ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!
Chapter 201: Purely for the Meat ( 201 )

Chapter 201: Purely for the Meat ( 201 )

"Hey!"

Gikan looked up from inspecting a crimson-scaled serpent.

"Hmm?"

Hazuki pointed at the pile, a gleam in his eye.

"Estimate gold I can get from this?"

Gikan ran a quick mental tally, eyes darting between hides, bones, and magical cores.

"Easily... twelve to twenty gold."

He paused.

"Depending on the internal damage, rarity, and if anything was cleanly extracted or usable."

"You hear that, Ridan!!?" Hazuki threw both arms up, a wild grin spreading across his face.

"Wooo!! I’m rich!!"

He did a small spin, arms flailing like he just won the lottery.

Gikan blinked.

Ridan...?

He looked around.

No one there.

Just the black-haired human shouting at the sky.

Ridan floated up from Hazuki’s shoulder, his misty form swirling in excitement like a spinning puffball.

"That’s food money!!" he cackled mid-air.

"Give me premium wyvern meat this time!!"

Hazuki rolled his eyes.

"Oi! That thing’s expensive, right?"

Ridan grinned wide, circling around Hazuki’s head like a ghostly vulture.

"Hey, don’t be stingy, old man. You just scored twenty gold. That’s feast tier!"

Nearby, Gikan stared at Hazuki—who had just spent the last ten seconds arguing with thin air and then sighed in defeat like he’d actually lost.

"...Who is he talking to now...?" he muttered.

The sound of wheels and heavy boots soon echoed through the forest path as the guild staff arrived, flanked by several workers and a few spare adventurers for muscle.

Three transport caravans rolled into the clearing, their wood frames creaking under the weight of empty crates, ropes, and reinforced shelves.

Deputy Guild Master Gikan clapped his hands together once, sharp and commanding.

"Alright! Let’s start with the first monster!" he called out.

He pointed to a battle-worn troll near the edge of the pile.

"Evaluate it. Once it’s appraised, get it loaded onto the caravan. Move efficiently—label everything. If the carts fill, signal me, and I’ll send for more."

"Yes, sir!" the workers replied in unison, already unrolling ropes, setting crates, and preparing tags.

A team of three moved toward the first troll corpse, measuring the length, checking wounds, and inspecting its leather for sale quality.

Hazuki leaned against a tree, watching lazily as the whole operation kicked into motion.

Ridan floated beside him, arms crossed smugly.

"Look at that. An entire guild mobilized just for your loot."

Hazuki smirked.

"Damn right."

The guild staff move.

Clipboards in hand, they recorded each monster with careful detail—species, condition, estimated material value, and any notable traits.

"Battle troll. Skin intact. Left arm damaged."

"Redback serpent. No internal rupture. Excellent core preservation."

Each entry was carefully logged, tagged, and marked for transport.

Nearby, the workers—sweating under the weight—lifted and dragged the massive corpses onto reinforced sleds, hauling them toward the waiting caravans.

"First load’s full!" one of the team leaders shouted.

"Begin transport to Macia Guild Hall! Move!"

With a crack of reins, the caravan began rolling down the forest path, escorted by two adventurers and a few armed staff members for protection.

Back at the clearing, Gikan stood with arms crossed, watching as more staff prepared the second wave.

One full cart already... and they’re barely halfway through the top layer.

As the second wave of appraisal continued, Deputy Guild Master Gikan remained near the edge, quietly observing.

Then—he paused.

His eyes locked onto something near the bottom layer of the monster pile.

Just barely visible.

A tail—thick, scaly, and jagged like hardened stone. Covered in black-crimson scales that shimmered faintly under the sun.

He blinked.

Once.

Twice.

...Is that...?

He took a slow step forward.

Then another.

The rest of the corpse was buried beneath larger monsters, making it hard to see clearly—but that tail...

That scale pattern. That size.

He crouched low, brushing dirt away.

...No. That can’t be.

He narrowed his eyes, voice low.

"...Don’t tell me..."

He waved one of the nearby senior appraisers over.

"Help me uncover this one. Now. Carefully."

The workers immediately began clearing the upper layers.

The workers carefully pulled back a troll , then rolled aside a battle wolf.

A massive wing—torn, but intact.

Then a snout. Still oozing faint black ichor.

A long silence fell over the clearing.

Gikan’s breath caught.

"...Abyss Drake."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

The workers around him stopped moving.

The appraisers dropped their quills.

The staff froze in place, staring at the massive beast now partially revealed from the pile.

One of the younger adventurers swallowed hard.

"T-That’s... an A-class monster..."

Another whispered.

"You need five Rank A adventurers to take it down. At minimum."

"Some guilds call for B-rank squads just to stall it."

Gikan took a step back, his throat dry.

And this guy...

He slowly turned his head toward Hazuki—who was currently sitting on a nearby stump, casually chewing dried meat with one leg crossed.

Ridan floated above him, spinning lazily.

Everyone stared at him.

"That thing’s meat... taste good?" Hazuki asked casually, still chewing like this was a picnic.

The clearing fell silent again.

Everyone froze.

Deputy Guild Master Gikan felt something twitch in his eye.

Meat...?

All he cares about... is MEAT!?

He took down an Abyss Drake, and he’s thinking about its TASTE!?

Meanwhile, Hazuki turned toward the towering pile and called out—

"All this monster meat can be eaten, right, Ridan?"

Floating lazily above his head, Ridan answered smugly (only Hazuki could hear):

"Yes. And don’t tell me you’ve been eating meat without knowing.

The one you’re chewing now isn’t monster boar, by the way. I think that’s Huran meat."

Hazuki blinked.

"Huran...?"

"Yeah. Think spiky raccoon—but with tusks. If we’re comparing to your old world."

"Oh. Well... as long as it’s good."

He looked back at the pile.

"Hmm... wonder if there’s any bull meat here..."

Everyone froze again.

One of the appraisers whispered, barely audible.

"...Did he just say bull? As in... Frenzy Bull Horn?"

A rare, high-speed, rage-type beast known for goring B-rank parties in under a minute.

Gikan’s mind was spinning.

Is he... trying to EAT it?

And who the hell is he TALKING to!?

( End Of Chapter )