Yeah, Crazy Bitch It Is
She really was a Crazy Bitch.
[You have killed the PKer, Jackal.]
[PK Points will increase by 89.]
[Plunderer experience increases.]
[Plunderer Level -7.]
[You have acquired 21 Gold Coins and 57 Silver Coins.]
[Low probability: You have acquired a Silver Greatsword.]
[High probability: You have acquired an Intermediate Magic Stone and 2 other items.]
“Oh. Eighty-nine.”
I checked what I'd earned from killing Jackal, the last of the plunderers left standing. Eighty-nine points in a single haul. Given that the other plunderers averaged somewhere between ten and twenty at most, that was a hefty sum. I'd taken down guildmasters elsewhere too, and even they had topped out around sixty — none of them had ever paid out this much.
Which meant my current total came to…
[PK Points — 1,020]
“...Not enough.”
Using the Red Guide — capable of tracking a target from the barest scrap of a trail — I had combed through the entirety of the Avis Kingdom. There were five bandit guilds in total operating within its borders. They'd carved up their territories among themselves and carried on their business, and now, in a single stroke, they'd all dropped dead and been converted into my points.
The problem was that despite wiping out more than fifty heads outright — including the guildmasters, who'd been worth a decent chunk of points — I'd only scraped together thirty percent.
Not that there were any bandit guilds left in Avis Kingdom anymore.
Of course, they were players, so I could kill them again the moment they respawned and came back. But they weren't idiots.
They won't come back.
As plunderers who preyed on their fellow players, there was no way they'd missed the gulf between us that they'd just felt firsthand. At most, they'd grab whatever was useful and clear out. Five bandit guilds ambushed all at once meant the bandits themselves had become a target — and no one with a functioning brain would stick around to defend the place.
Besides, once I looked into it, they hadn't even held their turf through any legitimate claim.
“...Do I need to look somewhere else, then?”
But nowhere else had bandit guilds gathered like this place did. From what I'd heard, they all understood their station as plunderers and operated in the shadows, and even their group living arrangements weren't all that common. And I couldn't exactly run around from place to place as Rafina every time. I had to go live as Lily, and between the academy and real life, I had plenty on my plate.
That was precisely why I'd hit all five in such rapid succession.
“......”
Tap.
I searched the building. Most of them had stuffed everything into their inventories, so nothing particularly useful turned up. Would've been nice if they'd dropped some plunderer-exclusive items or something.
Right — you can't get those unless it's through a quest.
Was I supposed to rack up points on my own and buy them like a proper plunderer? For all I knew, systems like this were part of the mechanism that kept plunderers from attacking one another.
“A safe?”
Deeper inside the building, I found a black safe gleaming with a surprisingly luxurious polish. A strange thing to find in a slum. The moment I laid a hand on it, a message appeared.
[Only those bearing the Plunderer title may open this safe.]
[The current owner of this safe is the user, Jackal.]
A plunderer-exclusive safe, then.
Rattle! Rattle!
The handle shuddered violently. As a plunderer, I could touch the safe — but not being its owner, I couldn't open it. It wouldn't budge even with my strength behind it, so it seemed the system had it locked down. Which meant…
I can't use divinity here.
I had no intention of using so much as a spark of divinity as Rafina. Standing out was problem enough, but divinity left its influence lingering wherever it was used. Ordinary players I could dismiss, but rankers like Yena and Vlack who'd seen me before, or the residents of this area — there was a good chance any of them would notice.
Feels like there'd be something in there, though.
A safe reserved for plunderers alone — there might be something special inside, or something tied to the point system. It wasn't just any safe, after all. It was one protected by the system itself.
After several failed attempts to pry it open, I moved on.
My target: the hideout of 'Annihilation', the first bandit guild I'd raided. By now, more than enough time had passed for them to respawn.
The moment I slipped inside the hideout under stealth, I heard voices.
“Grab everything, fast! They might come back!”
“What the hell is this… ugh, this is so damn annoying.”
“Less whining, more hauling!”
“Yeah, yeah. Shut up already.”
Two plunderers were frantically gathering something inside. One was the Annihilation guildmaster I'd seen earlier; the other was someone new. Apparently they'd respawned and come back after the attack.
“So who was the attacker anyway?”
“No idea. Some woman I've never seen before. Showed up out of nowhere and killed everyone.”
“A kill log had to have gone up. A bounty hunter?”
“She was a plunderer.”
“A plunderer? Why would a plunderer—”
The other plunderer paused mid-haul, his face full of bewilderment. It was one of the unwritten rules of their kind: plunderers don't attack plunderers.
“Robbing your own bandits? What kind of lunatic pulls that crap?”
“Like I said, I don't know. Woman called Rafina. Kill log says plunderer.”
“Hah. She's completely lost it.”
The plunderer wore a look of sheer disbelief as he emptied the safe completely. Not a single item left — hollowed out to the last corner. Just as the man spat a curse and reached to shut the safe door—
“You've got some nerve, you know that?!”
“Excuse me.”
Thwip!
A dagger sank into the man's heart, and he dissolved into motes of blue light. As his companion dropped dead beside him, the Annihilation guildmaster recoiled backward like something convulsing.
Birds of flame sprang from his fingertips. The fiery birds lunged across the air at me—
Screech!!
Crack-crack-crack!!
“Holy shit.”
My dagger storm sheared every last one of them apart, and what had been birds went rolling across the floor.
“Absolutely hopeless. Just die.”
“You shouldn't give up on life that easily, you know.”
“The hell are you on about. Just kill me already — quit teabagging.”
The Annihilation guildmaster flopped down onto the ground outright. He'd already died once, and now he'd felt the real gap in our strength with his own body — he had every right to give up.
Instead of killing him, I glanced at the safe with its door hanging open.
“If the owner would step forward… ah, that's you, then.”
“Take it if you want it. I was grabbing the stuff and leaving anyway.”
“How do I take it?”
“You occupy the hideout and accept the quest, and then— wait. You attacked us without even knowing that?”
The guildmaster stared at me in pure incredulity. I nodded.
“Yes.”
“...You really do get every kind of crazy person in this screwed-up game.”
“How do I occupy the hideout?”
“You just do it. You'd need a guild, though.”
“A guild? Oh.”
I needed a guild? When I tilted my head, the guildmaster's expression crumpled further.
“You're solo?”
“Of course. I'm only Plunderer Level 7, after all.”
“...Unbelievable.”
Anyway — apparently I just needed to make a guild. I dove straight into the plunderer system. The moment the window opened, the 'Create Guild' message greeted me.
[Would you like to create a Plunderer Guild?]
[Requirements — Plunderer Level 5 or higher, 10 Gold Coins, 700+ total PK Points accumulated to date.]
[Requirements met.]
[Please choose a name for your guild.]
“What should I call it?”
“...Why are you asking me?”
“Good point.”
I streamed so often that the question had slipped out of me without thinking. Part of the streaming routine was asking about anything that happened and reading the chat's reactions. Not that I was actually looking for an answer — it was more about engaging with the viewers.
The guildmaster snorted and spoke up.
“How about Crazy Bitch.”
“I'm sorry?”
“Because that's exactly what you act like. From here on out, you're going to get attacked by players, NPCs, and plunderers alike. Who but a crazy bitch would pull this kind of stunt?”
“......”
Was he right?
“If it stings, kill me right now.”
“That's a good idea.”
“Can't see the downside… huh?”
[Would you like to set your guild name as 'Crazy Bitch'?]
“...You're actually going to do it? You really are a crazy bitch.”
“Not to that extent. It just feels like the right thing to do, somehow.”
After all, I'd wanted to draw a clear line between Lily and Rafina. It wasn't just abilities and appearance — I had to differentiate the personality too, or no one would fail to connect us. That was exactly why I'd deliberately moved and talked in a rougher, less conventional way than usual.
I pressed Accept.
[The guild name 'Crazy Bitch' already exists.]
[Please enter a different name.]
“It's taken, apparently?”
“Well, obviously. It's a name with a reputation. Guess you could go with Utterly Crazy Bitch or something.”
“Hmm… that's a bit much.”
Crazy Bitch and Utterly Crazy Bitch just didn't hit the same, you know?
Truly a crazy bitch? A genuinely crazy bitch?
None of them felt right, somehow.
“Then I'll just pick whatever, then—”
“Oh. Wait. I've got it.”
“?”
If a bandit guild called Crazy Bitch already existed, then why not raid that guild's hideout and take the guild name for myself?
I shared my brilliant proposal with the Annihilation guildmaster. And he said:
“Yeah, that's a crazy bitch move alright.”
Finding the bandit guild 'Crazy Bitch' wasn't difficult. They were somewhat removed from Avis Kingdom proper, but the identities of their guildmaster and members were already common knowledge among the various guilds. Once the intel was laid out in the open, the rest was easy.
[The Red Guide shows the way.]
Even without casting any special magic, the Red Guide — a mythic-grade item — would track them down on its own. And since it wasn't an ability that showed outwardly, there was no risk of being caught.
I raided the Crazy Bitch guild immediately, and after a brief and perfectly amicable conversation, I was able to secure the transfer of the guild name.
“'Amicable conversation' my ass. I can tell you slaughtered every last one of them.”
“I did let them leave with dignity, though.”
I'd allowed them to die just once and walk away with all their gear intact. That counted as generous, didn't it?
“......”
“Now then, let's establish it.”