Chapter 1189

<Episode 1189> 1189. Day 15

The fire roared to life with a whoosh.

Crimson flames of destruction engulfed the village.

I, the shrine maiden, Nakagami Lisa, Hagawa Ryoko, and the shrine maiden’s subordinates watched the scene from in front of the village.

They say the best sightseeing is no sightseeing at all, but these flames have some kind of magic power that makes you just stare blankly. It’s kinda like how you get mesmerized by a campfire.

“Does it really have to be burned down like this? A ton of money went into building this village.”

I asked the shrine maiden.

The shrine maiden gazed indifferently at the burning village and replied.

“Wasn’t his name Wada Kyoshiro? This place was already compromised. Unlike the yakuza we renegotiated with, we have no idea what he might do. We can’t kill him, so we need to make sure the village is thoroughly dealt with. No evidence must remain.”

“…”

I glanced at Hagawa Ryoko. She too was staring vacantly at the flames like me.

“Is it really okay to wipe out a village like this? I heard this place has been around for several decades.”

“I believe it’s about 200 years old, but history is just the past. If the past gets in the way, it needs to be cleared up.”

“What about the media? With a fire this big, reporters are bound to catch wind of it.”

“We’ve already taken care of it with the government’s help. Thanks to the recent natural disasters, there won’t be any suspicion.”

“So what’s the plan now? Are you gonna build another village like this?”

“It would take too much time and be highly inefficient. We spent quite a bit of money on this cleanup. The Japanese government and yakuza are probably smiling in front while targeting me behind the scenes. For safety, I plan to focus solely on the production of Blood Orbs for now.”

The shrine maiden calmly laid out her schedule. As she spoke, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“What’s bothering you?”

“…Money and time are the issues.”

“If we’re talking about time, I guess there’s nothing we can do about that, but why money? Don’t we have enough? You offered us 3 billion yen.”

“4.2 billion yen. That’s the amount I can use.”

“That’s a lot.”

“It’s not enough.”

“What do you need it for?”

“2 billion yen will go to lobbying politicians. 1 billion yen will be distributed among the yakuza.”

“The yakuza started it, didn’t they? They should keep their mouths shut.”

“If things were that easy, wouldn’t that be great? In order for my operation to work, cooperation from the Japanese government and the yakuza is essential.”

“…What about the remaining 1.2 billion yen?”

“It’ll be invested in production facilities and material procurement. To be honest, it’s quite tight.”

“Does producing Blood Orbs really cost that much?”

“It contains five types of drugs.”

“Oh.”

That made sense immediately.

Blood Orbs contain five different drugs. This is Japan after all. Even if you manage to get your hands on drugs somehow, they won’t come cheap.

“I think I can help with the money issue. The more money we have, the more Blood Orbs we can mass-produce, right?”

“Yes. Human corpses are easier to obtain than drugs. But it won’t work with just a little bit of money. Are you perhaps rich, Master?”

“Nope. Broke as hell. But I know how to make money.”

The shrine maiden nodded quietly. She seems to not fully trust me.

“Let’s head out of the village soon. The flames will soon spread to the mountain.”

“Ah, already leaving? Kinda sad. Watching this fireworks display…”


“Not bad, I suppose.”

Nakagami Risa turned her body after gazing with a mesmerized expression at the burning village. Judging from her flushed cheeks, she was clearly sexually aroused to some degree.

We climbed into the prepared vehicle and left the village.

The broken village roads had been repaired by the yakuza when they stormed the village. Using appropriate rocks, cement, and wood, they’d patched them up temporarily. Though the appearance was rather unstable, the car passed over the makeshift road smoothly.

And as soon as we crossed the road, an alert popped up before my eyes.

[You have escaped Ookaruma Village.]

[Quest completed.]

[Quest rewards granted.]

[‘Flesh-Piercing Fist’ acquired. Please check your inventory.]

[Ending available for viewing.]

[You can continue quests until Day 15.]

[Would you like to end the quest?]

I stared blankly at the notification window visible only to me.

Information about the original *[15 Days]* surfaced in my mind. I also understood the previously unknown quest success conditions.

‘Survive for 15 days or remain in Ookaruma Village.’

I chuckled bitterly. It was currently Day 6. In a few hours, it would be Day 7. We’d cut more than half the time.

‘In the original, it filled all 15 days.’

The original was a survival story about the protagonist’s group. They had to survive the villagers. And in the end, only four people survived.

The protagonist Wada Kyoshirou and heroine Hagawa Ryouko naturally survived, along with two surprises: Section Chief Mori Masahiro and third-year student Hudo Jun.

‘The shrine maiden dies at the end—shot by protagonist Wada Kyoshirou.’

They defeat the mastermind this way and escape the village.

Their final fates are revealed in the ending.

Mori Masahiro becomes a national representative judo athlete, while Hudo Jun becomes a famous musician.

Hagawa Ryouko, the heroine, becomes a model housewife supporting Wada Kyoshirou. Wada Kyoshirou enters politics, exposing what happened in Ookaruma Village to the world and condemning the corruption of the Japanese government and the yakuza.

‘The original has changed. Mori Masahiro and Hudo Jun are dead, the shrine maiden is alive and working with me now. Nakagami Risa is still alive too.’

In the original, Nakagami Risa falls off a cliff with Shibata and dies.

I placed my hand on the shoulder of Hagawa Ryouko, seated beside me. The model housewife of the protagonist was, for now, mine. On a limited-time basis, that is.

Of course, I had no intention of letting her go free—not even a little. And she couldn’t leave me. Not because of some laughable reason like Japanese principles, but because she became business partners with the shrine maiden. If she abandoned everything and returned, Wada Kyoshirou would die.

“What?”

“Don’t be so prickly.”

My hand slid down and cupped her breast. Hagawa Ryouko sighed.

“…Aren’t you tired yet?”

Her voice, tinged with half-hearted resignation, sounded oddly decadent—and sexy. My hand slipped inside her blouse. Removing her bra, I lifted her well-shaped breast onto my palm. The heavy yet soft sensation traveled through my hand. I rolled her nipple gently with my fingers as I replied,

“A woman as delicious as you? I could eat you hundreds, thousands of times, and never get tired.”

“…Enough already.”

Hagawa Ryouko didn’t resist. Her nipple stood erect.

•••

The method to earn money?

It wasn’t difficult.

All I needed were two items.

One was a mask to cover my face, the other was a knife.

I considered robbing a Japanese bank until I remembered I didn’t have any teleportation scrolls right now, so I changed direction. A deadly game of hide-and-seek with the Japanese police might’ve been fun, but without teleportation scrolls, it’d be too exhausting.

So I switched targets to something less tiring.

Loan sharks. Or, to put it plainly, loan sharks connected to the yakuza—it made no difference to me. They’d be less troublesome than dealing with the authority-wielding Japanese police anyway.

I entered an appropriately chosen loan shark office.

I sliced everyone except the boss to pieces with my blade. It took exactly 43 seconds for the office to turn into a sea of blood.

“Hey, who the hell are you…!”


“Give me money.”

“…What?”

“Give me money.”

“Kuaaaah!”

Since they couldn’t understand the gist of my words, I sliced off their right ear.

“Give me money.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll give it to you…!”

It was astonishing. Even after cutting off one ear, they understood my words better.

Right in front of me, they began opening the safe. Their movements were slow, so I stabbed their shoulder with a knife.

“Give me money.”

“Aaaah! I’m opening the safe right now!”

Out goes the right foot.

“Give me money.”

“My foot!!!”

“Give me money.”

“A, alright! Please spare my left foot. I’ll open the safe as fast as I can!”

Inside the safe were ten-thousand yen bills and plastic bags filled with powder. I stuffed them all into my bag. It looked like about 30 million yen.

“Give me money.”

“Huh? B-but I’ve given you everything! That’s all I have!”

“Give me money.”

“Aaaaagh! My right arm! You crazy bastard!!”

“Give me money.”

“Kyeeeeeh! S-sorry, please spare me. I beg you.”

“Give me money.”

“I, it’s all in my wallet! That’s everything I have!”

I got 7,210 yen.

“Give me money.”

“N-now I don’t have a single yen left! I swear! What I just gave you is my entire fortune! Spare me! I beg you!”

“Give me money.”

“I, I have an elderly mother at home. She has mobility issues. I’m indispensable to her. Please… spare me.”

“Give me money.”

“You damn brat! I said I don’t have any money! You took it all!!”

I severed the guy’s limbs. The limbless body wriggled like a maggot in a pool of blood. To ensure he didn’t die, I fed him some Kamino Mountain wonder pills. They worked well. He’d survive for another 1-2 hours.

“Give me money.”

“Do you really think you’ll get away with this? Kagurokai will turn you into dog food…!”

“Give me money.”

“No… money…! Damn it…!”

I smirked and pointed at his eyes with my index finger. Then my finger trailed down to point at his chest, abdomen, and finally poked his kidney area.

“Money.”

“…”

The guy’s face turned ghostly pale with fear. There was also an unpleasant ammonia smell.

“P-please…!”

I gagged him and roughly shoved him into a bag. After grabbing the car keys from the office, I headed outside.

That day, I hit five loan shark offices. I obtained five fresh loan sharks and 300 million yen.

Back at my hideout, I sighed while watching three doctors extract organs.

“I spent three hours raiding five places and only made 300 million yen. Making money is tough, huh?”

One of the doctors glanced at me as if I were insane.

“Earning 100 million yen per hour is already extraordinary, isn’t it?”

“Not really. The real pros make 100 million yen while lying down. Compared to them, I’m just chump change. Jobs like this—dirty and smelly—are supposed to be done by slaves…”

“…You seem to view us as slaves.”

“Hmm?”

“Yes?”

“Doctors are abundant. They’re everywhere.”

“…Sorry.”

The doctors silently focused on their work.

Crunch, crunch.

I pulled out a triangular rice ball I bought earlier at a convenience store. It tasted awful, but it filled my stomach somewhat.

Boom, boom, boom.

Someone knocked on the operating room door. Leaning against it, I frowned.

“What is it?”

“…It’s Kikuchi.”

Kikuchi.

One of the subordinates directly brainwashed by the shamaness.

“What’s up?”

“Yakuza members have come. A total of 16. All armed.”

“They came here? Looks like we’ve got some skilled ones.”

The three doctors stopped their work and looked at me. Their eyes wavered anxiously.

“Doctors, keep working. I’ll handle it and come back.”

“…There are 16 yakuza members out there. We should run.”

“I’ll take care of it. Get back to work.”

“…”

And 15 minutes later…

I presented the doctors with 16 fresh yakuza members. Looks like the doctors’ quitting time will be delayed tonight.