ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 212: Death’s Feral Smile ( )

Elsewhere – East Gate

The sky above the wall glowed faint red from the burning torches. Screams and roars echoed from beyond the perimeter.

Monsters clawed at the reinforced barricades, some slamming their bodies into the steel and wood, others leaping and being speared mid-air by guards.

Amid the chaos, Deputy Guild Master Gikan cut down a charging ghoul-like beast, spinning his blade and barking orders.

"Push left! Shield wall there is collapsing! Keep the casters covered!"

Behind him, Braham stormed through two ogre-class creatures like a man possessed, his fist glowing with dense mana as he shattered bone with each strike.

"Gikan!"

"WHAT NOW, Braham!? I’m a little busy!" Gikan parried a claw, then drove his dagger through its skull.

"You cover this gate with the adventurers here. Help the guards hold the line!"

Braham leapt onto the rampart, scanning the town from the height. Flames glowed near the south and west.

"I’ll take every adventurer not bleeding or dead to cover the other two gates! We hold three, or we lose the town!"

Gikan grit his teeth, blade raised again.

"We don’t have enough people!!"

"Then we try our best!" Braham shouted, turning toward his rallying adventurers.

"Before reinforcements arrive! MOVE!!"

"Where the hell is the region lord’s knight unit!?" one adventurer shouted, blood trickling down his arm.

A guard answered between panting breaths—

"They... already left! Rushed out to protect the lord’s estate outside town!"

"WHAT!?" Gikan turned, rage flaring in his voice.

"We’re fighting to protect their people—AND THEY RUN TO GUARD MANSIONS!?"

"They’re not coming back, sir!"

Gikan clenched his jaw.

"Then we hold this gate ourselves. Adventurers! Back into formation! Anyone still breathing—fight!"

Western Gate – Midnight

Steel clashed. Screams echoed. Blood soaked into the dirt, steaming in the cold night air.

The formation was breaking.

Too many monsters.

Too many bodies.

A beastkin guard slammed into the wall, his shield broken in half, blood trickling from his scalp. Another screamed as claws raked across his back.

"C-Captain!!" a younger soldier cried, trembling as another troll advanced.

"Is that... is that a demon!? I—I hear laughing!!"

Beyond the wall of monsters.

Laughter.

Wild. Unhinged.

The sound was getting closer.

A monstrous howl split the air, then something far worse:

Green fire.

It lit up the tree line.

"Fall back!!" the captain shouted. "Close the gate!!"

"B-But Captain—!"

"TRY TO HOLD THE LINE! SLOWLY—FALL BACK! DO NOT DROP FORMATION!"

"If we do that—!" another guard shouted, eyes wide.

"The monsters will get inside the town!!"

The gate creaked behind them.

Monsters snarled ahead.

And that laughter...

Closer.

A burst of green light. Trees snapped. Something hit the front line of monsters like a thrown boulder.

One of the guards froze.

"W-What was that!?"

Then they saw it.

A figure, human-sized, darted through the horde.

A blade in one hand.

The other hand—punching through a monster’s skull.

One kick.

One slash.

Flames trailing behind every movement.

The monsters began to fall.

One by one. Two by two.

Blood sprayed.

And that laughter—louder now.

"C-Captain...! That’s not a demon."

"That’s... the black-haired human!!"

"Form a line in front of the gate! Do not let a single monste—"

The captain’s command was cut short.

Because every man near the gate froze.

Every sword lowered slightly.

Every shield faltered.

Because they saw him.

A black-haired human, sword trailing green flame in one hand, the other clenched into a fist. His body dripped blood, but none of it seemed to slow him.

And that grin.

A wide, savage grin.

His eyes glinted in the firelight like someone who lived for this moment.

Then he moved.

Fast.

Too fast for their eyes to fully follow.

The first monster, a scaled brute swinging a rusted axe never stood a chance. The human ducked low, spun, and sliced clean through its knee. As it fell, he drove his boot into its jaw, snapping it with a crunch that echoed.

He didn’t pause.

Another lunged at him from the right, jagged teeth snapping, claws raised.

He didn’t dodge.

He punched straight into its throat.

Its body stopped mid-motion, choking. Then collapsed.

He caught another by the horn as it charged—spun it mid-air and used it like a club, bashing two others back into the treeline.

The flame along his sword ignited with every motion.

A four-legged beast tried to flank him.

He twisted, used his momentum, and drove his elbow into its eye socket, then stabbed downward, planting the sword through its skull into the ground.

Every movement was sharp. Brutal. Efficient.

Kick.

Slash.

Palm strike.

Neck snap.

The captain, still gripping his sword, couldn’t take his eyes off the scene.

The monsters that had nearly broken their line were now backing away.

One of the younger soldiers whispered, voice trembling.

"...I thought he was just some crazy adventurer."

One of them, a young beastkin with shaking hands, broke the silence first.

"...Maybe," he muttered. "Maybe this is why... he always talks to himself?"

The captain glanced sideways, silent.

Another guard, eyes wide, slowly nodded.

"Think about it... Fighting like that. Alone. All the time... Maybe he’s gone mad. Maybe... it’s the only way he stays sane."

They watched as Hazuki threw one last monster to the ground, his boot crushing its skull with a wet crack. His sword flicked once,blood sprayed to the side, vanishing into the dirt.

The battlefield was quiet.

Bodies lay piled around the gate,burning, twitching, torn. The stench of blood and smoke hung heavy in the air.

Hazuki stood in the middle of it all, a silhouette against the flickering green flames.

His sword rested across his shoulder.

Then he turned.

That grin.

Wide.

Devilish.

His gaze locked onto the wall of stunned guards.

"All these monsters—" he said, voice calm but sharp,

"—are my loot. Don’t try to steal any, got it?"

Not a single guard moved.

A few blinked.

The captain’s mouth opened. Closed.

One soldier finally muttered under his breath.

"...We weren’t going to..."

Another coughed awkwardly. "Who’d be stupid enough to?"

"Right," someone whispered. "Let him have them. Hell, build him a cart if he asks."

Hazuki turned again, walking through the steam rising from fresh corpses like it was a casual stroll through the marketplace.

The flame still burned bright on his sword, and the grin didn’t fade.

He looked over his shoulder one more time.

"If you touch even one fang—"

The guards stiffened.

"I’ll know."

Then he laughed softly to himself and disappeared into the darkness, stepping over another twitching corpse on the way.

( End Of Chapter )

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