hazuki grabbed the pouch, weighed it with his hand, then gave a sharp nod.

"Nice. This is lunch money. Don’t touch."

Ridan floated over his shoulder, smirking.

"You’re like a grumpy sugar daddy with no chill."

"Shut up. I’m hungry. Let’s go get that meat."

Meanwhile... in a rundown hideout on the outskirts of Macia Town.

The stench of old ale, damp wood, and bitter rage hung in the air.

A group of rough-looking men sat in a tight circle, weapons sharpened and voices low.

At the center stood their leader—a man with a bruised jaw and a barely healed nose. The very one who had been kicked, punched, and humiliated at the orphanage not long ago.

His eyes burned with hate.

"We regroup... and we kill that human." he growled.

"How dare he. Just a little more, and I would’ve had the land deed signed. The kids sold off. And that lady...should have been mine!."

He slammed a dagger into the wooden table.

"And then he showed up. Some nobody with black hair and a death wish."

One of the grunts nodded.

"Yes, Leader. He embarrassed us in front of everyone. We won’t forgive this."

Another thug spoke up, gripping a club.

"We’ve got around 50 people now. All armed. All ready."

The leader grinned—teeth crooked, lips cracked.

"Good. Make sure everyone has their weapon ready. We march tonight."

He leaned forward, eyes gleaming with cruelty.

"We’re going to kill that human."

"You know, leader..."

The man paused, leaning on his rusted spear.

"What?" the leader snapped, still sharpening his blade with growing irritation.

"I heard some rumors... from town."

The leader raised an eyebrow.

"Huh? What rumors?"

The man lowered his voice, glancing around the room.

"That black-haired human... apparently took out high-tier monsters."

A few others stopped what they were doing.

The room grew quiet.

The leader scoffed.

"For real!? You believe that crap!?"

"Well..." the man shifted uncomfortably.

"According to one of my buddies, they saw multiple caravans arriving at the guild warehouse."

Another thug chimed in, voice cautious.

"I saw it too, boss. They were unloading Trolls. Big ones. And some huge Battle Wolves."

"He did that alone, they said."

The leader stood still, eyes narrowing.

"Hmph..." he forced a sneer.

"It’s just rumors. He probably tricked the guild, like some smart-ass scavenger claiming credit."

The room didn’t seem convinced.

One of the quieter grunts muttered, "They also said he beat a rank D adventurer party in the arena... with just punches and kicks."

The leader’s grip tightened on his blade.

"Enough! I don’t care if he punched dragons in the face. We’re 50 men. Armed. He’s just one human."

He slammed his fist down on the table.

"We go through with the plan. That land was ours. And no freak with black hair is going to take it from me!"

The room went quiet again—this time, not out of respect.

Out of unease.

The leader stood tall at the center of the rundown shack, his glare sweeping across the room.

"Let’s go!" he barked.

A chorus of voices followed—

"Yes, Leader!!"

Weapons clanked. Boots stomped. Blades were drawn. Fifty men—ruffians, mercenaries, and crooks armed with daggers, clubs, cheap swords, and malicious intent—moved as one.

"We find him."

The leader’s voice was low now. Sharp. Focused.

"And we attack him at the same time. No warnings. No speeches. Just stab, beat, kill, and run."

One of the grunts swallowed hard.

"What if... what if the town guards catch us?"

The leader grinned.

It wasn’t comforting.

It was cruel.

"If any of you get captured by the guard, that’s your problem."

He turned.

"You already got your pay."

Some eyes shifted. But no one spoke.

The mob began to move—leaving behind the broken hideout, heading toward the edge of town, toward the forest path, toward the orphanage.

Toward Hazuki.

Meanwhile, inside the Macia Adventurer Guild...

Deputy Guild Master Gikan stood at the front desk, arms crossed, gaze heavy with fatigue.

He sighed.

A deep, soul-worn sigh.

At the receptionist table, Kisha quietly sat, hands on her lap, watching as the guild staff completed the transfer.

And meanwhile...

The black-haired human?

Gone.

Vanished like mist.

After yelling at the receptionist staff, talking to the air, grabbing his silver coins, and storming out like a man on a mission—a meat-related mission.

Gikan sighed again.

Just as his hand touched his forehead, the doors behind the guild staff area swung open.

"Gikan!"

It was the Guild Master, his large frame stepping into the hall with the force of a charging ox.

"Where is that human!?"

Gikan didn’t even blink.

Still holding his forehead, he muttered under his breath—

"Another troublemaker."

"What now...?"

Gikan muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Before he could fully exhale another sigh, he heard the guild master’s booming voice again. freewebnoveℓ.com

"Hey! That human’s already in the arena, right?"

Braham cracked his knuckles, his beastkin tail twitching with excitement.

"Alright! Can’t wait to spar with him!"

Gikan’s eye twitched.

Inside his mind:

This brutal shithead... always smiling when someone’s about to lose teeth.

Gikan slowly turned his head toward Braham—expression still neutral, but his patience long gone.

Then—he released his aura.

The same crushing pressure he used earlier—like gravity thickening the air, curling down on the skin, making the atmosphere feel like a battlefield.

The guild staff nearby winced.

Papers rustled.

A glass cracked on a shelf.

But Braham?

He grinned.

Wide. Eager.

"Oho~ Gikan~ I like that!!"

He clenched his fists like a kid getting a new toy.

Gikan sighed again.

Inside his mind:

This high-level shithead can feel my aura... yet that black-haired lunatic just scratched his butt and asked if coins were on the floor.

He didn’t say anything else.

Just stared into the void.

And sighed one more time.

( End Of Chapter )

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