ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 214: He Who Laughs Last ( )

They watched in silence.

Every slash from his blade spilled something larger than a man.

Each movement was wild, unpredictable.

He ducked under claws, jumped between jaws, drove his blade into the spine of a hulking brute and twisted like he was turning a key.

The green fire on his sword never dimmed.

Not even once.

Inside their minds, the question echoed.

So this is how he did it...?

This is how he took down all those monsters in the forest... alone...?

A younger guard swallowed hard.

This isn’t how normal people fight...

Not with that grin.

Not with that laugh.

Not while soaked in blood and still smiling like he was enjoying it.

No commands.

No tactics.

Just pure, relentless destruction.

And not one monster made it past him.

The ground trembled.

A rift appear, dark, pulsing cracked open again just beyond the bodies.

More monsters clawed their way through. Fangs. Bone. Screams.

The guards raised their weapons.

But the black-haired human was already moving.

He charged.

Sword trailing green fire, he rammed straight into the incoming monsters.

One slash took a head.

Another took three limbs.

He moved through them like meat in his way, not enemies—just obstacles.

Then he saw the rift.

And he grinned.

He stepped past the last twitching corpse, eyes locked on that swirling, humming mass of mana.

He raised his sword.

And swung.

The green fire roared with each strike.

The rift pulsed—but cracks began to show.

He didn’t stop.

Again. Again. Even as sparks flew from the air itself.

The rift began to flicker.

Warp.

Scream.

Then—shatter.

A burst of dark light exploded outward, vaporizing the last monster halfway through it.

Silence followed.

No new monsters came.

No new rift formed.

Just the sound of his boots in the blood-soaked dirt as he turned away.

Still smiling.

Still muttering to himself.

And not a scratch on him.

Hazuki turned his head slowly.

Green flames licking across his blade.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, where scattered monsters still growled, clawed, regrouped. Giant wolves with red eyes. Muscle-bound brutes wielding jagged cleavers. Serpent-bodied horrors slithering over corpses.

He smiled.

Wide.

Too wide.

"More..." his voice came low, like a whisper to himself.

His shoulders trembled.

Then. He threw his head back and laughed.

"More... MORE!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Then he moved.

Like lightning through rot.

He launched forward with a stomp that shattered the stone under his boots. In a blink, he closed the distance to a charging ogre-like beast, nearly twice his size.

It raised its axe.

Hazuki didn’t stop.

He slid low beneath the swing, green fire scraping along the ground as his sword dragged sparks, then in one sharp upper slash, he tore the creature open from hip to shoulder.

Blood sprayed.

The beast didn’t even finish its roar before collapsing.

Hazuki didn’t pause.

He pivoted mid-motion, grabbed a thrown spear from the dirt without looking, and hurled it backward, straight through the throat of a serpent charging from behind.

Before the body hit the ground, he was already mid-air, leaping with a spin toward a battle wolf lunging at him.

He kicked the wolf mid-air,crushing its snout with a CRACK then landed on its back and drove his sword down, skewering it through the spine until the tip hit the stone beneath.

Then a brute roared and charged him with a mace.

Hazuki didn’t move.

Not until the last second.

He twisted his body, let the mace graze his shoulder, ripping part of his shirt, but used the momentum to bring the sword around in a wide arc, slicing deep into the brute’s side.

He grinned as it howled.

Then took one step forward, and shoved his fist into its face, crushing the nose and sending teeth flying.

It dropped.

Another monster rushed in.

Hazuki met it mid-charge.

His knee connected first—straight into its jaw.

Then a left hook. Then a palm strike. Then an elbow to the throat.

No wasted movement.

No fear.

He spun again, bringing his sword up like a cleaver, cutting through another monster’s raised weapon and then its neck in one clean stroke.

Every slash—sharp, precise.

Every kick—measured but wild.

He fought like he was dancing.

A dance only he knew the rhythm of.

And all the while—

He laughed.

Not because he was mad.

But because this—this—was fun.

"C... Cap... Captain...?" one of the younger guards stammered, his voice barely audible over the dying roars of monsters.

"Y-Yeah?" the captain replied, eyes locked forward, hand still frozen around the grip of his sword.

The younger guard swallowed.

"If... if a group of rank A adventurers were fighting... would they look like... like that?"

He pointed shakily.

Ahead of them, Hazuki spun midair, kicking off the body of one monster while slicing through another in the same motion. Green fire trailed his blade like a comet, each slash clean, wild, and fast. Blood arced. Limbs dropped. A third monster was slammed to the ground with his heel, and the impact cracked stone.

Then the laughter again.

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The captain blinked.

"Err... no," he muttered. "They... usually fight in groups. Coordinated. Balanced. Healers, buffers, frontliners..."

He watched as Hazuki flipped over a serpent beast, landed behind it, and drove his sword upward through its ribs.

"Not like this."

"Then... what rank is he...?"

"I..." the captain’s throat went dry. "I don’t think he gives a shit."

"Wha... what should we do now, Captain?" another guard asked, still catching his breath, knuckles white around his weapon.

The captain didn’t answer immediately.

He watched as Hazuki shoved his boot into the last monster’s chest, kicking it off his blade with a lazy flick.

The green flame dimmed slightly, but that twisted grin hadn’t faded.

Hazuki muttered something to the air again, none of them knew what.

Then casually turned his back and walked toward the shadows, as if the battlefield wasn’t littered with mangled corpses.

The captain exhaled.

"...Assemble the remaining available guards," he finally said, voice steady now.

"Form new squads. We assist the other two gates."

"But... what about him...?" a guard asked, hesitating.

"He came from the west gate," the captain said. "If he fought the same way there, it’s probably already handled."

He glanced toward the blood-soaked street.

"Whatever he is... he’s on our side."

"For now..." someone muttered.

The captain ignored it.

"I’ll stay here with a few men. Secure the perimeter. You—go. Take the squad. Move fast."

The guards nodded quickly.

They didn’t waste time.

( End Of Chapter )

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