Chapter 250
Chapter 250
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 250
Chapter Title: Beach Slaughterer
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The city had morphed into a full-blown warzone.
It had only been a single day since the full-scale assault began.
From the high ground overlooking the beach, I could see merfolk swarming ashore with all sorts of blades in hand, clashing fiercely against soldiers who had formed a defensive line.
Contrary to my expectation that the soldiers would overwhelm them, the merfolk were charging in organized waves with their tridents raised, pushing the defenders back instead.
"...What the fuck, there's a shitton more than I thought?"
And that wasn't all. Over at the port, merfolk were clinging to ships and breakwaters, clambering up and invading the city.
Barricades dotted every alley, manned by heavily armed soldiers.
Archers loosed arrows from rooftops, while groups of adventurers dashed about with swords drawn, all painting a stark picture of the dire situation.
"Seeing it up close like this is fucking gross. Should we head down there?"
Winia, staff aimed at the front line, spoke up.
"Hold on. They said they're crawling in through the waterways too. They'll pop up around here soon enough."
Despite the fierce defense along the coastline, a nontrivial number of merfolk had already infiltrated deeper into the city. They'd slithered out of sewers and underground channels. True to their fish-spawn nature, their numbers were insane.
Scouting the battlefield from up high before descending seemed like the smart play.
"Hmmm... there's a ton. Can we kill 'em all?"
"We have to. Let's take back our blue sea."
Claudy drew her sword, eyes gleaming as she scanned the battles below. Now, where to drop in? To hog the merfolk for ourselves, we'd best steer clear of the soldiers.
Wonder if there's a weak spot anywhere.
Somewhere teetering between defeat and victory. Fight there, and we'd score the loot. No way the soldiers lose to those fish-heads. Sure, some would die, but this was land.
On solid ground, land-dwellers held the absolute edge. They might be shoving in now on sheer numbers, but they were just fish in the end. Time to exploit the chaos for a big haul.
Kyaaaak!!
Screams echoed from all directions.
I scanned the surroundings to gauge the flow of battle.
The source was a soldier on the port-city side.
Separated from his unit, he'd been caught alone. A trident pierced him, forcing him to his knees. The merfolk knew the value of a dogpile—they immediately stabbed and slashed his fallen body repeatedly, butchering him brutally.
They even hacked off chunks and shoved them into their maws, swallowing them whole.
Well... yeah.
Monsters gonna monster, eating people and all.
Having just witnessed human-on-human cannibalism, it barely fazed me. Guess the human mind toughens up by ripping and tearing, huh.
"Katt. That spot over there looks good."
After eyeing the battlefield intently, she pointed off to the side. My eyesight wasn't as sharp as Claudy's, so I couldn't make out details. Staring blankly, she pressed her face right next to mine and raised a finger to pinpoint it.
"Yeah. There. Time to head down."
Whish!
With that, Claudy leaped off the building.
Sis, we're on the third floor here.
"What're you waiting for? Blackie not jumping down?"
"...Guess I am."
Winia and I took the stairs. Damn, Claudy. Her leg strength and durability were no joke. Dropping three stories like it was nothing—makes me think that fall in the kobold labyrinth really could've been the end if it'd gone wrong.
Sis for the win.
"Stairs are seriously such a pain."
Winia grumbled from behind me as she descended slowly.
A pain?
"Why?"
"Can't see my feet 'cause of my boobs."
"Holy shit!"
That short sentence unlocked infinite possibilities.
Gulp.
My throat bobbed.
Ahh, so that's it.
Is that the world of huge tits?
My heart ignited like a fire had broken out. Just hearing it was like happy magic, lifting my spirits.
I whipped around, took her staff, grabbed her hand, and escorted her down step by step. With every stair, those massive breasts jiggled. I was legit worried a nipple might pop out.
This was escorting—no!
Boob escort! (Huge Breasts Escort)!
"Every damn stair, I wanna just rip off these heavy fat lumps."
Winia chuckled, cupping one breast with a hand as she spoke. In that brief line, I felt infinite despair!
"Nooo! Change your mind! Winia! Your boobs hold the greatest, most beautiful value in this world!"
"Honestly, they're useless except when Blackie bites 'em."
"No way! That's exactly it! That's why you gotta take pride in them!"
I flailed hysterically, and Winia burst out laughing.
"Hee hee. Kidding. I'm proud of 'em too. Gotta keep 'em despite the hassle if Blackie's gonna bite someday."
"I'm so moved I'm tearing up."
"That's why I'm your big sis, right?"
"Clunia."
"Huh?"
"Winiaudy."
"Ah, fuck. Being funny bruises my pride."
Winia laughed in disbelief, coughing lightly. By the time we reached the bottom, Claudy was waiting. I handed Winia back her staff.
"Got too hyped and bolted ahead."
"That excited, huh?"
"Just wanna kill 'em quick."
Claudy was fuming at the merfolk. Her first beach vacation stolen—natural reaction. She was already radiating bloodlust, fingers twitching.
"Alright, let's move. Claudy, lead the way."
"Got it."
Claudy took point, Winia in the middle, me covering the rear. With residents evacuated, the white buildings stood empty.
Couldn't shake the feeling that infiltrated merfolk might be hiding in there, ready to ambush.
I followed Claudy's rustling footsteps down the slope. The alleys below were mostly barricaded, but they thinned out the further we went. City too damn big for the soldier count.
We'd reached a secluded spot when we finally spotted merfolk.
Gulp gulp.
They huddled around a butchered human corpse, shoving chunks straight into their mouths and gulping them down. Exact same scene as before.
Fish were fish, after all.
One with a bulging throat and belly let out a creepy giggle.
Jwet, juk. Juk.
Jwe jwe jet.
No clue what they were saying, but gill-flapping seemed to be their chit-chat. Weapons set aside, they casually enjoyed their cannibal feast.
Claudy halted mid-approach.
"Katt, they're the reason we can't play in the sea."
She leaned her head on my shoulder, voice laced with coquettish whine... like she was cutely begging me to punish them...?
"Go kill 'em for me."
"KieeeEEEE!!!"
Hyped up, I unleashed a roar, hoisted my sword high, and charged. Three of 'em total, all sitting carefree, not a thought for ambushes.
Jwe, jwet?!
One twisted around, jolting like it'd been struck by lightning. He fumbled for his trident in panic, but those grotesque flipper-hands struggled to snatch it quick from the ground.
"You motherfucking bastards! Die!"
Shwaaak!
But I was faster.
Legs honed to the limit, mana coursing through every fiber—turned me into a sprint god. The world compressed, vision stretched, and boom, I was in his face.
...Ppokkum.
The merfolk gawked blankly, gills flaring.
Splaaash!
And that was that.
My bastard sword, powered by explosive speed, crashed down like thunder, cleaving his skull in two. Thud. He half-stood before slumping back.
Unlike the vanguard who died on his feet grinding his bones to escape with his lord, this merfolk died sitting.
Toughness gap starts here.
No merfolk blade would ever touch me.
Drip.
I withdrew the blood-crusted blade. The one half-swallowing a thigh and the gut-rummager stared at me like I'd pulled off some freak show.
Too instant to feel real.
"Executive Swordsmanship!"
I bellowed like a beast, kicked the gut-fucker flying, then rammed my sword into the solar plexus of the thigh-spitter mid-spew.
Pfook!
Clean, satisfying pierce!
Shit-tier scales couldn't withstand my strength!
Jweeeeek!!!
He screamed up blood.
Yanked the blade free and checked the kicked one.
He was trying to rise.
"You dare stand?!"
Kicked him again as he flailed. "Jwet!" Skin gleamed slick—coated in some slippery slime. Rolled far, then slipped on recovery like banana peel.
Flap flap!
"Just like a fish."
I couldn't help but think it.
Because it was a fish.
Anyway, stomped his torso, slammed the blade vertically into his neck. Pressed and sliced sideways—poof, fresh sashimi slumped.
"Pathetic weaklings. You died purely 'cause you're weaker than me. Three of you, slacking on watch, and freezing up at the sight of me? That's your fatal fuckup."
Swept the blade wide to shake off blood.
"Reincarnate as good fish next time."
I struck a solemn pose, chanting their ascension mantra. Now they'd rebirth as proper fish, sustenance for fishermen everywhere.
"Kyaa, Katt's the best!"
Claudy squealed in delight at the three-merfolk smackdown, charging me and leaping into my arms. I caught her mid-jump.
"Heh heh heh, any rotten fish-mommy fuckers bullying Claudy? I'll whoop 'em all! Just say the word! I'll slaughter every last one!"
"You're too cool!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Dare make Claudy sad, you shits? This was mere overture. From this moment, every merfolk was slated for triple-skull treatment.
"Having a blast, huh."
Winia, crouched low, ran a finger along the merfolk's slimy skin. She pulled an empty vial from her belt pouch, delicately scraping the mucus-like goo inside.
"Winia, what's that for?"
"First time seeing it. Collect first, analyze later."
"True mage..."
I admired as I lopped off a merfolk head. Suddenly struck me—my hand held a sashimi knife. On impulse, I filleted some flesh.
Red raw fish.
"...Blackie, whatcha doing?"
"Katt? Looting spoils?"
"Nah."
Sliced it into bite-sized sashimi.
"Aah."
Mouthwatering red flesh.
"This here's sashimi."
Tuna-like bounce and hue.
"Tasty."
Sashimi.
Sashimi.
How many years since I last tasted it? Mesmerized, I picked up a piece. So springy... what would it taste like?
"...Blackie gonna eat that? No way. Don't eat raw."
"Katt, even I think that's a bad idea."
They shot me genuine worry-faces, trying to stop me.
Faces like GIs seeing sushi for the first time.
Aah, they don't know, huh? About sashimi?
"Blackie, it's poisoned. Poison. Don't eat."
Not her usual mocking tone—real concern from Winia. I halted mid-bite.
"Poison... in it?"
"Duh? With that look?"
"Nah, looks fine."
"Could be. Blackie croaks from eating it, what about me and sis?"
"..."
True.
"Sorry. Won't."
Sashimi fever got me.
Save tasting for locals' input.
I stuffed the merfolk heads in my sack.
But if no poison... profit, revenge, and sashimi? Triple win? Heart pounding mysteriously, I stood.
"Let's check somewhere else."