I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Bonus Chapter 5

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Side Story: Yadar and Her Flame

I didn’t know about the country of Casemaian until I was twelve years old. Actually, it did not exist anywhere.

I was born and raised in a republic; at least, that’s what I heard. I don’t remember what it was like. My father died, so I drifted west in search of food. My mother died on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, so I drifted west again.

Before I learned to speak, I learned to kill. Whether it was livestock, wild beasts, monsters, or humans, I killed them all.

The man who killed my father was a human bandit, and the man who killed my mother was a human soldier and the monster he used. So I’ll kill them, too, and anyone like them.

I can only read a few letters, but I’ve killed more people than I can count on both hands. I’ve attacked and killed and robbed caravans and small units of the army as they passed along the roads. That’s how I’ve survived.

Most beastmen are uneducated. They have weak minds and no patience. I’ve always believed that the only way to survive is to use your strength and sense of smell to take everything in sight and blow it away.

It’s a strange story, but I did the same thing as the people who took my family.

“Yadar, enemy attack!”

I wake up, shaken. I shake off the confused dream that clings to me from my short sleep.

I am in Casemaian, the demi-human paradise that was nothing more than a dream. It is being attacked by an army of 30,000. It’s like being thrown into a pack of wolves. I will only die with my limbs torn off and my guts ripped out. I thought that was okay. This time, it’s just my turn.

The trembling, pale beastmen brace themselves with their strange sticks. Some of them look like they’re about to pee, while others have already peed themselves and are just standing there with their backs to the wall. As for me, I’m having a hard time holding back the feelings that are welling up in the pit of my stomach.

“I’m alive.”

It’s strange, isn’t it? I’m so happy. I don’t know what it is that makes me so happy, but when I look at the soldiers swarming around me, it makes my heart pound.

The ‘Emnineteen-whatever-it-is’ makes a loud noise when you put a small ball in it, and it can blow away the enemy half a mile away. It can do this over and over again, dozens of times. It’s like we can also use the strange techniques of the mages.

“Left quarter, enemy cavalry! When they get to the front fence, open fire!”

Whether they’re moving or standing still, you just point at them as if you were pointing at something. If they’re close, you’ll hit them, and if they’re far away, if you point the barrel up a little bit, they’ll fall down, and you’ll hit them at the end.

It’s so easy.

“Center right, light cavalry! It’s the wagon with the red mark!”

They’re all huddled together, holding up their shields and whatnot, but the bullets will shoot right through their shields without blinking, and even the guy behind them will get killed if he’s unlucky. By the time I’ve fired five bullets, there will be more than ten bodies lying around.

“Is that all there is to it?”

I’m not very good with a gun. I can only kill five people at a time. I hope an enemy will come within range soon so I can use “Machete” or “Sukoppu” to decapitate them. [T/n: machete or shovel].

If I go down now, I might get hit by a bullet, so my friends can’t use “Guns.” Well, I guess I’ll just have to be patient and wait.

“I just killed ten of them. I killed ten of them before. And then… oh no, I can’t remember.”

If there are thirty thousand enemies, I only have to kill three hundred heads, right? I couldn’t do the math, so I asked the dwarf Misner. Ten times three. That’s it. Then it’s easy, right?

When I told him, he was stunned. Yoshua is a scrawny, slovenly old man. He said it wasn’t that kind of problem, but then he couldn’t answer what kind of problem it was. What an idiot.

No matter what smart people say, no matter how hard you think about it, the world is actually much simpler than that.

I shot the group of leather-armored mercenaries that had come around to the right, and then I shot the nobleman hiding behind them. After adding a ball to my “kurippu,” I shot the private army of peasants who had come to help the fallen nobleman, and then I shot the two idiots who were trying to hold the rolling men and use them as a ball shield. You can’t stop a bullet that can penetrate an iron shield with such thin flesh.

“Well, good! Yoshua! I’ve already killed three hundred!”

“Hmm? Ah… yes.”

“From now on, every enemy I kill will be a victory for us! Right?”

That bastard Yoshua looked at me and froze as if a live fish had been shoved up his ass.

“What’s the matter? Is that not right?

“Y-yeah, that’s right. You’re the champion, Yadar! Keep on killing, killing, and killing until you’ve killed all the others!”

You see, I was right. Things don’t just happen. You do what you want, and it happens.

“Leave it to me. Hey, when this war is over, I want you two to get married…”

“Hey, don’t do that, Yadar. It’s bad luck. Whatever you want to do, I’ll do everything I can to make it happen. So please, no one else should die.”

Yoshua and Myrril walked off somewhere, saying something I didn’t understand. What is this “bad luck” thing?

I just wanted to say it.

When this war is over, we’ll have a wedding for you two.

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