Chapter 353
Chapter 353
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 353
Chapter Title: Kim Katt and the 40 Bandits
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"You're denying it all, saying you don't know, and now suddenly changing your tune, you fucking bastard!!!!!!!!"
Watching the bastard switch attitudes only after taking a solid hit to the face after lying his ass off made my blood boil. To punish him, I hammered him with a barrage of Truth's Asura Blood Fists.
—Thwack!
—Splack!
—Crack!
"Gyaaaaaaaah!!!"
Blood sprayed out like a fountain along with his shattered teeth.
If you're gonna lie, commit to it all the way. Trying to half-ass fool people and only spilling the truth later is what gets you wrecked like this.
Why the hell don't these assholes just tell the truth from the start?
Because they're rotten to the core, twisted fucks. That's why they turn to banditry—brutally slaughtering people and dreaming of robbing them blind.
They're humanity's cancer.
Come to think of it, a lying sack of shit like this bandit couldn't even qualify as human. He's a demon. A human lost to the demonic path. The pinnacle of evil heretics, imperialists, racial supremacists, and the like.
The Great Demon Kim Katt shows no mercy to such fiends.
Hitler and Tojo Hideki belong back on Earth. To prevent colonial exploitation and the tragedy of world war, I'll gladly wield violence.
"Die! Die, you bandit fuck!! It'd be better for the world if scum like you just dropped dead!!"
"Kwek!!! Kweeeeeek!!!"
"Your mom probably doted on a worthless piece of shit like you, thinking it was her baby!! This crap you're pulling is a disgrace to her face!! Got it?!"
There's something special about smashing with gauntlets.
"Think of your mom's face as you die!! That's the punishment I'm handing down!!"
I unleashed a flurry of Steel Asura Blood Fists with the gauntlet—four thick spikes on the knuckles. The bandit turned into a mangled mess in seconds, foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes back.
Is divine possession passive these days?
"Kweeeeeeeeeek!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Anyway, I beat the impulse out of him until he regressed to a quacking duck. Letting out a sigh of relief, his screams stopped—and the bandit croaked right then.
He'd sunk lower than a duck, losing his sense of self entirely, which led straight to death. Tragic, but no regrets.
He was a bandit, after all.
Some problems can't be solved with words. I'd only tried talking at first to spare Elise's feelings, but now that everything was out in the open, no need for peaceful resolutions.
Beat one to death, and the next one spills naturally anyway.
"Uwaaaah! Stop! We'll tell you everything!"
Like right now.
The bandit who'd watched his buddy die screamed in terror. If only he'd cooperated from the start. That other guy might've at least died as a man instead of a duck.
Bandits don't even show mercy to their own.
"From now on, call me More Truth Fist Kim Katt."
In the end, my savage punches opened the court of truth. With fists, no need to bother with drawn-out bullshit.
"As expected of a saint. Feels like old indigestion melting away—such sweet relief. A masterfully judged verdict."
"Bro, your punching skills are insane."
"He pissed himself. Didn't expect it to be that brutal."
"Beating someone to death with fists isn't something you see every day."
Elise and the other adventurers who'd watched applauded in admiration. Being praised like this made me a bit bashful.
"You did great. He's the one you caught, and you executed him yourself, so I'll add 70 copper to the ledger."
The merchant pulled out his ledger with a joyful grin.
"Heh heh, thanks. Just doing what anyone would. Even without the pay, exterminating bandits is basic human decency."
"Well said. Warrior of Mirkeshia, hiring you was the best decision."
Earning 70 copper already—nothing beats righteous deeds for profit. That's why everyone's obsessed with becoming apostles of justice.
Justice pays.
But without power, you can't enforce justice in this world. That's why evil still runs rampant.
To save such a world...
"You fucking bandit shit. Ready to tell the truth now? If not, I'll rip your limbs off with my bare hands right here."
—This Heavenly Demon has descended upon this world.
"O-of course! I'll tell you everything I know!"
"Then lead the way, asshole. Oh, how many of you are there total?"
Better to have him guide us than just talk. He shot to his feet and said,
"Th-thirty or so. Some run, some die... Numbers fluctuate, but we keep around that."
Thirty?
Ten more than expected.
"Thirty?"
"Kuhaha! Our shares just got bigger!"
The adventurers buzzed at the news but soon fired up at the extra loot potential. No such thing as defeat in their heads.
Adventurers'll do anything for coin.
"How much loot stashed? You've fleeced plenty by now."
I pressed further.
"Not a ton... but enough to satisfy."
"Good. You're cooperating, so maybe I'll let you live. Merchant! He's guiding us, so let's follow."
"Sounds good. Lead accurately if you don't wanna die, bandit."
And so we set off, following the terrified bandit's lead.
Of course, his arms were bound tight, with a female adventurer drawing a sharp dagger behind him, blade pressed to his back.
"Heh heh, Mr. Bandit. Hurts?"
Shockingly, she was a sadist poking his back playfully like a dawn mosquito—striking without warning the whole way.
"Kgh...! It hurts so much! P-please forgive me!"
But her sadism didn't stop at his pleas.
The other adventurers, bored from the hike, latched onto this guilt-free target, doling out beatings with brutal interrogations.
"Hey, got any little sisters?"
"N-no."
"Big sisters?"
"Y-yes."
"Where?"
"Home..."
"Where's home, you fucking shit!!!!!"
Pointless torment chats punctuated by merciless beatings. Kicks, punches—total chaos.
"Khek!"
Then a middle-aged adventurer tripped him. Nose exploding in blood, he half-sobbed pleas.
"Hic...! Please stop. I joined the bandits 'cause life was tough...! Show mercy! I've got family back home!"
"Mercy? After smashing my cart and killing my men?"
The enraged merchant grabbed a nearby stick and laid into him. —Thwack! —Thwack! Sounds like tenderizing cutlets, screams echoing.
"Hilarious. Life's tough, so you slaughter folks mercilessly? Mercy, huh. Good word."
"Kghak! Guh! I was wrong, truly wrong!"
Spouting crap like "livelihood" and "mercy" in front of his victims— this bandit's brain was amazingly fucked.
Deserves every hit.
I'd planned to let him go painlessly for guiding, but the mood said even that was too merciful.
Living in this world without bandit trouble? Rare.
These adventurers probably lost family to thieves, robbers, bandits.
It's that common.
That's why the beatings.
Ancient history? This bandit ain't the one who hurt their kin? Doesn't matter.
Only thing that matters: he's a captured bandit, perfect for torment.
"Keurk...!"
After ages of lynching, the broken bandit trudged on bloodied and teary, will shattered. True justice served.
Watching, Elise clasped her hands in感動, saying,
"Such a righteous sight...! Seeing the merchant and adventurers show no mercy to evil makes me feel paradise drawing near! Surely the Order God smiles upon this. Right, Saint?"
Aizemart's scary as hell.
"Spot on, Elise! Wipe out the wicked like this, and paradise descends soon! The era of the good begins!"
"Exactly!"
The party's mood was sky-high. Captured the bandit target, he's leading to base—time saved.
Smooth sailing.
"Kwaaaah!!!"
The bandit, now a screaming toy, had the adventurers blooming with laughter, atmosphere jolly.
One even joked about drinks after.
Everyone but the bandit looked thrilled.
"Darkie, hand okay?"
"Hand?"
"You punched that hard."
Winia grabbed my hand mid-walk.
Worried about me? Nice.
"Heh heh, fine. Not my first rodeo. Gauntlets protect anyway. Worried?"
"Yeah. Just use a sword next time, darkie. Don't wanna see you hurt over trash like that."
"Got it."
We followed the bandit for an hour or two. Patience waning, a martial artist yanked his ear, yelling playfully in his earhole.
"Hey! You ain't leading us somewhere fucked, right?!"
"Ack, aack! Right path! Almost there!"
"Alright, folks! We're here!"
"Ooh!"
"Woo!"
Morale was murderously high already.
All hyped for battle, eyes gleaming.
Weapons drawn, jolly vibes vanished—they breathed murder like demons, poised to strike.
"Th-there. That cave... We live there. Took it from goblins. P-please spare me. Told you everything."
True to word, makeshift tents and huts dotted the cave mouth. Three armored bandits patrolled with tools, weapons ready.
We were undetected.
"Perfect. As your employer: kill every last bandit. Plenty of coin—don't hold back."
The merchant drew his sword, grabbed our guide's jaw, and slit his throat. —Gurgle?! Foaming blood, body slumped.
No use? Tossed.
True merchant mindset.
No energy for executions pre-fight anyway.
"And per contract, I claim only stamped goods. What're you lot waiting for? Need me to command?"
—Swoosh, swish!
—Dash!
Adventurers stealth-sprinted at the guards before he finished. Fuck, stealing my kills?
"Winia."
"Yeah."
—Whoosh!
Winia chanted at blazing speed, summoning three fireballs instantly. Guards yelled at the anomaly—too late.
"Fire Bolt."
Her bolts hit two heads faster than the charging adventurers. Faces ablaze, they became literal Ghost Riders, wailing in frenzy.
"Kghrerererek!!"
"Kurerererek!!"
"A-ambush! Ambush! We're under attack!"
Battle on.
Elise, mace raised, called my name with iron resolve.
"Saint!"
"Yeah!"