I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization

Chapter 104: The Strongest Ally Is… (1)

People often say that making money off others is one of the hardest things to do.

But that’s just nonsense spoken by those who don’t know any better.

‘I don’t understand why everyone’s so clueless.’

Hans truly believed that.

If you threw away your useless conscience and used your head just a little, making money was the easiest thing in the world.

You didn’t even have to look far—just take Hans himself as an example.

An inn located near the Demon Realm.

Just by building this place, Hans had amassed a wealth that would make others envious.

It was, without a doubt, a revolutionary innovation in the art of pickpocketing.

With the inn in place, targets practically walked straight into his hands.

“And most of the idiots who come to me are guaranteed jackpots.”

The main visitors here were adventurers preparing to enter the Demon Realm.

In other words, walking golden goblins decked out in expensive gear.

And dealing with them was easy.

After all, Hans was once a well-known adventurer himself.

He used poisons extracted from monsters, carefully blended for potency.

A little bit slipped into their food, and they would collapse before they even realized what was happening.

Then, all that was left was to take their belongings.

“And the best part? There’s no risk of the Empire finding out.”

The Empire had excellent security.

Even minor criminals were relentlessly hunted down by the guards.

Not because the guards were particularly loyal or had strong ethics—

but simply because of greed.

Whether for alchemy or other purposes, human bodies always had a demand.

Selling off body parts was easy money.

No matter what happened, the official records would always say:

“The criminal suddenly fell ill and died in prison.”

That was why criminals feared the Empire’s guards.

Bribing them would only delay the inevitable—

they would take the money, and then take the criminal’s body as well.

The moment you were caught, no matter the severity of your crime, death was certain.

But here, Hans didn’t have to worry about any of that.

An adventurer who entered the Demon Realm and never returned?

That was nothing out of the ordinary.

People would simply assume they had fallen to a monster or a demon.

There was no reason for suspicion to ever fall on Hans.

It was the perfect money-making scheme—

No risks, high profits, nothing lacking.

Hans smiled in satisfaction.

The more gold coins piled up, the more he wanted to praise himself for coming up with this idea five years ago.

— Creeeak

Just as he was basking in his success, the sound of the inn door opening reached his ears.

Hans’s lips curled into a smile.

A new sucker had walked in.

How could he not welcome such an easy mark?

Hans quickly assessed the newcomers.

This was the secret to his survival.

Never let your guard down.

If an opponent was too powerful to handle, the best strategy was to avoid them entirely.

And the three standing before him…

“Jackpot. Just a bunch of rich kids.”

The perfect prey.

A white-haired boy and two girls.

Hans cautiously sent out a small wave of mana—

but as expected, what he saw matched what he sensed.

None of them possessed overwhelming magic.

The white-haired boy had a decent amount of mana, but nothing that would make him immune to poison.

‘Honestly, dying here would be a mercy for them.’

The white-haired girl was one thing, but the black-haired girl holding a staff…

Her incompetence was almost shocking.

How could someone claiming to be a mage have not a single trace of magic?

It was so absurd that, for a moment, Hans even wondered if she was using some unknown alternative to magic.

In the end, the only one who posed any threat was the white-haired boy.

Their robes and gear were obviously top-tier—worth at least several hundred gold coins.

But it was like putting a pearl necklace on a pig.

No matter how good their equipment was, without the skill to back it up, it was worthless.

They’d probably die the moment they entered the Demon Realm.

In that case, wouldn’t it be better to die peacefully from poison?

‘For them… and for me as well. Hehe, hehe, hehe.’

Hans fought back a smirk as he stepped forward to greet the three newcomers.

“Do you have a room for three?”

“Of course.”

Without a hint of suspicion, without the faintest clue about what was coming—

they walked into the inn.

“You must be exhausted from your journey. I’ll bring out a meal right away.”

Hans spoke in his most hospitable tone.

At the mention of food, they didn’t even bother going upstairs to their rooms.

They simply sat down and waited for their meal.

Another jackpot had arrived.

Hans couldn’t take his eyes off those precious golden goblins.

The last thing he wanted was for his prey to escape.

But really, there was no need to worry.

Hans was no amateur.

He wasn’t foolish enough to run an empty inn—that would be too suspicious.

So, he had hired mercenaries to pose as guests.

All of them were real, battle-hardened mercenaries.

They lived by the sword, so naturally, they would assume these newcomers were fellow adventurers preparing to enter the Demon Realm.

There was nothing out of place.

Hans hummed a cheerful tune as he began cooking.

He didn’t forget to add his special sauce, either.

Once he finished, he loaded the plates with food and returned to their table—

“You tricked me. You didn’t mention you had companions.”

“Come on, we’re heading into the Demon Realm. Of course, we’d bring as many allies as we can.”

Hans wasn’t surprised.

As expected, the newcomers had been idly chatting, completely unaware of what was coming, while waiting for their meal.

With a warm smile, Hans served them their food.

The mouthwatering aroma filled the air.

A feast so delicious-looking that anyone’s mouth would water at the sight of it.

Naturally, they had no reason to suspect anything.

They dug in without hesitation.

“…Wow! This is amazing! You have to try this!”

The girl eagerly offered a bite to the boy.

And just as casually, he ate it.

Hans’s face twisted in confusion.

Not only were they still conscious, but they didn’t even seem to feel the slightest discomfort.

One of the mercenaries threw Hans a side glance—

a look that practically said, Did you forget to poison the food or something?

The mercenary let out a sigh.

They all knew these newcomers were weak, anyway.

It seemed he was ready to step in and handle things himself.

A rough-looking man stood up from his seat—

And then…

Crunch.

A sickening sound echoed through the inn.

Where the man’s head had been just moments ago,

there was now nothing.

Nothing but a monstrous black beast.

The room froze.

The sudden turn of events left everyone momentarily stunned.

But they were all mercenaries.

Their reflexes were sharp.

In an instant, they grabbed their weapons.

It was an instinct honed through years of combat experience.

But all their preparations—

meant nothing.

The black wolf devoured everything in its path.

What had once been a man was reduced to nothing more than scraps of meat.

Right before Hans’s eyes, a human body lost its form.

Three seconds.

That was all it took to wipe out every mercenary in the room.

Hans’s legs trembled violently.

His face was as pale as a corpse, indistinguishable from the dead.

Cold sweat drenched his entire body.

And then, the white-haired boy stepped toward him.

With a gentle smile.

“Ah, don’t worry too much.”

It was a horrifyingly surreal sight—

That innocent, friendly smile contrasted sharply with the blood-drenched inn.

Hans tried to step back in terror—

but his body wouldn’t listen.

His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor.

“My companions might seem a little violent, but they’re not bad people. It’s just… those guys started the fight first, you see? Normally, they don’t hurt just anyone.”

The boy spoke with a lighthearted tone as he reached out his hand— as if offering to help Hans up.

For a brief moment, hope flickered in Hans’s mind.

Maybe… Maybe this boy still didn’t fully grasp the situation.

Maybe there was still a way out.

And then—

A sickening crunching sound.

An indescribable, excruciating pain surged through him.

“My hand! My hand—!!!”

All the boy had done was grab Hans’s hand.

But that alone was enough to make it twist and crumple into an unnatural shape.

“Ah… I’m so sorry! That was an accident….”

The boy apologized, sounding genuinely regretful.

Hans wasn’t an idiot.

He wasn’t stupid enough to believe that someone could accidentally do something like that.

…It was an act.

That startled expression, that apologetic face—

It was all fake.

A complete fabrication.

And the reason behind it was obvious.

Mockery.

This man had understood everything from the start.

He was toying with him.

But even knowing that, there was nothing Hans could do.

Resisting a monster that could kill a person with a mere handshake?

That wasn’t defiance—it was suicide.

…In the end, there was only one solution left.

****

There was a limit to how unlucky someone could be.

Hans was well past that limit.

I felt a headache coming on.

First, Siel had overreacted to an attack.

Then, I had once again failed to control my strength.

Between the two of us, we had completely trashed this inn.

We had caused as much havoc as we possibly could.

Now, the question was—how were we supposed to compensate for this?

I let out a deep sigh, rubbing my forehead as my worries piled up.

…And then, something strange happened.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

A loud, rhythmic banging echoed through the room.

Hans, the innkeeper, was kneeling before me, repeatedly slamming his forehead into the floor.

Tears streamed down his face as he confessed everything.

His entire plan.

In other words…

It turned out that this guy had been trying to poison us.

No wonder the food had a weird, stinging aftertaste.

So it really had been laced with poison.

‘What kind of bullshit is this?’

We hadn’t even stepped into the Demon Realm yet, and we were already running into disasters.

We hadn’t even begun our journey, and here we were, dealing with this mess.

I let out another long sigh, exhausted by the absurdity of it all—

And then, Hans spoke again.

“P-please spare me! I’ll do anything! Take everything I have—just let me live!”

As he begged for his life, he pulled out various items.

…Artifacts.

Each one was priceless.

Some were even materials that could be used to repair the Holy Sword.

A quick estimate told me he had at least six of them.

Not to mention five rare elixirs, each incredibly difficult to obtain.

In an instant, all my worries disappeared.

This was more than enough to cover the cost of his life.

All that was left was to make sure he never tried something like this again.

A Mana Oath should be enough to keep him in check.

Satisfied with that idea, I reached down to pick up the artifacts—

And then—

“Hiiiik!”

A sharp, terrified shriek.

Hans flinched violently, his face pale as death.

It seemed he thought I was about to kill him.

Panicked, he blurted out in desperation—

“Y-you came here to explore the Demon Realm, right?! I can be your guide! If you don’t believe me, I’ll even take a Mana Oath!”

Apparently, he had been going in and out of the Demon Realm for years, collecting ingredients to make his poisons.

If I spared him, he would guide us anywhere we needed to go.

A smile naturally formed on my lips.

So, in the end…

This wasn’t misfortune.

It was luck.

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