ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 157: Invisible Partner, Inevitable Chaos ( )

The receptionist hesitated, then offered a gentle suggestion:

"How about taking a rank-up test? You certainly qualify."

Before Hazuki could respond, Ridan’s voice hissed right in his ear.

"Better refuse it politely, dumbass."

"Your dream isn’t to become famous.Even If you become popular, you can’t flirt or touch other women anymore. It’s a waste."

Hazuki blinked, scratching his head.

"Oh yeah..."

He mumbled thoughtfully.

But Ridan wasn’t done.

His voice dropped mockingly low.

"Unless..."

Hazuki’s eyes narrowed.

"What do you—"

"Ahn~" Ridan purred wickedly.

"Imagine it... being pinned down by one of these bulky muscle freaks... on top of you~ Slowly leaning in... lips parting... going for a kissuuu~"

Hazuki nearly gagged.

"YUCKK!!! EWWW!! NO WAY!!"

The receptionist blinked, ears twitching.

"Hmm? Mister Human? Who are you talking to...?"

Hazuki flinched, flustered.

"A-Ah no, no... just... remembered something."

Ridan floated behind him, laughing maniacally.

"That’s what you get for pretending to be normal."

The receptionist gave a polite nod, still unsure if Hazuki was insane or just wonderfully socially challenged.

"If you want, you can check the quest board over there." She pointed toward a large wall filled with pinned notices.

"You can take any quest suitable for your current rank." Then she added with a professional, if slightly sharp tone,

"But if you insist on taking a quest above your level or rank, and something happens... the guild holds no responsibility for your death or disappearance."

Hazuki flashed a big grin and a lazy thumbs-up.

"Okay. Thank you!"

As he turned away, he casually tapped his adventurer card, and the glow of his balance flickered faintly. He couldn’t help but smirk—he was richer than yesterday. And honestly, that already felt like a miracle.

"Alright! Let’s check out the quest board!"

He marched toward it, full of confidence.

Ridan floated beside him, arms crossed behind his back like an overexcited tourist guide.

"Yeah!! Find a quest to kill a dragon!"

Hazuki froze mid-step.

"D-Dragon!?"

He spun around with panic in his eyes.

"No way! I don’t want to die! Pick something easy, you trash-spirit! Like clearing a goblin settlement or something!!"

The guild hall suddenly fell silent.

Then, slowly—

Every beastkin in the room turned their heads toward him.

Whispers spread like wildfire.

"Did he just say goblin settlement...?"

"Is this guy insane?"

"He doesn’t even have armor... or a shield... just that green sword..."

"Without a party? No prep? Just charging into a goblin camp?"

One grizzled bearkin sipped his mug and muttered,

"He’s dead. Definitely dead."

Another tigerfolk nodded solemnly.

"Mark my words. He’ll last two hours tops."

Hazuki, of course, had already gone up to the quest board and started humming to himself while scanning the notices—completely unaware that the entire room was silently penning his obituary.

Ridan floated smugly behind him.

"Well... you do have a record of surviving with zero plans. So maybe it’ll just be mildly humiliating instead of fatal."

Hazuki eagerly scanned the quest board, eyes lighting up.

"Oh! Goblin extermination! I like this one!" He grinned wide and snatched the paper from the board.

"Goblin are easy! And look at this, Ridan!" He held the quest sheet up like a treasure map.

"Three copper per goblin! Imagine if we wipe out a whole settlement! We’d be rich!!"

The entire guild turned to stare at him again.

"...Easy...?"

"Is he serious?"

"He’s dead. This guy’s dead."

Hazuki, of course, was too hyped to notice the ominous atmosphere.

"Alright! We take this one!"

A few nearby beastkin exchanged worried glances and whispered the same thing:

"Who’s ’we’? He came in alone."

"This black-haired human... he’s actually crazy."

"Don’t talk to him."

"Don’t even look at him."

"Just let him die quietly."

Hazuki proudly marched back to the reception and slapped the quest paper onto the counter.

"I booked this quest for me!"

The receptionist glanced at the paper—and then at Hazuki, slowly realizing something was very off.

"Umm... excuse me, Mr. Human Adventurer," she said gently, like addressing someone with a concussion,

"You need at least a Rank C party to take this quest. It’s an extermination. It requires planning, tracking, proper equipment—"

Hazuki waved her off confidently.

"Don’t worry! I got my buddy here!" He jabbed his thumb proudly over his shoulder toward Ridan.

Of course, no one could see Ridan.

The room went silent again.

The receptionist blinked, hesitating.

"Umm... Mr. Human... are you feeling alright? Maybe you need a healer? Or... a nap?"

"No! I want this quest! Process it! Ekekeke!"

Hazuki laughed like he was two coppers short of a silver.

The receptionist slowly reached under the counter and handed him a small magic quest bag—a basic storage item used to hold proof of monster kills.

"Very well. The guild takes no responsibility if anything happens," she said flatly.

"To complete the quest," she added, "please cut off each goblin’s right ear and place it in this magic bag. It will automatically count the proof."

Hazuki nodded with determination.

"Alright! Time to make money and make my name known!"

From the back of the guild, a beastkin muttered under his breath:

"...It’s gonna be his name on the gravestone."

Ridan floated silently beside Hazuki, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

In his misty, invisible thoughts, he muttered:

"Heh... this pipsqueak doesn’t even realize it. All monsters should avoid him. This guy can pass bad luck like it’s contagious—without even trying."

Meanwhile, Hazuki was still talking, completely unaware that his partner’s mind had wandered into existential ridicule.

"Oi, Ridan!"

No response.

"Ridan! You hear what I said!?"

Ridan blinked, as if waking from a nap.

"Huh? What, dumbass?"

Hazuki spun around with his arms flailing.

"Ugh! You said we’re partners, and yet your mind just flew off! Where’d it go, huh!? To the moon!? Or did you dive headfirst into a toilet hole again!?"

Ridan shrugged mid-air.

"Honestly, the toilet hole would’ve been much better."

Hazuki’s eyebrow twitched.

"You little ghost fart!"

"That’s ’spirit of wisdom,’ thank you very much."

They bickered all the way out the guild doors, while several adventurers nearby quietly took mental notes:

"Definitely crazy."

"Fighting with air spirit... again."

"Avoid at all costs."

( End Of Chapter )