ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 213: Green Fire, Red Eyes ( )

Inside Macia Town – Near the East Gate

The streets were lit with torchlight and panic.

Guards and adventurers rushed past, hauling injured, shouting commands, dragging carts of weapons toward the walls.

But down a narrow alley, a group of rough-looking men huddled in the shadows.

One of them peeked around the corner, eyes wide as another troll roared outside the gate.

"L-Leader... the monsters... they’re everywhere. Should we... should we fight?"

The man at the center, tall, scar across his nose, eyes bloodshot, spun and grabbed him by the collar.

"Are you out of your damn mind!?"

"B-But we’re stuck here... we can’t get out the gate... and what if they break through?"

"We’re not heroes! We didn’t come here to die fighting monsters!" the leader snapped.

"We came to get that land deed from that lady, take back the money she owes us and maybe get a little payback on that black-haired bastard."

The others shuffled nervously. A few looked pale. Another peeked toward the gate and saw a guard get thrown off the wall by a monster.

"...Leader. Even if we wanted to, we can’t leave town now. We’re trapped here."

"Then shut up and hide. Keep your weapons ready and your heads low. Let the guards and adventurers die out there first."

Then.

A sound.

It cut through the night like a rusty blade.

Laughter.

Not the kind you hear in taverns.

Not the kind that brings cheer.

This was low, distorted, and inhuman. It echoed between stone and smoke, long and drawn out.

Too loud.

Too close.

"L-L-Leader..." one of the thugs whispered, eyes darting toward the gate as the noise rolled in again. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

The leader didn’t speak.

"W-Wh-What was that!?"

Another voice, barely audible—"D-Demon...?"

"How the hell should I know!?" the leader snapped.

The laughter came again.

Rising. Distorted. Too cheerful for what it followed.

Another thug grabbed the leader’s arm, trembling. "If... if that is a demon... we’re all gonna die in here."

The group of crooks was motionless, frozen in fear.

Then the leader hissed, voice sharp.

"You! And you! Go check it out!"

Two of the men spun to him, eyes wide.

"Wha—!? No way!! Are you crazy!?"

"I said GO!"

"And I said FUCK OFF!!" one of them snapped, voice high and panicked.

"I’m not walking out there for some laugh that sounds like hell chewing its dinner!!"

The leader grabbed his collar.

"I’m the leader here! You do what I say!"

"Who the hell cares now!?" the man shoved his hand away, eyes burning.

"We’re not a crew, we’re a bunch of idiots stuck in a town about to get wiped out!!"

He pulled a small leather pouch from his belt and tossed it at the leader’s feet.

Clink.

"There’s your cut! I quit! I’m done! I’ll become a damn worker or pick cabbage, anything but this shit!"

"Yeah, me too!" another thug shouted, throwing his own pouch down.

"Your money’s cursed! I’d rather be broke than be near whatever the hell THAT was!"

One by one, more of them started backing away, turning into the shadows of the town, muttering curses and prayers under their breath.

The leader stood alone in the alley, fists clenched, eyes darting toward the gate.

Sweat trickled down his temples.

He was still staring at the gate when it happened.

"You there!!"

A voice cut through the air—firm, commanding.

He flinched.

A beastkin guard, bloodied and bruised, pointed straight at him.

"You’re a volunteer, right!? Good! We need reinforcements!"

"W-Wait! I’m not—"

But it was too late.

The guard didn’t wait for permission. He grabbed the man by the arm and yanked him forward, dragging him toward the open gate.

"Come and assist us! We’re holding the line!"

"A-Ah!? I-I’m not a fighter!!"

But no one listened.

They were too busy. Too overwhelmed.

Then—a roar.

One of the monsters, a horned brute with stone-gray skin, broke from the pack and charged.

Straight at him.

The crook’s sword rattled in his hands.

His knees buckled.

"W-Wait—!!"

It slammed into him before he could scream, lifting him off his feet like a ragdoll and sending him crashing into a barricade.

Wood splintered. Bone cracked.

The crook leader lay slumped against a shattered barricade, his sword long gone, body mangled and soaked in blood.

Breathing ragged. Bones cracked. Vision fading.

He couldn’t move.

Could barely think.

But he saw it.

A monster, wolf-shaped, but far too large, its spine covered in jagged black bone. Its jaw split unnaturally wide, and glowing eyes locked onto him.

It took one step. Then another.

Slow. Measured.

The others were too busy fighting.

No one saw it creeping toward him.

No one would stop it.

Inside his mind.

If... If I survive this... I’ll change.

I’ll stop with the scams... the threats... the greed.

I swear...

He closed his eyes.

The monster lunged.

And then.

The sound of tearing flesh.

A flash of green fire lit the space beside him.

The crook flinched, but he felt no pain.

He opened one eye.

The monster’s head slid off its shoulders and hit the ground beside him with a wet thud.

A figure stood in front of him now.

Flames burning.

Laughing.

Not the laugh of a hero.

Not the laugh of someone sane.

Something twisted.

It echoed along the walls like a shadow crawling into the bones.

The crook’s eyes widened.

He didn’t speak.

He didn’t dare.

The black-haired man didn’t even look at him. He was already moving, stepping over the body and charging into the next group of monsters like a living storm.

The flames followed.

The laughter lingered.

And the crook, still shaking, broken.Began to cry.

But he didn’t know if it was from relief...

Or absolute terror.

Every guard, volunteer, and adventurer froze.

The clash of steel stopped for just a breath.

They watched, silent, stiff, as the monsters were cut down one by one, fast, brutal, surgical.

And from within that whirlwind of violence...

Laughter.

Low. Crooked. Wrong.

From the shadows and torchlight, they could only make out flashes.

A silhouette—lean but fast.

A black-haired figure dancing between corpses, blade burning green as it carved through flesh and bone.

Then they saw the eyes.

They were supposed to be black.

But what they saw...

Was red.

Glowing, like coals beneath the skin.

Hungry.

The gate captain’s voice cracked as he pointed forward—

"A-Assist him!!"

But the figure turned.

He looked back.

And smiled.

A smile that made skin crawl.

Predatory.

Then, without a word, he turned again and charged into the next cluster of monsters, laughing to himself.

That same broken, creeping laugh.

The gate captain blinked, hand still raised.

Then lowered it slowly.

"Uh... everyone... just... get the wounded," he muttered, trying to sound calm.

"Send them for treatment. And... uh... secure the gate..."

No one argued.

No one even looked confused.

They all nodded quickly, eyes still locked on that black-haired figure who moved like a demon.

( End Of Chapter )

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