Chapter 1189 – Day 15
Flames blazed fiercely.
The crimson fire swallowed the village.
The shaman, Nakagami Risa, Hagawa Ryoko, the shaman’s subordinates, and I watched the scene unfold from the village entrance.
They say watching a fire is the best kind of spectacle, and the flames indeed had a mesmerizing power, making me stare blankly. It felt like watching a campfire.
“Did you really have to burn it down like this? I bet a lot of money went into this village.”
I asked the shaman.
She stared at the burning village impassively and replied,
“Was it Wada Kyoshiro? This place is already known to him. Unlike the yakuza, who have finished renegotiating, we don’t know what he might do. We can’t kill him, so we need to make sure the village is completely gone. No evidence left behind.”
“……”
I glanced at Hagawa Ryoko. She, too, was staring blankly at the flames, just like me.
“Is it okay to just destroy this village like this? I heard it’s been around for decades.”
“I believe it has a history of about 200 years, but history is just the past. If the past is an obstacle, it needs to be cleared away.”
“What about the media? A fire of this magnitude is bound to attract reporters.”
“We’ve already taken care of that with the government’s help. Thanks to the recent disasters, it won’t raise any suspicion.”
“What are you going to do now? Build another village like this?”
“That would take too long and be inefficient. We spent quite a lot of money on this cleanup. And the Japanese government and the yakuza are probably smiling on the surface while plotting against me behind the scenes. For safety, I plan to focus on producing blood pills for the time being.”
The shaman stated her plans calmly. As she continued, her brow furrowed, and wrinkles appeared.
“What’s bothering you?”
“…Money and time are the problem.”
“Time is unavoidable, but why money? Don’t you have a lot? Enough to offer us 3 billion yen.”
“4.2 billion yen. That’s the money I have available.”
“That’s a lot.”
“It’s not enough.”
“What do you need it for?”
“2 billion yen is for lobbying politicians. 1 billion yen will have to be given to the yakuza.”
“The yakuza were in the wrong this time. They should just shut up.”
“If only things were that easy. The business you’re talking about, Mr. Seong, requires the cooperation of the Japanese government and the yakuza.”
“……What about the remaining 1.2 billion yen?”
“I’ll invest it in production facilities and securing materials. To be honest, it’s very tight.”
“Does producing blood pills really cost that much?”
“Because it contains drugs.”
“Ah.”
I understood immediately.
Blood pills contain five different drugs. This is Japan. Even if you manage to get your hands on drugs, the price would be astronomical.
“I think I can help with the money problem. The more money you have, the more blood pills you can produce, right?”
“Yes. Human corpses are easier to obtain than drugs. But it’s not going to work with just a few pennies. Are you perhaps rich, Mr. Seong?”
“No. I’m broke. But I know how to make money.”
The shaman nodded quietly. She seemed to doubt me.
“Let’s get out of the village soon. The fire will spread to the mountains soon.”
“Oh, are we leaving already? That’s a shame. This kind of fireworks… it’s not bad, you know.”
Nakagami Risa, who had been watching the burning village with a dreamy expression, turned around. Her cheeks were flushed, indicating she was sexually aroused to some extent.
We got into the prepared vehicles and left the village.
The broken village road had been repaired by the yakuza when they stormed the village. It was a temporary fix using rocks, cement, and wood. It looked unstable, but the cars passed over the temporary road without any problems.
As soon as we passed the road, an alert window popped up in front of me.
[You have escaped Ookaruma Village.]
[Quest completed.]
[Quest rewards will be given.]
[You have obtained ‘Life and Death Authority.’ Please check your inventory.]
[You can check the ending.]
[You can proceed with the quest until Day 15.]
[Do you want to end the quest?]
I stared at the alert window, which only I could see, with a somewhat dumbfounded expression.
Information about the original work, [Day 15], flooded my mind. I also learned the quest completion conditions, which I hadn’t known until just now.
‘Survive for 15 days, or escape Ookaruma Village.’
I chuckled. It was day 6 now. In a few hours, it would be day 7. I had cut the time by more than half.
‘In the original, they fill all 15 days.’
The original story is about the protagonist and his group surviving. They had to survive the villagers. And in the end, a total of four people survive.
The protagonist, Wada Kyoshiro, and the heroine, Hagawa Ryoko, naturally survive, and the other two are a bit unexpected. The department head, Mori Masahiro, and a third-year student, Fudo Jun.
‘The shaman dies at the end. Shot by the protagonist, Wada Kyoshiro.’
That’s how they kill the mastermind and escape the village.
The ending also shows what happened to them afterward.
Mori Masahiro became a national judo athlete, and Fudo Jun became a famous musician.
The heroine, Hagawa Ryoko, becomes a virtuous wife and supports Wada Kyoshiro. Wada Kyoshiro becomes a politician and reveals the events of Ookaruma Village to the world, denouncing the corruption of the Japanese government and the yakuza.
‘The original story has changed. Mori Masahiro and Fudo Jun are dead, and the shaman is alive and has joined hands with me. Nakagami Risa is also alive.’
In the original story, Nakagami Risa falls off a cliff and dies with Shibata.
I put my hand on Hagawa Ryoko’s shoulder, who was sitting next to me. The protagonist’s virtuous wife had become my plaything. Temporarily, at least.
Of course, I had no intention of letting her go free. And she can’t escape me. Not because of some silly Japanese sense of duty, but because she has become the shaman’s business partner. If she abandons everything and runs away, Wada Kyoshiro will die.
“What is it?”
“Don’t be so prickly.”
I moved my hand down and squeezed her breast. Hagawa Ryoko sighed.
“…Aren’t you tired of this?”
Her voice, half-resigned, was strangely decadent and sexy. My hand slipped inside her top. I took off her bra and placed her shapely breast in my palm. The heavy yet soft sensation traveled through my hand. I gently rolled her nipple with my fingers and replied,
“I’ll never get tired of a delicious woman like you, no matter how many hundreds or thousands of times I have you.”
“…Enough already.”
Hagawa Ryoko didn’t resist. Her nipple was hard.
•••
Making money.
It wasn’t difficult.
I just needed two things.
One was a mask to cover my face, and the other was a knife.
I thought about robbing a Japanese bank, but then I realized I didn’t have a space-shifting scroll, so I changed my plans. A deadly game of tag with the Japanese police would be fun, but without a space-shifting scroll, it would be too tiring.
I changed my target to something less tiring.
Loan sharks. In other words, private moneylenders. It didn’t matter if they were connected to the yakuza. They would be less troublesome than the Japanese police with their authority.
I entered a loan shark’s office.
I killed everyone except the guy who seemed to be the boss with my knife. It took exactly 43 seconds for the office to become a sea of blood.
“W-who the hell are you…!”
“Give me money.”
“…What?”
“Give me money.”
“Kyahhh!”
Since he didn’t understand, I cut off his right ear.
“Give me money.”
“Y-yes, yes, I’ll give it to you…!”
It was amazing. Even though I cut off one of his ears, he listened to me better.
He started opening the safe in front of me. His movements were slow, so I stabbed him in the shoulder.
“Give me money.”
“Aaaah! I’m opening the safe right now!”
Right foot out.
“Give me money.”
“My foot!!!”
“Give me money.”
“O-okay! 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 took everything in my bag. It seemed to be about 30 million yen.
“Give me money.”
“Huh? I-I gave you everything! That’s all there is!”
“Give me money.”
“Aaaah! My right arm! You crazy bastard!!”
“Give me money.”
“Ughhh! I-I’m sorry. Please, spare me.”
“Give me money.”
“T-this is all I have in my wallet!”
I got 7,210 yen.
“Give me money.”
“I-I don’t have any more! Really! What I just gave you is all I have! Please, spare me! I’m begging you!”
“Give me money.”
“I-I have an old mother at home. She has trouble walking. She can’t live without me. Please… spare me.”
“Give me money.”
“Y-you son of a bitch! I don’t have any money! You took it all!!”
I cut off his limbs. The man with his arms and legs severed writhed like a worm on the pool of blood. I gave him a Kamiyama secret medicine so he wouldn’t die. It worked well. He would live for about one or two hours.
“Give me money.”
“Do you think you’ll get away with this? The Kagurokai will make you dog food…!”
“Give me money.”
“I… don’t have any… money…! Damn it…!”
I chuckled and pointed my index finger at his eyes. My finger traced down his body, pointing at his chest and poking his abdomen. The area where the kidneys are.
“Money.”
“……”
The man’s face turned pale with terror. There was also a nasty smell of ammonia.
“P-please….”
I gagged him, picked him up, and stuffed him into my bag. I grabbed the car keys in the office and went outside.
That day, I raided five loan shark offices. I got five fresh loan sharks and 300 million yen.
Back at the hideout, I sighed as I watched three doctors extracting organs.
“I spent three hours raiding five places, and I only made 300 million yen. It’s so hard to make money. Right?”
One of the doctors looked at me with a dumbfounded expression.
“Isn’t 100 million yen per hour an enormous amount of money?”
“No. The really good guys make 100 million yen while lying down. Compared to them, I’m a nobody. This kind of dirty work is supposed to be done by slaves…”
“……You always seem to see us as slaves.”
“Hey.”
“Yes?”
“There are a lot of doctors. They’re everywhere.”
“……I’m sorry.”
The doctors silently focused on their work.
Rustle, rustle.
I took out a triangle kimbap I had bought at the convenience store and put it in my mouth. The taste was terrible, but it filled my stomach.
Thump, thump, thump.
Someone was knocking on the operating room door. I frowned, leaning against the door.
“What is it?”
“…It’s Kikuchi.”
Kikuchi.
One of the shaman’s subordinates who had been brainwashed by her.
“What’s the matter?”
“The yakuza are outside. There are 16 of them. They’re all armed.”
“They found this place? Looks like there are some skilled guys.”
The three doctors stopped working and looked at me. Their eyes trembled with anxiety.
“You doctors keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll go take care of it.”
“…Didn’t you say there are 16 yakuza? We should run.”
“I’ll handle it. Just keep working.”
“……”
And 15 minutes later.
I presented the doctors with 16 fresh yakuza. It seemed like the doctors’ quitting time would be delayed.
