Chapter 202: The Evil Monk
"Sir Shitless, can you do me a small favour?" Vritra asked, extending a hand forward like an evil and fraudulent merchant.
The semi-innocent monk took Vritra’s hand and stood up before asking curiously: "What kind of favour?"
"If you help me, you will get to see a lot of chaos and you might become the biggest factor resulting in the death of the king.
This time, you would be the one creating the ultimate chaos, and all you have to do is help me a bit—just a little. It’s really a minuscule help," Vritra said.
"Oh, I am getting really excited. Just tell me already what I have to do. I will do anything," Monk Shitless said, his smile widening just at the mention of the word chaos.
"Anything?" Vritra asked, the evil becoming more evident on his face.
"Uh... Y-Yeah, almost anything." Seeing Vritra’s smile, Monk Shitless was now a little unsure. Even though he loved chaos, it was only if others were involved in it—he didn’t want to become the victim of the same chaos.
"Good, then you just need to..." Vritra explained his plan to Shitless.
"W-W-What? That’s impossibly absurd! I can’t do that. I am a monk, no way." Monk Shitless shook his head so hard that any lingering traces of hair on his head fell off.
"You are a fallen monk, and you are Shitless the Greatest. You don’t give a shit about anything, right? Don’t you want to create chaos, put the entire kingdom in trouble, and become really famous?
Imagine walking on the streets and people shouting, ’There goes the most evil monk in the world, the harbinger of chaos,’" Vritra said, putting a hand over Shitless’s shoulder.
"..." Monk Shitless’s eyes were shining brightly as he imagined that dazzling future. He really would love to be called evil as he walked over the streets.