ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 287: The Hidden Blessing ( )

They arrived at what should’ve been a dangerous zone—the heart of the poison swamp, an area usually swarmed by aggressive poison lizardmen.

Empty.

Quiet.

Peaceful.

Hazuki stood proudly, naked as the day he was born, sword in one hand, and the other scratching his head.

"Yo, Ridan."

Ridan, who had been cautiously floating, eyes peeled for danger, blinked and looked at him. "Huh?"

"How many we should take?" Hazuki asked while staring at the glowing flowers gently swaying near a bubbling patch of poison. "These chusing flowers."

"It’s Chusi... Chusi, Hazuki." Ridan sighed, already sensing where this was going. "Just take two. One for the request. One backup."

Hazuki nodded like a diligent student. "Alright. Two it is." freewebnoveℓ.com

He casually bent down, the light of the glowing flower reflecting off his skin—still unbothered by the fact he was completely bare—and plucked two of them with ease.

Ridan hovered beside him, slowly narrowing his eyes. "Are you seriously only taking two?"

"What? You said two, I took two. I don’t have a bag, and you know it." Hazuki waved the flowers.

"I’m naked, remember? Where am I supposed to stuff rare herbs? My butt?!"

Ridan floated back slightly. "Okay okay! No need to get aggressive with the... visuals."

Hazuki rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. "Right. Now, about old man Girem’s stuff. What’s it again?"

Ridan pinched his cloudy temples and muttered, "Rare kind. Purple stalk. Smells like sulfur piss. Called Nardok. Grows on rotting tree stumps."

"Alright," Hazuki replied. "Help me look around."

Ridan floated ahead, scanning the surrounding decay and stumps. Moments later, he pointed with his misty hand.

"Oi, Hazuki. Found it."

Hazuki approached the spot, still holding the two Chusi flowers carefully in one hand. He crouched down and inspected the gnarly, steaming stalk growing out of a sunken stump.

"This one looks ugly," Hazuki said with a slight frown. "But whatever. Let’s just take one."

He pulled it gently, holding it away from his body like a toxic sock.

"Alright. That’s everything for this quest," he said, standing. "Let’s head back."

"Don’t forget," Ridan reminded him. "You promised that kid the Seraphis flower."

"I know." Hazuki sighed, glancing down at himself—still naked, save for the short sword in hand. "Show me the way, GPS. Since everything else I had melted, might as well stop by the stream too. I need a proper rinse."

Ridan floated ahead, quiet for once as Hazuki followed behind, bare feet squelching through the muck.

They walked in silence, the stench of the swamp slowly fading behind them. The ground was no longer purple and soft, shifting back to patches of dry dirt and scattered roots.

When they were a bit farther from the poison swamp, Ridan floated slightly ahead and pointed toward a shallow stream nearby.

"Hey, Hazuki."

"What?"

"Better rinse your body with that water over there."

Hazuki glanced at it, unimpressed. "Why? It looks muddy."

"Just rinse it," Ridan insisted. "We don’t want the forest dying because you’re still covered in swamp residue."

Hazuki looked down at himself, remembering the stinging slime and foul smell. "Right... good point."

He trudged over and knelt by the stream, scooping the water with both hands and pouring it over himself. The cold splash made him flinch, but he kept going—washing his arms, legs, chest, neck. Bits of greenish muck ran off into the current.

Ridan hovered nearby, arms crossed, watching silently.

Once done, Hazuki stood, shaking the water from his arms. "Better?"

"Not great, but better than melting trees with every step."

Hazuki rolled his eyes and sighed. "Let’s get that flower again, then head back."

"Alright, follow me, Hazuki!" Ridan said, floating ahead like a lazy cloud with purpose.

Hazuki walked behind him, still holding the two chusi flowers and the nardok mushroom, both of which had already been rinsed back at the muddy stream.

They moved steadily through the shifting forest path, away from the stench and rot of the poison swamp. Trees began to reappear, birds chirped faintly in the distance, and the air felt lighter.

"Man, my body itches," Hazuki muttered, scratching his side.

"Poison residue. Just wait. Once we get near the seraphis stream again, rinse off properly," Ridan said without looking back.

"Yeah... got it."

A few minutes later, the familiar sound of running water echoed nearby. The stream came into view—clear, sparkling, and untouched. The same stream where the glowing seraphis flowers bloomed earlier.

Hazuki smiled slightly. "There it is. Finally."

Hazuki put down the two chusi flowers and the lone ugly nardok mushroom on a clean flat stone near the stream.

Then, without a second thought, he jumped in with a splash.

"Wooo!! This is refreshing!! Ahhh~!" Hazuki spread his arms and floated on his back like a kid on summer break, eyes half-closed in bliss.

Ridan hovered lazily above the water, arms folded behind his cloudy head, looking around the serene clearing.

And then he saw it.

His eyes widened slightly.

The seraphis flowers.

Again.

This time, not just a handful like before.

Hundreds.

Covering the stream banks. Glowing softly in the shade. Their petals swayed gently in the breeze, untouched by time or hand.

Inside Ridan’s mind, something stirred.

Again? Just like that? One of the rarest flowers in the world—known to only bloom under impossible conditions—and now there’s a whole damn field of them?

He floated a bit higher to take in the view, trying not to let his shock show.

This human... there’s no way this is coincidence.

Ridan stared down at Hazuki, who was now using his sword like a makeshift paddle, splashing water lazily while humming an off-key tune with his eyes closed.

This idiot human... doesn’t even know he was chosen.

Ridan’s gaze shifted back to the glowing banks. The seraphis flowers waved gently in the breeze like they were waiting—like the world itself bent for him.

If he wanted, just picking all these flowers could earn him hundreds of gold coins. And yet...

Back then, when just a dozen bloomed in that impossible place, what did he do?

He took one.

Just one.

All because a little girl asked him.

And then it melted—along with everything he had—when he fell into a swamp that should’ve killed him instantly. The kind of poison swamp that corroded weapons, armor, wagons, bones, and even magic-infused steel.

But Hazuki?

Still here.

Naked, floating in the stream, singing about meat skewers and warm soup like the whole world wasn’t watching him.

That acid didn’t even leave a mark on him. No burns. No decay. Not even his hair singed. Not even his manhood.

Ridan narrowed his eyes.

There’s something about him... and the sword. Maybe those two damn bastards knew all along. Maybe they saw what I didn’t. What no one did.

He sighed softly.

Chosen by fate... or maybe cursed by it.

( End Of Chapter )

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