Chapter 384
Chapter 384
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 384
Chapter Title: Colors from the Cosmos
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"Hoo."
Roughly speaking, these bastards had amassed a pretty hefty fortune through robbery and human trafficking. There were chests stuffed full of coins, boxes crammed with jewelry stolen from victims—plenty stacked up.
These would be what you'd call Justice's spoils of war.
For now, I hauled a few chests up to the first floor.
"Fuckin' hassle."
If I'd known it'd be like this, I would've made 'em move everything first before killing them. But I got so pissed in the moment that I impulsively slaughtered them on the spot.
From now on, for efficiency's sake, I'll make 'em do the grunt work before finishing them off.
I jumped the gun.
But it's fine. Today's regrets make tomorrow's Kim Katt more perfect. Chin up, Kim Katt...!
Cloudy and Winia were sitting in the inn lobby.
"Katt? That it?"
"Oh, darky. That all?"
They perked up when they saw me coming out and hurried over.
"Nah. There's a shit-ton more. Help me carry it."
So we quickly hauled all the underground stash out. Not satisfied, we even ransacked the inn counter for extra cash as a bonus.
From here on, every scrap of wealth in this village belongs to our family.
Seizing these evil fuckers' assets is the first step to true justice.
Anyway, we laid out the underground haul in the middle of the lobby.
One by one, we cracked open the lids, and Winia gawked at it all, eyes wide. The loot was way bigger than expected.
"D-Darky. Looks like we don't need to hunt that meteorite anymore?"
"Heh heh heh, yeah. But we'd double up if we snag the meteorite too."
Unfortunately, the chests were packed with coppers, not silvers. Not as many silvers as hoped. Still, this haul's worth dozens of silvers easy.
"Jewelry's kinda meh."
Cloudy checked the necklaces and rings. She's the expert on gems, so if she says so, it's probably junk.
Figures guys slumming it here wouldn't wear anything fancy. Still, we'll keep it.
I counted the cash right away.
"Kuk... kukuku..."
"Heh heh heh heh."
"Hee hee."
The more we counted, the more our little family grinned. Each chest held about 1,000 coppers, and we had five of 'em.
That's 5,000 coppers—50 silvers straight up. Pure gold. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sheer absurdity.
"Kuh hah hah hah hah ha!!!!!"
No wonder I can't quit this justice shit!!
Nothing beats slaughtering villains for profit!!
Live right, and riches follow. Old truths hold up. Come to think of it, how do big churches like the Brass Celestial Society or Radiant Cross Society operate? Probably by confiscating evil bastards' wealth, just like me.
Violence is business, after all.
But nothing in life's free.
"Darky! Grab a sack!"
"On it!"
We grabbed a sack and dumped the coins and jewelry in.
There were clothes and beat-up gear too, but no way it'd all fit on Quites, so we ditched 'em.
"Hee hee, struck it rich in a flash?"
"Yeah. But we can make even bigger bucks."
Cloudy shot me a delighted look.
"How? Katt, how do we rake in more?"
"This village."
Not hard at all.
"We judge the whole damn thing."
"Exactly, Katt. No point sparing scum like these. Right?"
"Damn right! Gotta wipe 'em all out! Uproot these evil fucks!"
No time to waste.
Before sundown, we need to slaughter every last one and grab all their hidden treasures.
Can't hold back anymore...!
Breathing the same air as these vile murderers made my blood boil!
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The flames of justice ignited in my chest.
"Time to go! Winia, Cloudy! Battle prep—no, purification prep!"
"Katt's hottest when he's all fired up."
"Eh, best to just kill 'em all. Ugh, annoying."
Self-holy war starts now.
If Elise were here, she'd be bawling "The saint's on a real rampage!" and hoisting her mace.
"Let's go!"
Shoved the sack of loot under the first-floor bed and headed out.
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Quites was safely tied in the stable. Good they didn't kill him—I was ready to unleash hell if they had.
Gave his neck a pat and scouted around.
That's when it happened.
"Wh-what...?"
Ran into villagers—swords at waists, farm tools in hand. They froze at the sight of us, gesturing in shock.
"Fuck!"
"Wh-what the hell?!"
"That bastard...!"
Shock turned to murderous intent quick.
"Ah."
Wondered why they clocked us so fast—then I saw I was covered in blood, sword already drawn.
No mistaking it: shit hit the fan. A blood-soaked warrior screams danger.
"Die, you fucks."
💥 CRITICAL HIT! 💥 -[Damage value] HP
No need to think.
These assholes gotta die too. Kill 'em all, rest a day, search the village at dawn—not a bad plan.
"F-fuck! We're screwed! Hey! Gather the kids?!?!?!"
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