Chapter 151.2: Welcome to the Kingdom: Executing

Chapter 151.2: Welcome to the Kingdom: Executing

PART 2/2

Carison walked down the street of a dirty, desolate city. Carth, to be specific. What was once a booming, high-class trade hub had been reduced to this den of street rats and corpses after that initial attack. It seemed that Carth had gotten it the worst during the invasion of the kingdom, not only being one of the cities that had soldiers enter through it, but also clearly being sent the strongest forces out of all of them. At first, he’d simply thought they were unlucky. But after being debriefed, he learned that they’d been attacked hardest because they were the ones to contain the fugitive.

So, in the end, the people of Carth really were just unlucky. Everything happened for a reason—luck was just making a blind choice because you didn’t know the reason or the consequences.

But still, walking around in this area put him on-edge, no bodyguards or assistants or even basic law enforcement to keep him safe from the crime-ridden populace. However, that crime was what brought Carison to Carth. According to Asmo, she’d gotten permission from the Demons to infiltrate these crime rings throughout the impacted towns and use them to their advantage.

Of course, the Demons thought they’d use these formed connections to help stimulate the economy, recruit soldiers for the war efforts, raise funds, things like that. And while they would certainly also do so, the main purpose of these visits was something else entirely.

Carison searched the desolate streets for any sign of some way to contact a higher-up in the criminal world. The buildings were burnt and smashed down into rubble, roads completely destroyed. People walked on dusty paths that’d formed around the rubble filling the streets, filling the air with powder with their every step, giving the horizon a brown haze.

In lieu of the actual buildings that once made people’s homes, it seemed that most slept in small camps under tarps, no real house in sight.

It was unfortunate, really. After disasters like these, the wealthy and powerful would simply leave—-why stay in a doomed town, after all—-while those without the money to move to a new city would be forced to stay behind, nobody left with the power to actually rebuild. That job was typically left up to the government, but in these circumstances, the overthrown kingdom clearly had more important worries than throwing money at a project to even relocate those impacted, much less build them new homes.

However, when a governing body fell, a new one would always rise to take its place. People hated anarchy, after all, so if they had to surrender power to some shady new organization, if it meant some semblance of calm returning to their lives, they’d do it.

And in this case, that new governing body was a crime family. Not officially, of course—-the kingdom would never formally recognize something like that—-but the people did what they said, and they protected the people from monsters. Protection money traded hands, rival gangs were kicked out, and citizens were happy.

But the thing that made the difference between a king and a crime lord was size. These people ran the streets of a single city, and Carison, with his newfound connections with Koinkar and Asmo, represented the entire land around it. So all he had to do was flex that influence just slightly, enough to get their attention, but not so much to get him killed.

Not that he was totally without protection, of course. He’d thankfully received something from Asmo to help with his being alone and vulnerable, here. As an Unclassed person, if someone decided they wanted to kill him, he’d normally just have to accept his fate. But with this new “earpiece” thing Asmo had gotten Winic to make for the four of them, suddenly everything people said to him would be automatically transcribed to her, and anything she said could be instantly heard straight from his ear. It’d been a little unsettling to use—literally inserting a small piece of Enchanted material deep into his ear with some tweezers—but clearly worth it. If Asmo ever thought he was in danger, she could either teleport him out with the single-use teleportation ring he had on his finger, or send in reinforcements.

Effectively, he had a decent bit of free reign when it came to taking risks here. So he looked around, searching for the right person. Down in the alleys, people in the streets, looking, looking...

On one side of the road, Carison saw two people, a man and a woman, with the woman holding a baby in her arms. The man smiled, tickling the child as it giggled to him.

He grimaced at the sight. In this environment, a couple like that was sure to break up any time now. In times of hardship like this? It was inevitable. One would betray the other, steal their money, or simply abandon their responsibilities. Carison knew very well that was how those sort of things ended. And seeing those people living in blissful ignorance...it was just depressing. It put a steel ball in his gut, as though he could already imagine the world of hurt they would inevitably experience. It was an empathy he absolutely hated feeling.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of those bitter memories, and continued searching for someone who looked promising.

Ah, there. There were two men speaking to each other, one of them leaning up against a half-destroyed wall, and Carison was close enough to pick up on the conversation.

“...Yeah, it’s this new one, supposed to be absolutely euphoric,” the man reclining on the wall said.

“And how expensive is it?”

“Half-silver per rock.”

“Hm.” The other man scratched his arm. “Too much. Can you just give me the usual stuff? I got sixty copper, so should be enough for three leaves, right?”

“Probably won’t.”

“No, no, I think you’ll want to at some point.”

“And why would I ever care about finding you?”

Carison, with his hand into his pocket, slipped on a set of Enchanted brass knuckles. “Oh, you know. Whim.”

The familiar notification of equipping an Enchanted item entered his mind, telling him about the Stat increases it gave him and the effects it would apply to an opponent he hit with them—the main thing was that it dealt more damage the more Health they had. This was the tool he’d used for a long, long time. The odds-evener.

The man stared at him. “The fuck are you doing, man?”

Someone screamed. That was probably Carison’s cue to stop.

You have struck Level 4 Swordsman for 21 damage using Fist.

Based on the damage his tool was dealing at this point, the man was obviously low on Health anyway. He hadn’t started out with much, in the first place.

But Carison was still glad he’d used the tool to do the job. He was Unclassed, and even against a Level 4, with nothing to help him out, he’d almost certainly be killed. But with just a little something...

The man lying on the ground coughed, blood flooding his mouth. He was lying on his back, so when he coughed it up, it just went right down his throat. But Carison didn’t want him to die, just get sufficiently hurt. So he used his foot to push the man over on his side. Though Carison was sure the man didn’t feel like he’d been done any favors there—certainly not like his life had just been saved. The number of cuts and bruises he’d be nursing for a while, this man would hold this grudge for a long, long time.

Someone ran up and grabbed Carison from behind, pulling him away from the bloodied, half-conscious man on the ground.

“What are you doing, man?!” the person pulling him away said.

Carison looked back. A small crowd had formed around the entrance to the alley, several people looking on in shock and horror at the gruesome sight before them. But that was good. More witnesses, more attention.

“Sorry, sorry,” Carison said. “He came at me first. Just protecting myself.”

“Like hells you were, man!” the guy pulling him away said. “He was on the ground. Leave him alone.”

“Sure. Just got carried away.” Carison turned and walked away with the rest of the people.

“Someone should go help him,” someone in the crowd said

“Hells no,” another responded. “That dealer guy’s with Boss. Don’t get involved.”

“He’s with Boss? Fuck, what’re they gonna do to that guy who attacked him?”

Carison heard a laugh from the voice in the crowd. “Hells know. But he can figure that out. It’s his death sentence.”