ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 182: Small Acts, Big Differences ( )

Ridan floated above Hazuki, silent for once, arms lazily crossed behind his head as he watched the man stare into nothingness.

He’s different.

Not like that bastard from before—the last "hero" he guided.

That one only knew how to take—power, fame, titles. Conquered for glory. Crushed the weak if they didn’t serve his purpose.

But this guy—Hazuki.

He complains like an old man with back pain. Pretends to hate the world. Shouts at kids and barks at women like some bitter relative.

But Ridan saw through it.

He didn’t steal from the poor—he gave. Without asking for anything in return. Without even realizing how much it cost him.

He even pretended to complain all the way, but his hands never stopped moving.

Ridan exhaled slowly and quietly. Tch. He didn’t even check this guy’s memories when he fainted that first time. Maybe I should have.

But maybe... he didn’t need to.

This was enough.

Ridan floated above Hazuki, arms behind his head, lazily drifting like a balloon tethered to a stubborn child.

But his eyes were sharp.

He saw it.

Every time Hazuki passed a beggar, a hunched old beastkin, or a child curled up beside an alley, Hazuki would "accidentally" drop a coin.

He’d grumble, mutter about loose pockets, or curse his "clumsy hands."

Then he’d walk on, head turned, pretending not to notice as the coin was snatched up in a trembling hand.

No one noticed.

Not the crowd. Not the guards. Not even the poor themselves, who believed in luck or gods that day.

But Ridan saw through it.

Heh... Ridan smirked, a flicker of pride curling at the corner of his mouth. You act like a stingy bastard, but even your bad luck money is well-aimed.

"Hey kids, your money’s not enough," the merchant said flatly, crossing his arms.

The children lowered their heads, clutching their bread and fruit as if it might vanish.

Hazuki, passing by with his usual bored look, stopped.

He crouched down, picked something off the ground, then pushed it toward them.

"Oi. You dropped your money. Don’t go losing it again, dumbasses," he muttered, slipping a few silver coins into the girl’s hand without meeting her eyes.

The kids blinked.

The merchant raised an eyebrow but said nothing and resumed his sale.

Hazuki kept walking, hands in his pockets, already pretending none of it happened.

Hazuki strolled casually toward the town gate, hands tucked into his pockets and a lazy whistle drifting from his lips. The two beastkin guards standing there barely glanced at him—probably too used to the black-haired human who talked to the air and caused trouble in the arena. They simply stepped aside, letting him pass without a word.

Better hope that bed, mattress, and blanket arrive as I ordered, Hazuki thought, eyeing the road ahead. If not, I might just drag that shopkeeper out and shave his furry head bald.

Ridan hovered overhead, silent until now, then broke the silence with a grin in his voice. "Hazuki."

"Hmm?" Hazuki didn’t bother to look up.

"What are you planning to do after this?"

Hazuki exhaled and tilted his head slightly. "You want me to leave town already?"

"Kinda," Ridan replied, drifting in slow circles above him. "This place’s getting pretty dull. You’ve done your hero stuff for the day, spent more gold than a drunken noble, and barked at kids like some grumpy sergeant. Time to hit the road again, don’t you think?"

Hazuki scratched the back of his head. "Let me at least check on those kids first. I won’t sleep easy knowing they’re still using cracked bowls and sleeping on dirt floors."

Ridan twirled lazily in the air but didn’t argue. "Fair enough, partner. But don’t take too long. We’ve got a whole world of monsters, melons, and madness waiting out there."

Hazuki Let out a grunt. "I don’t know about melons, but fine. Just a little longer."

By the time Hazuki reached the orphanage, the sun was already leaning west, casting long shadows across the field. Several wooden carriages sat in front of the humble building, their wheels slightly sunk into the earth. Workers busily unloaded stacks of mattresses, bundled blankets, and thick pillows, while others carried heavy sacks of flour and crates filled with preserved meats and vegetables.

Hazuki didn’t give instructions; he simply nodded and gestured vaguely with his hand, letting them decide how to arrange the deliveries. He didn’t care whether the beds faced north or south—his only concern was getting those kids off the cold floor tonight.

He circled around the outside, eyeing the land and muttering to himself. "Better ask that woman how far this land stretches. Might as well see if there’s room to plant those seeds."

The sharp creak of wooden wheels announced another cart approaching, this one loaded with long beams, planks, and bundles of tools tied with thick rope. The old beastkin man—Buron—led his crew of sturdy workers off the cart with practiced ease, each immediately starting work without needing much direction.

Hazuki pointed toward the cracked fence, the sagging doorway, and the partially collapsed side shed. "Start with those. The main house roof looks okay, but check that it won’t leak when it rains."

Buron grunted and scratched his chin. "Understood. Should be done by dusk, barring any trouble."

The men began unloading the lumber, the steady clatter of tools blending with the soft sounds of the children inside.

Hazuki folded his arms and let out a quiet sigh. "Guess I should get this over with..."

Hazuki wandered a little farther around the building and suddenly stopped, eyes narrowing.

"...Ugh! Disgusting."

His nose wrinkled as he stared at the shabby shack standing crooked at the edge of the fence. It was barely more than splintered planks held together with worn-out rope.

He turned to Buron, who was supervising the workers installing the door hinges. "That thing over there," Hazuki jabbed his thumb toward the shack, "is that supposed to be a toilet?"

Buron glanced at it and snorted. "That thing’s just a stiff breeze away from turning into compost."

Hazuki scowled. "Tear it down. Build a new one."

"A new one, huh?" Buron scratched behind his furry ear. "Gonna cost you a few silver, especially if we add a waste pit and stone foundation. But honestly, better than patching that mess."

"I don’t care about the cost," Hazuki said, arms crossed. "Fix everything. Replace what’s broken. Just make it livable for those kids."

Buron gave a satisfied nod, his furry ears twitching. "Well, you’ve got more than enough in your account. Like I said earlier, even at the high end, this job won’t hit more than five gold."

"I know what five gold means," Hazuki replied. "That’s why I’m spending it."

He said nothing more, only turned and cast a narrow-eyed look back at the house.

( End Of Chapter )