Playing With Other Supernaturals

Volume 8 Chapter 447 - Crimson Apocalypse Thieving Group

"Isn\'t that bad, nya?"

"Nope~! If we bomb their place, we might hurt innocent people. Besides, they could easily rebuild their place and that\'ll only be hard for them for a few days. It\'s the same if we set fire to their places."

"So instead of destroying them, these stink bombs will make their places inhabitable for a month or two~! I designed these bombs so that it\'ll only stick its smell on earth and wood~!"

"Y-you\'re nasty, nya…" Kuroka commented. She thought that even if those Familias wanted to sell their properties, no one would actually want them and prices would only keep on falling. Also, depending on how much it would stick to the earth and wood, since it was Kisuke who made these, it may actually contaminate the land itself so even if they demolish and rebuild their places, the stink would still be there.

"What are you going to do if they just move to another place?" Yoruichi asked.

With a large grin, Kisuke answered, "We continue bombing~!"

"That\'s nasty and cruel! Let\'s do it!" Yoruichi pumped herself up. She was also a bit pissed with the name they gave her.

Kuroka\'s mouth twitched and she was really grateful that they weren\'t her enemies. The most terrifying enemies out there were those which made you think that dying in their hands might be actually the better end, "By the way, since Loki was the Denatus\' chairwoman for today, nya, she could have said something. The fact that you\'re stuck with Gigolo Master means that she didn\'t even try opposing it, nya."

"Hehehe… Don\'t worry. I\'ve got a separate punishment for her~!"

Yoruichi and Kuroka were wondering what he would do, but Kisuke suddenly faced Kuroka and said, "Kuroka, take out the files of our targets, specifically, those who\'re involved in criminal activities."

"Sure, nya. But what are you going to do with them? Blackmail them?"

"Nope~! Too much trouble! Just hand them over to the Guild anonymously, including some evidence."

"I see. Finishing them off, huh." Yoruichi nodded in agreement.

"I\'m truly grateful that you aren\'t my enemies, nya…" Kuroka couldn\'t help but mutter.

"Anyway, just going there without any flare is boring. We need to do something to really leave our mark." Yoruichi suggested.

"Then how about masquerading as thieves, nya?"

"What are we going to steal?" Kisuke asked Kuroka.

"We target those involved in illegal activities, nya, and buy a lot of food with their money before sending it to the orphaned kids and the homeless, nya."

"Thieves of justice, eh~. Sounds good, let\'s go with that~!" Kisuke agreed to her, "Since it\'s still pretty early, I\'ll make some fliers and use them to announce our arrival! What name should we use?"

"We use something cringy as hell, so that those victimized God\'s would suffer more. They were done in by someone using such a painful name."

"Then how about \'Ultimate Thieving Group\', nya?" Kuroka suggested.

"Nope. Too simple. Let\'s go with \'Final X Strike Thieving Group\'!" Yoruichi suggested.

The three of them used most of their time deciding for their group\'s name and they finally accepted Kisuke\'s suggestion, \'Crimson Apocalypse Thieving Group\'.

And to match that name, Kisuke distributed crimson-colored cloaks and crimson-colored masks. He also made a thousand small fliers in order to distribute them later. Written on it was,

\'Peace, Order, and Happiness, Everyone deserves it.

But lurking under these beautiful shades, Darkness prosper.

We, the Crimson Apocalypse Thieving Group, shall take a stand and scatter this shadow…

Er… This is hard…

Fuck this!

We\'re here to take your things!

-The Crimson Apocalypse Thieving Group.\'

And beside the name was an image of a red flaming blushing skull.

Yoruichi and Kuroka mouths twitched after reading the note, \'This bastard got too lazy to think of a nice intro.\' However, once they thought about it again, maybe this will do more damage to their targets and approved of Kisuke\'s message instead of pointing it towards his lack of skill in poetry.

"Alright~! Let\'s do this!" Kisuke announced as they donned their cloaks and masks. But before they left, Kisuke did something to the seals on their souls, "With this, that peeping lady will become even more confused~!"

It was still early in the evening, and most of the people on the streets were Adventurers who were just returning from their daily exploration and were looking for a place to eat. The three of them separated. Yoruichi went directly to the busiest part of the city, the marketplace. Kuroka went to the opposite side which was near Daedalus Street and the Entertainment District.

Kuroka\'s approach was to toss her pamphlets from roof to roof. She targeted the most crowded areas like shops in the Entertainment District. Meanwhile, Yoruichi went to the highest place and took out two small metal shields before smashing them together, creating a very loud sound that traveled far and gathered everyone\'s attention before tossing her own set of pamphlets.

"What\'s that?" One of the Adventurers asked as he looked up to the figure covered in a crimson cloak and wearing a crimson-colored cloak.

"Some drunk?"

"Look. Something is written on it." One of the Adventurers picked up the paper they tossed. "H-huh? What\'s this? Steal our things? Is this some prank or some drunkard\'s idea of having fun?"

Kisuke, on the other hand, chose a spot where he could overlook one half of Orario, the place where Freya was currently watching the city.

Kisuke appeared on the small space outside of Freya\'s room, separated only by a large pane of glass.

Freya almost dropped her wineglass in shock when someone suddenly appeared on her viewing platform but the first thing she noticed was his soul which was the familiar but mysterious crimson soul, "Y-you are…"

Ignoring her shocked expression, Kisuke gathered mist on his hand and slapped it on the glass before writing using his finger, "I\'m sorry for disturbing you, Freya-sama. But I need this spot for a minute. Thank you~!"

Turning towards the city, Kisuke started to toss his set of pamphlets.

While still not knowing what to do, a large thumping was heard from below as Ottar made his way to Freya\'s room because he felt someone near her which shouldn\'t be possible, "Freya-sama!!!" Ottar came barreling in and immediately roared at Kisuke, who was having fun tossing some paper in front of Freya, "You bastard! Who are you!!?"

Kisuke turned to him and started writing, "Good evening, Ottar-san." He then proceeded to ignore him and continued his activity.

Gritting his teeth, Ottar pulled out his sword and swung it towards him while ignoring the glass pane.

Kisuke dodged by jumping down and tossing the rest of the papers. Ottar immediately followed after him to apprehend and question his goals for getting close to Freya.

Freya wasn\'t bothered by the cold wind due to the now broken glass pane and picked up one of the pamphlets which were blown inside, "Crimson Apocalypse Thieving Group?"

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Alexander: Okay, kudos to me for guessing right about the stink bombs. But, I expected them to become a small part of the harassment, not that Kisuke would improve them to an apocalyptic level. Somehow I feel that it would be more merciful to nuke them. As for the rest, way too cringy, I would never ever do that. The only exception would be, when I am as drunk as a skunk.

28th00: Well, is this karmic justice? It kinda feels like it… Oh dear, they\'re gonna really experience PTSD when Ophis pops up and drags Hestia around as her tour guide to all the interesting things… Phis-chama is not a nice dragon… If there\'s a wall in the way, there is no more wall. Daedalus Street is going to become mostly a crater, huh? At least her food tour will be fruitful!

Goyya: Phis-chama will be around when the incident in Daedalus Street happens… hehehe.