ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 300: Wildfire and Whimsy ( )

Hazuki grinned wide, wiping the blood off his mouth with his sleeve.

"Heh... If you wanna fight—no sneak attacks!!"

That manic glint in his eyes returned.

A crooked, excited smile stretched across his face.

He charged like a beast unleashed—

toward the already-fallen Flinchman monster.

A fist slammed into its jaw.

Another into its ribs.

"Not enough yet!?"

Hazuki shouted mid-laugh, swinging again.

Fists rained down like a storm. Each punch echoed through the forest like a hammer slamming steel. His movements were wild, unpredictable—yet every hit landed with precision.

The monster tried to move—but—

Too late.

Hazuki grinned wider. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"What? Not so tough when I’m facing you, huh!?"

After a while, Hazuki stopped.

He stood over the crumpled, broken body of the monster. His knuckles were bruised, shirt torn at the collar, and breath still a little heavy.

"...Boring," he muttered, letting out a sigh.

He stood upright and shoved his hands into his pockets like nothing happened.

"Ridan."

"Hmm?"

"This monster worth something?"

Ridan floated down slowly, eyes scanning the corpse.

"Ooh~ The skin. That thick hide is used for high-end armor. Mid-tier guilds pay good coin for it."

Hazuki looked down at the mess.

Broken limbs. Cracked skull. The monster’s face didn’t even look like a face anymore.

"...Nah. I don’t know how to skin, and I don’t have the tools. Just this sword."

"You sure? That’s good money wasted."

"Yeah," Hazuki shrugged. "Besides, I only have this leather side bag. If I skin it, I gotta tie it up and carry it around on my back."

He grimaced.

"That’s just annoying."

Ridan smirked. "Well, it’s up to you, Hazuki. Not up to me. I don’t need to use money—I just suck your mana."

"Yeah, yeah... whatever." Hazuki waved it off, already walking ahead like the whole fight didn’t happen.

Ridan floated beside him, twirling mid-air and then diving low before circling lazily.

Inside his mind, Ridan chuckled.

Heh... Back when I was with my old adventurer party, they used to argue like idiots over monster parts. Screaming over who gets the claw, who gets the fang. Skinning, slicing, even gambling for loot shares...

In the end, we always made the weakest member carry all the bloody skins.

He looked at Hazuki’s back, at the human walking forward without glancing back even once.

This guy... doesn’t even bother. Doesn’t ask, doesn’t care. No greed. No fuss.

Heh... so different.

And yet...

Everything went smooth for him.

If he needed something—he got it.

Even if it took time.

Just look at that wedding dress... heh... Ellyn tricked him into buying that enchanted bridal gown, shimmering white and woven with magic threads. And he? That weird guy just agreed. Spent almost all his gold without even a second thought.

Then she snatched his coin pouch too. Forced him to buy food while she stuffed her cheeks like a starving squirrel.

And that? That was a "date."

A date with a girl who looked like a child—because she chose to look like that. Princess Ellyna. The real her, hidden behind the innocent face of Ellyn.

Heh... if he knew she was a princess from the start... how would he react?

Ridan chuckled silently as he floated.

Can’t wait to see his face when that bomb drops.

"Ridan?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"Nothing... just remembered your date with Ellyn before." Ridan spun in the air like he was stirring a cup of tea with his finger.

Hazuki stopped for a moment, hands in his pockets, eyes on the sky.

"...Wonder what she’s doing right now..." he mumbled with a small smile.

"Heh... can’t believe you kissed her," Ridan teased.

Hazuki chuckled, scratching his head. "Of course. She used that transformation magic thing, showed her future adult self..."

"She looked... beautiful," Hazuki whispered to himself.

"And yet, you panicked right after, saying you might get arrested." Ridan laughed again, spinning lazily beside him.

"Shut up," Hazuki muttered, cheeks slightly red.

After walking for a while, Hazuki stopped under a tall, crooked tree whose shade stretched comfortably across the rocky ground.

He sat down lazily, back against the bark, and reached into his side pouch.

From it, he pulled out a half-filled bottle of local liquor and a small roll of smoke.

With a casual flick, he channeled mana into his fingertip.

[Elemental Control – Fire]

A small flame lit up.

He lit the smoke, took a long inhale, and exhaled slowly with a satisfied breath.

"Fuuh... this is good," Hazuki muttered.

Ridan hovered nearby, arms crossed as always. "Don’t blame me if you cough your lungs out again later."

"How long do you think we’ll reach the place?" Hazuki asked while staring into the distant path ahead, smoke still between his lips.

"Don’t know," Ridan shrugged. "If you keep this lazy pace, probably two days."

"HUHHHH!? TWO DAYS!?" Hazuki shouted in disbelief.

"What? What’s with the shock?" Ridan snorted. "You thought this place was small or something?"

Hazuki looked up at the leafy branches. "Do we really need to go that far just to get some herbs?"

"Yes, dumbass," Ridan replied. "You took the rare herb gathering quest, remember? Special request. Seven herbs. All scattered. All dangerous."

Hazuki groaned. "I thought they’d grow close together... like in a bundle."

"What is this, a supermarket!?" Ridan’s voice echoed with sarcasm.

Hazuki looked down the narrow path ahead. The road seemed endless—small, winding, and swallowed by overgrown trees and dense fog.

He took another drag of the smoke, letting the heat settle in his chest before exhaling slowly.

"Ridan."

"Yeah?" Ridan floated in lazy circles above him, arms behind his head, spinning slowly like a drifting leaf in the breeze.

"Who do you think made this quest?" Hazuki asked, eyes still locked far ahead.

"I already told you, didn’t I?" Ridan replied, halting his spin mid-air. "These seven herbs... they’re not just for healing potion or mana booster junk. They’re ingredients to make a special elixir. One that can cure a very specific kind of curse."

Hazuki raised an eyebrow. "The deadly kind?"

"The contagious kind," Ridan said, floating lower, his voice dropping slightly. "But not like a plague that spreads by touch or air."

Hazuki turned to him. "Then how?"

"It’s something else," Ridan explained. "It passes... by fate. By bloodline. When the first one in the family dies, the curse jumps to another family member. Randomly. Could be the father, the child, the sister. And when they die, it goes to the next. Again. And again."

Hazuki narrowed his eyes. "So it’s like a chain... one by one?"

"Exactly. The curse doesn’t infect. It chooses. And it kills slowly." Ridan’s tone turned a bit more serious. "The only way to break it, is to stop the cycle with the right potion... before too many fall."

Hazuki stayed silent. He flicked some ash off the end of his smoke.

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