Is It Wrong to Abusing Cartoon Tropes in Dungeon?

Under Altair's orders, Kenshou managed all matters large and small at Aragane Station. For the envoys from other stations who wanted to purchase antidotes, they were all told to wait. As Altair said, they had the antidote, but the production time would be long, and it was expensive. If they wanted it, they had to wait for Altair to finish making it, and only then could they take the antidote back.

To make sure they believed there was no ill intent, Kenshou generously allowed them to use the radio to communicate with other stations. Of course, all messages sent had to be monitored by Kenshou's people, but this was the highest degree of permission they could offer.

The envoys from the other stations were all furious, but they had no choice. They needed the antidote and could only follow Kenshou's instructions. After all, no one wanted to risk their life.

It wasn't just the people who wanted the antidote; many civilians were also scrambling to buy tickets to come to Aragane Station. Not for anything else, but just to live there. Compared to other stations, Aragane Station is much safer now. Civilians could even leave the city to cut down trees and build houses. Such things were unimaginable in other stations.

So, during this period, the population of Aragane Station began to grow rapidly. Although the increase wasn't fast due to the limited number of trains, it was still steadily rising, which was a good thing.

Kenshou even had a sudden flash of inspiration and confiscated all the land in the original slums of Aragane Station, beginning a redevelopment project.

Despite Aragane Station being small, originally having only a noble district and a slum, Kenshou managed to create a new district from thin air. The real estate business was booming.

All of this was thanks to what he had learned from following Altair around. Altair had taught him many strange and useful things.

As for whether the civilians of this world would think of themselves as just being used and hate Kenshou for it, that wasn't something Altair cared about at all.

While Kenshou was busy managing the newcomers, Altair quietly left Aragane Station, heading for Kongoukaku alone.

Many trains came to Aragane Station every day, and naturally, there were also trains leaving for other places. Otherwise, if trains only came in and never left, the station would be overwhelmed.

Using his ability to reduce his presence, Altair easily boarded a train headed for Kongoukaku. After two days, he arrived at Kongoukaku.

Kongoukaku truly lived up to its reputation. The city walls were at least twice as tall as those of Aragane Station. Moreover, with many surrounding cities protecting Kongoukaku, not a single Kabane could be seen outside its walls.

But even so, the walls were frighteningly tall, and no one inside the city dared to venture out. The people here were terrified of death to an extreme degree.

Altair rode the train straight into Kongoukaku. The inspections in Kongoukaku were strict. Even people who hadn't been bitten by Kabane were held for three days. However, this didn't concern Altair. He walked right out of the station in front of the samurai, heading directly for the central area and the main keep of the fortress.

The massive keep was the residence of the Shogun and the place where he conducted official business. It was the most secure part of Kongoukaku.

Altair didn't bother trying to navigate the maze-like interior of the fortress. It was too troublesome. He decided to break in directly from the outside.

Standing on the tracks that connected to the keep, Altair accelerated in place. His legs transformed into wheels, and he sped up the walls, moving vertically along them until he reached the top.

Upon reaching the top, Altair performed a mid-air flip and landed silently on one knee.

After landing, Altair looked around. He had arrived at an open platform at the top of the keep, the only entrance to the upper levels.

However, to Altair's surprise, there were many people there. In the center of the platform stood a group of people, gathered in circles around the central area.

In the very center stood only one man... the Shogun.

To Altair, the Shogun, with his scruffy beard, seemed to be in the middle of a meeting. The process was straightforward; the Shogun sat in the center while one person after another approached to report to him. Four samurai guarded him, and the ministers standing nearby were also surrounded by samurai guards.

From Altair's perspective, the Shogun's fear of death was extreme!

But Altair didn't care whether the Shogun feared death. He was here to make sure the Shogun died today.

Altair didn't approach. He stood on the edge of the platform, raising his right hand. The beam rifle attached to his arm had already been installed when he entered Kongoukaku. All he needed to do was channel his magical energy to activate it.

He raised his right hand, aimed slightly at the Shogun, who was reclining in his chair and infused his rifle with mana. The energy transformed into a beam of light, shooting out and piercing the Shogun's temple from the side, blowing his head clean off.

In the middle of the meeting, the Shogun's head exploded, and blood splattered all over the minister standing in front of him.

Everyone in the room had been looking at the Shogun, so in that instant, the entire room fell silent, as if someone had hit the pause button.

Altair casually blew imaginary smoke from his gun barrel, then pulled a high-explosive grenade from his pocket... an old-fashioned explosive. This was the last one he had in his inventory.

He pulled the pin and tossed it into the crowd before turning and jumping off the platform.

Only after Altair jumped did the room erupt in screams. The ministers, who had just witnessed the Shogun's head explode, descended into chaos.

But Altair didn't care about the chaos. He had already completed his mission.

After jumping down from the high platform, he landed carelessly on the tracks, flattening himself like a pancake, much like the time he fell on an aircraft carrier in another world.

Though it hurt a little, it was nothing to Altair. His hands quickly reformed from their flattened state, and he peeled his body out of the gap between the tracks, returning to his normal human shape.

He looked back at the platform above. With a loud boom, the grenade exploded, followed by even more frenzied screams.

Altair nodded in satisfaction and turned to walk toward the station.

Kongoukaku was about to become very busy.

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