ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 177: The Man Who Means Business ( )

Hazuki stared at the stone steps beneath his feet. "I was in an orphanage too. Back in my world. Only difference was, mine had government funding. Basic meals, shared bunk beds, free clothes. Nothing fancy... but I never went hungry."

Ridan floated quietly for a beat. "...So that’s why you didn’t hesitate."

Hazuki snorted. "Like I’m doing this out of kindness or something."

"Yeah, yeah," Ridan said, grinning again. "Still, you didn’t even blink when handing out your money. Guess you just got yourself another invisible title: Soft-Hearted Punch Idiot."

Hazuki glared. "Shut up before I donate you to the trash."

"Too late, I’m your treasure now." Ridan wiggled his fingers like a smug raccoon spirit.

Hazuki sighed and pushed the guild doors open.

Hazuki strode straight to the receptionist counter, his footsteps heavy but calm.

The beastkin receptionist looked up and blinked in surprise. "Ah... Mister Hazuki. About your last quest—um, the goblin extermination. Our investigation team still hasn’t—"

"Not here for that," Hazuki cut her off, his tone cold. "I don’t care anymore."

He dropped his leather side bag on the counter with a dull thud. Then one by one, he pulled out rings, necklaces, earrings, small trinkets, and other things.

"I want to sell all of this. I don’t want any tricks. Fair price. Got it?"

The receptionist stared at the pile. Her ears twitched in surprise.

"T-this much? " she hesitated. "This is a lot. I’ll need to call the appraiser. Please wait a moment."

Hazuki leaned casually on the counter, not saying a word.

From his shoulder, Ridan floated just behind his ear and whispered, "Heh~ look at her face. Like you dumped a dragon egg instead of loot."

Hazuki didn’t react.

Just kept his eyes on the pile, the weight of more than just jewelry hanging behind his silence.

The receptionist soon returned, accompanied by a sharp-eyed beastkin man with a monocle and a small appraisal kit.

He didn’t waste time. With practiced hands, he inspected each ring, bracelet, and pendant, murmuring softly as magical symbols flickered around his fingertips. A few pieces he raised an eyebrow at, but most he simply tagged and set aside.

After several tense minutes, he nodded. "We can purchase the entire lot for five gold coins."

Hazuki crossed his arms. "Coins. No deposit."

The appraiser didn’t blink. "Very well."

The receptionist opened a lockbox and began counting.

Ridan floated a little closer, whispering with a snicker. "Ah~ you’re rich again. We should celebrate. Wine? Skewers? A massage from a big melon beastkin?"

Hazuki muttered under his breath. "I’m using this to buy essentials for those kids."

Ridan rolled dramatically in the air. "Essentials? Boooooring. You used to be fun when you were broke."

The receptionist slid a small pouch toward Hazuki with a polite bow. "Here you are, Mister Hazuki. Five gold coins. Thank you for doing business with the guild."

Hazuki took the pouch, checked the contents briefly, then nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."

He turned and walked off without another word, bag lighter, purpose heavier.

Hazuki returned to the shop, expecting to see the kids happily browsing inside.

Instead, he found them still huddled nervously outside, shifting their feet and glancing at the entrance like it was a monster’s den.

He squinted. "Oi!! What are you all doing!? Go inside and pick some clothes already! Dresses! Shirts! Shoes! Anything that doesn’t smell like a goblin pit!"

"Eeeep!!" The girls shrieked in surprise and bolted into the store, dragging the others with them. The shopkeeper blinked as the wave of small customers flooded in.

"And don’t forget to buy some panties too!" Hazuki barked without thinking.

Several beastkin passing by stopped mid-step and gave him strange looks.

Ridan hovered beside him, laughing. "Smooth, Hazuki. Real smooth. You’ll be on every wanted poster for ’Suspicious Comment of the Year.’"

He turned toward Mrs. Kisha, who had been standing awkwardly at the side. "And you too, lady! Go inside and get something decent for yourself! You look like you’re two steps from becoming a scarecrow."

"Y-yes!!" she squeaked, rushing in behind the kids, clearly not wanting to be the next target of his sharp tongue.

"Shop owner!! Count how much they buy—everything—and I’ll pay for the whole damn thing!"

"Y-yes, Mister Customer!!" the elderly beastkin shopkeeper saluted with a mix of confusion and excitement, already grabbing a ledger.

Hazuki then turned toward the chaos of kids excitedly picking clothes inside.

"Make sure each of them grabs five pairs! Clothes, shoes, panties! If they come out with less—I swear I’ll whip every one of them! Even that big lady in the back!" He pointed toward Kisha, who squeaked and ducked behind a shelf.

"You all better find clothes that actually fit and look good! If not, I swear—I’m gonna whip your butts until you beg me to stop!"

"Eeeek!!" the kids yelped in unison and doubled their efforts, holding shirts to their chests and checking boots like their lives depended on it.

Hazuki muttered under his breath.

"Bunch of crybabies... How can they expect to survive if they cower over clothes?"

Ridan floated beside him, upside down like a lazy cloud.

"Hoo boy~ You’re scarier than a demon king today."

" I just hate people who act like victims their whole life," Hazuki grumbled, watching the kids with a sharp gaze. "If you want something, you stand up and get it."

The girls came out one by one, their arms piled high with dresses, shirts, and undergarments—way more than five sets each.

Hazuki nodded with a proud, yet annoyed grunt.

"Good! At least you all have taste."

Then he narrowed his eyes.

"But why are you all not wearing them yet!?"

"Eeeek!!" the kids flinched again, hugging the clothes like shields.

Kisha stepped forward timidly.

"U-um... we didn’t know if we were allowed to use the changing room..."

Hazuki snapped a glare at the shopkeeper.

"Oi! They’re wearing it, now! Show them where to change!"

"Y-yes sir! Right this way, children!" the shopkeeper said, rushing to open the curtains to the changing area.

Ridan, meanwhile, floated beside Hazuki with a smug smirk.

"You sound like a boot camp instructor for fashion week."

"I don’t care," Hazuki said flatly, arms crossed as he watched the kids disappear into the changing room.

"Hooo~ scary~" Ridan muttered under his breath, tone lowering as he realized Hazuki wasn’t in the mood for teasing.

Hazuki turned his gaze forward, eyes focused.

"Now Ridan... find me a shop that sells daily wares. Plates, bowls, wooden spoons—anything useful."

Ridan blinked once, then floated upward without another word.

He scanned the nearby street from above, eyes sharpening.

"Down that lane. Fourth stall on the right. Simple setup, but I saw what you’re looking for stacked by the wall."

Hazuki gave a firm nod.

"Good. Let’s move."

He stepped forward without hesitation, his voice quiet but steady.

"If they’re going to live properly... they need more than just clothes."

( End Of Chapter )