ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 166: Street Showdown ( )

"Hazuki," Ridan called, floating just a little ahead.

"What now, Ridan?" Hazuki groaned, glancing up at the spirit lazily hovering in the air.

"That shop looks nice," Ridan said, pointing with his ghostly finger at a cozy little store across the street. The sign read "Windsilk Traders – Fine Adventurer Wares."

Hazuki squinted. "Err... it looks expensive to me."

"You’ve got money, don’t you?" Ridan spun around him in a circle with a smug grin. "Don’t be such a miserly, stingy old man. Buy something nice for once. Treat yourself!"

Hazuki muttered under his breath but sighed in defeat. "Well... if you say so, Ridan."

He trudged reluctantly toward the shop, dragging his feet as if he were being marched to his doom.

"Yes! That’s more like it. That’s how my ma—" Ridan stopped himself, coughed, and corrected, "—my partner rolls."

Hazuki side-eyed him. "I heard that."

"Eh? Heard what?" Ridan said, floating innocently just above his head.

But before Hazuki could reach the store, a group suddenly stepped in front of him, blocking the way.

A tall man in shiny, full plate armor stood like a wall, flanked by a group of girls—each dressed in overly flashy adventurer gear that screamed they were trying too hard. Their smug faces looked Hazuki up and down as if he were a homeless stray.

One of the girls sneered. "Oi, this shop isn’t for your kind."

"Huh!?" Hazuki stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing like a delinquent denied his lunch. "What did you just say, bitch?"

Another girl smirked and spat to the side. "Shouldn’t a broke nobody like you stick to the secondhand stalls? Go find yourself a used shirt or something."

Hazuki didn’t miss a beat. He gave her a once-over, clicking his tongue. "Pfft. Big talk coming from a girl with a flat chest and an outfit straight out of a cheap play. Just look at yourself, bitch. Now move."

The armored man turned, glaring down at Hazuki. "You’ve got a sharp mouth for someone without proper armor."

Ridan, hovering behind Hazuki, whispered in a theatrical tone, "Ooooh~ the commoner fights back. Get him, Hazuki~"

Hazuki cracked his neck.

"You got a problem, punk!?" he growled, stepping in close until he was face-to-face with the armored man. "I’m not in the mood today—so move over and get in line."

The man let out a short, amused laugh. "Or what?"

Hazuki’s eye twitched. His voice lowered. "Or I’ll crush your face right here, right now."

The tension thickened. Even the crowd on the street paused, sensing the storm brewing.

One of the girls behind the man scoffed. "Pfft. Big talk coming from a stray mutt with no armor."

Another sneered. "What are you even doing here? Window shopping for dreams you can’t afford?"

Hazuki clenched his jaw, the vein on his temple twitching.

Ridan floated behind him, then with a puff of sparkly magic, suddenly transformed into a tiny cheerleader—pom-poms and all.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" he chanted, doing a twirl midair.

Hazuki didn’t pay attention to any of it. His eyes were fixed on the armored guy in front of him, all his focus narrowed to one thing: smashing this clown’s smug face.

He jabbed a finger at the man’s chestplate. "Last warning. Move."

One of the girls sneered. "You must have a death wish. Our leader’s level 35, and we’re a Rank D adventurer party. You’re nothing but trash."

Hazuki’s eyes narrowed. "I don’t care if you’re level a hundred. Move—" his voice lowered into a dangerous growl, "—or I’ll crush you and your little fan club right here."

The armored man’s smirk grew wider. "Big talk. Fine then... looks like we’re settling this with a duel."

Hazuki unsheathed his sword with a sharp, metallic sound. "Bring it on, asshole." freewebnøvel.coɱ

Just as the tension reached a boiling point—

"Hold it right there!" a firm voice barked.

A pair of beastkin guards approached, their armor bearing the town’s crest, tails flicking as their eyes locked onto the group.

"What’s going on here, humans?" one of them asked, glancing between Hazuki and the armored man.

The girls instantly stepped back, trying to look innocent. The armored man shrugged casually, still smug. "Oh, nothing serious. Just a little duel we agreed on. Friendly stuff."

The guards didn’t look amused. One crossed his arms. "Then don’t block the street like a bunch of idiots. Move it to the arena."

"Fine by me," the armored man said with a grin.

Hazuki twitched his eye and silently nodded, sheathing his sword with a hard clack. "Let’s settle this properly then."

Ridan, still floating behind Hazuki in his ridiculous cheerleader outfit, spun in midair. "Ooooh~ it’s getting spicy~ To the battlefield we go!"

Hazuki ignored him completely and started walking toward the arena, cracking his knuckles along the way.

By the time they arrived at the arena, the atmosphere had already started to shift.

Word spread like wildfire.

Beastkin from all over the town gathered—ears twitching, tails wagging, voices buzzing with excitement. Curious murmurs quickly turned into enthusiastic cheers as more people packed into the stands.

"Hey, did you hear? A fight’s about to start!"

"Some crazy guy challenging the Silveroad adventurer party!"

"No way! You mean those Rank D hotshots?"

A mother grabbed her child by the hand. "Come on, sweetie, let’s watch the crazy human!"

A vendor pushed his stall closer to the entrance, flipping his sign. "Fresh roasted nuts! Popcorn! Perfect for watching dumb humans punch each other!"

"Oi! Stop drinking, you idiot! There’s a fight!"

"A real one? Hell yeah, let’s go!"

"Entertainment like this doesn’t happen every day!"

The crowd surged toward the arena with wide grins and shining eyes. The town square was practically emptying out as everyone was drawn like moths to flame by the promise of violence and drama.

Nearby, an older fox-eared man with a booming voice and a crooked grin slammed down a crate and quickly set up a makeshift betting booth.

"Alright, folks! Human versus human! Pick your side!"

He raised a crudely painted board with odds scrawled in smudged charcoal:

Crazy Guy with a Death Wish – 1:200

Silveroad Adventurer Party, Rank D – 1:10

"Ehhh?!"

"I’ll put 20 silver on Silveroad!" one shouted.

"Ha! I’ll wager a full gold coin! Easy win!"

"Don’t forget my 2 gold coins on Silveroad! They’ll stomp that idiot!"

Coins flew in every direction. Betting slips piled up, overflowing. The booth turned chaotic, filled with eager gamblers yelling over each other.

Meanwhile, a small beastkin boy—floppy-eared and barely ten—was walking by with a paper bag of groceries in one hand, clutching a single silver coin tightly in the other.

"Huh? What’s happening in the arena?" he muttered, craning his neck.

The crowd was too thick. He tried peeking between the legs of taller adults, shifting through gaps to get a better view.

Just as he finally reached the betting table and was about to stand on his toes for a better look—

SHOVE!

"Ah—!"

A drunken badger beastkin bumped into him, making the boy stumble. His hand jerked forward—

Clink!

His single silver coin flew through the air... and landed squarely on the betting tray of the Crazy Guy.

"W-Wah! No!!" the boy cried.

"Oi, kid!" the fox-eared bookie barked. "Once the bet drops, it’s final!"

"B-But I didn’t mean to—!"

"No buts! Final means final!"

Ding!

A bell rang loudly.

"Alright!! Bets are closed! The match is about to begin!"

The crowd erupted into cheers as the boy stared in horror at his one silver coin, now doomed to be part of the town lunatic’s absurd wager.

( End Of Chapter )