Free Isekai Reproduction Life with an Endangered Demi-Human Onee-san in the Forest of Certain Death ~My Mental Stat Is Pathetically Weak, But After Transferring, I’ll Live for Myself This Time~ - Chapter 106: Grinding Down

Chapter 106: Grinding Down

“Eh…”

Before Freckles can turn, her face slams into the ground.

Bogo!

“Gya!”

Dogo, dogo, dogo.

Bestelta pounds her face into the dirt repeatedly.

“S-Stop, ugh, ahh!”

Do-go, do-go, go, go.

“My Contractor… spitting on him…”

“Guh, gyu, s-stop…”

Ga, ga, ga.

Bestelta, in a yankee squat, keeps smashing Freckles’ face into the ground with one hand.

“I can’t forgive you. Can’t, can’t, can’t.”

Gaggo, gaggo, gaggo…

This is bad—the rhythm’s speeding up.

“Ka… hyu…”

Freckles’ eyes roll back, nose bleeding, passed out.

Showa…

Yellow, toasty liquid leaks from her twitching legs.

“Stop it! Pamela was just helping me!”

Cute-Face—Turk—pleads, too weak to move.

“Uoooh!”

Chubby beastman swings a wooden sword, but—

“Hmph.”

Pi. Bestelta flicks a pebble with her thumb, grazing his jaw, knocking him out cold. He collapses forward, dou.

“Get up.”

“…! Aaaagh, my head hurts!”

Girigiri. Bestelta grips Freckles’ head, claws digging in slightly.

“S-Sorry! I won’t do it again, I swear! Gaaah, my head’s splitting!”

“You think crying will get you mercy? Never. You insulted my Contractor. Feel the punishment.”

Gan, gan, gan. Dull thuds echo across the training grounds.

“Please, stop… don’t hurt Pamela… they’re my precious friends… guh.”

Turk grits his teeth, trying to rise, but my Subhuman Kick hit too hard—he can only crawl.

“…I… ah…”

Freckles’ face, swollen and caked in dirt, looks pitiful.

“That filthy mouth spit on Kei, didn’t it?”

Dogofu. She slams Freckles’ face harder into the ground.

“Ga… please… sorry…”

Freckles, unlucky, regains consciousness.

Bestelta glares down with golden, lightning-crackling eyes.

“I’ll make sure you never spit again.”

She starts grinding Freckles’ face into the dirt.

“I’ll grind it off.”

Zori, zori, zori, zori, zori, zoririri…

“Pu-hyu, ahyuu, hygyaaa!”

Painful moans—barely breath or voice—spill from Freckles.

The ground stains red.

“Kei, that’s enough. Too much, and she’ll bleed out.”

Razu-san taps my shoulder, snapping me out. Crap. I was mesmerized by Bestelta’s beauty. What’s wrong with me?

“Bestelta! That’s enough! I’m not mad, so let her go!”

“Really? If Kei says so, fine.”

She releases Freckles, whose head flops into the blood pool, dochari.

“Pamela… uwaaah!”

Turk cries, seeing her ruined face.

“Kei, got a potion?”

Razu-san asks casually.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Hand it over. Won’t do you wrong.”

He’s got a plan? If he can fix this horror-movie scene, a potion’s nothing. The other adventurers are trembling, heads down. I should’ve stopped it sooner. What was I thinking?

I dig through my bag and hand over the potion—the sweaty sports-club one from the Silvia search.

“Oh, a magic bag? And a top-notch potion. This’ll do.”

Razu-san nods, impressed. He can tell that much? Dude’s nerves are steel.

“Listen up, kids. See what happens when weaklings act tough?”

He speaks lightly, like it’s another lecture. The young adventurers gulp.

“Turk, was it? Got a fine potion here. Want it?”

“Yes! Please! Pamela’s gonna die!”

“Idiot. She won’t die. Purple Lady held back, didn’t she?”

Held… back? Everyone, including me, looks confused.

‘Bestelta, you held back?’

‘Course I did. Killing her would trouble Kei.’

She wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close, sounding cheery. Okay, she was in control. I’ve got a ways to go.

“But left like that, she’ll scar. How much skin’s peeled off? No husband for her, huh? Kukuku.”

Razu-san laughs, genuinely amused. This guy’s wild. Was he solo because of his personality?

“Don’t mess around!”

Turk, summoning strength, lunges at Razu-san.

“Whoa.”

Gashugashu!

“Gi!”

Razu-san lands clean foot strikes to Turk’s knees, bending them backward. Turk collapses, writhing. Brutal for a weakened kid.

“You don’t learn. You’re already dead.”

I nearly burst out at the classic line but hold it in.

“In a dungeon, you’d be beast chow. No corpse, no dreams. That’s where you’re headed.”

The air grows heavy. Gokuri. Swallowing sounds echo despite being outdoors. Razu-san’s quiet intensity carries the weight of experience.

“That’s too much for training…”

“You gonna say that in a dungeon?”

Turk shuts up. I nearly snort.

“Anyway, I’m saying I’ll sell you this miracle potion. Three gold coins.”

“Three gold?! It’s one at market!”

Turk gasps in despair. Sadly, his friends can’t help—one’s out, the other’s face is grated.

“Yeah? So what?”

Razu-san grins wickedly. This guy…

“Damn… damn you…! I admired you… aimed to be like you…”

“Good, you get it. Out here, we play nice, but in a dungeon? No laws. A hell maze where demons outwit fiends. Admiration’s garbage. Adventurers trust only themselves, their strength, and their party. But when that’s not enough, you need goodwill. Help someone, even a jerk, and they might return the favor. Throwing that away for petty feelings? That’s so dumb it makes me cry.”

Oh, is that why Razu-san helped me? No one had my back then. Whoa, he winked! Who wants an old man’s wink?

“So, what’s it gonna be? Your friend’s face is still a mess.”

“Damn… why… why’s it like this…?”

Turk’s tears are dry, blood dripping from his bitten lip.

After a long silence…

“…I’ll buy it.”

“Good. Kei, hand it over.”

What? I thought I was staying out of this.

“It’s yours, man. You give it. I’ll collect the gold later.”

What a villain face. So this is his true self? Or an act? Either way, he’s got a freakish nose for weakness and danger. That’s how he survived. Super educational.

As I go to hand the potion, Turk glares, but it shifts to fear.

‘What’s with this kid? Glaring’s cheeky. Should I shake him up with the dirt like his friend?’

Bestelta, arms crossed, looms over Turk, thinking scary stuff. No wonder he’s terrified.

“Kei, just handing it over’s boring. How about this?”

Bestelta whispers, koshokosho.

“Seriously?”

“Dead serious. It’s adventurous.”

That breaks the concept of adventure!

But if my dear Bes says so, fine. I just wanna go home… This is probably Razu-san’s lesson—showing harsh reality. Bet some kids return their adventurer cards. Getting grated like that girl? Traumatic.

“Be careful next time, okay?”

I splash the potion, jabajaba, on Freckles’ mosaic-blurred face.

Slowly, the potion glints in the light.

Slowly, her face heals.

Potions are potions—sweaty smell, but it works.

But smoke rises, shuuu, from Freckles’ face, her body twitching, pikun-pikun. Is this okay?

“Kukuku.”

Razu-san laughs behind me, having fun. The other adventurers are horrified.

…I’m the villain, right?

But I get it.

The weak get eaten. Razu-san taught something vital.

And I could be next. I was prey not long ago. No absolutes in survival. Even my invincible demi-humans might face a threat. Unlikely, but… I need to get stronger.