On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 338

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed | Episode 338
Do Good Deeds (1)
It didn’t take long for him to confess.
Originally, he hadn’t planned to answer at all.
But the moment the paralysis of his mouth was lifted, the suicide poison he’d been about to bite down on was snatched away in an instant—that was the deciding factor.
“Deadly poison. The moment it shatters, the drug inside will melt your entire brain.”
“It’s a terrible substance, Boss.”
“It’s not a poison commonly used. Did you steal this from Black Sky as well?”
It seemed he was done for.
The General Store Owner trembled at the way the man asked without so much as a blink.
‘Just who are these people? Did they come from another organization?’
Ziel asked.
“Where is Berthe?”
“……!”
“If you don’t answer, I’ll start with your fingers.”
That too was decisive.
“I, I’ll talk!”
“Seems fingers hurt more than you’d expect.”
“Should I break them?”
“I’ll decline, Boss.”
Boss.
At that word, both the General Store Owner and the Mage became certain.
‘This is definitely a rival organization!’
There was no other way they’d use that form of address.
For the Boss himself to appear.
And their military strength was impossible to gauge.
That subordinate who’d gone outside and returned was the same.
Judging by how he came back covered in blood but unharmed, he was clearly a formidable fighter.
“Speak. Where is he?”
“Our, our boss is…… currently in District 17…….”
District 17.
A district where quite wealthy people gathered.
If so, that narrowed it down to nobles or merchants.
Above District 15, only nobles granted permission by the Imperial Family or members of the Imperial Family itself could reside.
“58th Street, red-roofed mansion. Confirmed.”
After receiving such detailed descriptive information, Ziel rose from his seat, then paused briefly.
“I’ll return this.”
Kindly tucking the poison back between the man’s teeth—Ziel!
Though he was momentarily horrified, remarkably, the poison wedged between his teeth again didn’t shatter.
Usually, once removed, such poison was designed to break at the slightest impact…….
‘What on earth is this man?’
Unable to make sense of this mysterious figure, the General Store Owner couldn’t help but ask.
“M, might I ask…… who you are, sir?”
“Dark Ghost.”
“……!”
While they gasped in shock, Ziel and Gilbert vanished.
The paralyzed pair sat in a daze for a long while before muttering.
“Then is it the Imperial Family……?”
“It might be…….”
Dark Ghost was the Swordsmanship Tournament champion!
Though said to serve the poor, speculation ran rampant that Dark Ghost also had ties to the Imperial Family.
Which meant that Dark Ghost had personally appeared…….
“Is the Imperial Family targeting our organization……?”
“This damnable…….”
The misunderstanding deepened.

* * *
At that same moment.
Ziel turned into 58th Street in District 17 and infiltrated the red-roofed mansion.
Finding the man using the description wasn’t difficult.
“So you’re Berthe.”
The sun had fully set and night was falling.
Just as Berthe was thinking of getting some sleep, the two who entered his room swiftly subdued him.
“Wh, what are you…….”
After going through the now-predictable process, Berthe’s mouth opened.
As expected, he was a supplier—purchasing items from Black Sky as well as all manner of goods circulating in the Black Market, then reselling them.
An organization that bought cheap and sold expensive.
In short, he was a merchant.
You might call it an Underworld merchant organization.
What Ziel wanted to know was simple.
“Where do you find the goods?”
“The other goods, we simply purchase normally, but for items leaked from Black Sky…… certain people contact us separately.”
“So that’s a different organization from yours.”
“Yes, sir.”
Gilbert showed an intrigued reaction.
“I’m curious what will come to light as we go higher up the chain.”
Ziel asked.
“When is the next contact?”
“Usually they come looking for us. They give notice three days beforehand. The last contact was two weeks ago.”
“I see. All right. I’ve heard all the information I need.”
There were trivial details like the name of Berthe’s organization being the “Berthe Trading Company” and that the powerful fighters Gilbert had defeated were key members bought with money, but none of it was particularly important.
“Will you be taking over now, Boss?”
“Yes. I will.”
From now on, I just need to take charge and slowly learn how it operates.
“Summon all organization members. In one place.”
“…….”
Berthe felt as though the sky were collapsing.
After all his grueling work to build this organization, just when things were finally starting to improve, he had to hand it all over!
But what he heard next was strange.
“From now on, you remain the leader, Berthe.”
“Pardon?”
“But you follow my orders absolutely.”
“What do you mean…….”
He wasn’t taking the organization away?
Ah.
That was when Berthe understood.
‘He’s going to make me a figurehead.’
A humiliating proposal!
“An efficient approach, Boss.”
Even Gilbert admired it.
He’d expected the Boss to crack him over the head and take his place, but that wasn’t what happened.
Then again.
The Boss was busy, after all.
“Gather them.”
“N, now?”
“Yes, now.”
Berthe nodded frantically, and soon the paralysis wore off.
He couldn’t imagine attempting any other scheme.
Two men had pierced through such tight security and paralyzed him in an instant.
Even if he gathered all his organization members, they probably wouldn’t stand a chance.
About two hours passed.
All the organization members gathered in the garden in front of Berthe’s mansion.
They all looked confused.
Some were sitting down, clutching their injured parts and groaning.
Those were the ones who’d been hit by Gilbert and Ziel.
The General Store Owner and the Mage were there too.
“Boss, the way everyone showed up in just two hours shows remarkable loyalty. Not eliminating Berthe was an excellent choice.”
“Mm.”
Gilbert’s heart pounded.
To swallow this massive organization whole!
‘What’s the first order!’
Control of the Black Market?
Assault on the gambling dens?
Or elimination of rival organizations?
“Everyone’s here.”
Ziel stepped forward to stand beside Berthe.
“My name is Dark Ghost.”
The garden was struck with shock.
“Dark Ghost……?”
“Did he just say Dark Ghost…….”
“Could it be that legendary Dark Ghost?”
By now, there was hardly a soul in the Capital who didn’t know the legend of Dark Ghost.
“From now on, you all listen to Berthe and my orders.”
The organization members of the Berthe Trading Company were all at a loss for words.
But they couldn’t rashly rebel.
Their master and leader, Trading Company Head Berthe, was standing right beside Dark Ghost, cowed with fear, his mouth firmly shut.
“Berthe also obeys my word. So don’t disobey my orders from now on.”
Schling.
The moment he finished speaking, Ziel drew his sword—
Boom!
He carved a massive pit into the garden.
With just one swing.
Of his blade.
“……!”
Everyone’s jaws dropped.
It was almost impossible to believe, even seeing it with their own eyes!
It was Gilbert’s suggestion.
The prediction that this was how to make them submit!
And his prediction was right—they were now paralyzed with fear.
“I’ll say it once more. Don’t disobey my orders.”
Silence.
Only the occasional sound of people swallowing could be heard; no one made a noise.
Rather, they couldn’t.
A terror of certain death would descend the moment anyone spoke!
“Now I’ll tell you what you’re to do.”
And at last, the first order fell from Ziel’s lips.
“Do good deeds.”
They wondered if they’d heard wrong.
“From now on, stop doing bad things and do good deeds that anyone can see are good.”
“…….”
Again, no one could make a sound.
‘Good…… deeds?’
‘What is this?’
Could it be some kind of secret code?
A proper secret password was supposed to be incomprehensible when first heard!
Gilbert thought the same.
An order that made no sense whatsoever!
“Do good deeds. Then I’ll reward you.”
“C, could you perhaps explain what you mean by ‘good deeds’?”
One organization member, unable to contain his curiosity, raised his hand.
Ziel paused in thought before speaking.
“Picking up trash.”
“…….”
“Helping the poor.”
“…….”
“Assisting the elderly. There are plenty of examples I can think of right now.”
Actual good deeds?
“Bo, Boss?”
Ziel continued.
“Do good deeds. That is my order. I will not tolerate the bad things you’ve been doing any longer.”
They all stood dumbfounded.
What kind of order was this?
Gilbert whispered urgently to Ziel.
“Boss, what do you mean by this?”
“I’ve given the organization its first order.”
“Wasn’t this about controlling the organization?”
“It is. I’ve taken control. So now I’m giving my orders.”
“So…… you’re not planning to control the Black Market or anything like that?”
“Why would I?”
Ziel tilted his head as he added.
“If you do bad things, they cause harm. They shouldn’t be done.”
“…….”
Even Gilbert, who’d dealt with Ziel multiple times, couldn’t make sense of this answer!
But only for a moment.
Gilbert quickly grasped his boss’s intention.
‘He’s doing a disguise operation!’
Making the trading company appear respectable through good deeds!
And then later, achieving the true objective behind the scenes with a strategy!
“Boss, I failed to understand your greater purpose.”
“Now that you do, that’s enough.”
Berthe, standing nearby, wasn’t stupid either.
Having led this trading company and supplied Black Sky materials, what Dark Ghost wanted seemed obvious.
‘What a terrifying man. So he’s going to make us look good first, then truly make his move.’
A conclusion possible only because they couldn’t even imagine Dark Ghost actually wanting them to do only “good deeds.”
But unfortunately for their peace of mind, Ziel genuinely intended to have them do only good deeds.
He was even planning to personally punish anyone who did bad things.
‘Making it a service organization might work too.’
Ziel hated bad deeds.
That was the entire reason.
Of course, he hadn’t taken control of the organization to make it do good deeds.
His greatest goal was to identify the route through which Black Sky materials were leaking.
He’d taken control for that purpose alone.
But having taken control, he simply didn’t want to watch the organization under his leadership do bad things.
A simple reason, but no one could deduce it—only misunderstandings abounded.
‘What a terrifying man. What on earth is his true purpose?’
That’s exactly what they thought.
Berthe, riding the momentum, stepped forward too.
“Listen well. Don’t disobey the orders from now on! And I mean it—do good deeds!”
The organization members, bewildered by this incomprehensible command, but remembering the pit Dark Ghost had carved, answered obediently.
“Yes, sir!”
For now, compliance was best.
If they were hit by an attack that could carve that pit, their bodies would probably vanish entirely.
There was also a slight thrill to it.
The legendary Dark Ghost, no less!
‘Could our trading company’s true boss actually be Dark Ghost?’
‘Working under the legendary Dark Ghost……!’
Through mutual misunderstandings all around, Ziel successfully took control of the Berthe Trading Company.
Ziel also dangled an appropriate reward.
“Do good deeds and prove it. I’ll give you a bonus of 1000 Cel for every five acts.”
After all, work requires proper motivation.
‘1000 Cel for five acts?’
The eyes of the trading company members, no—the organization members, sparkled.
1000 Cel.
A substantial sum!
Considering that most members made a few thousand Cel monthly and executives went into the tens of thousands, this was a considerable amount!
Berthe was actually the one who panicked.
“Th, then that money…….”
“Pay it from the trading company’s funds.”
“Ah.”
There was no choice in the matter.
It was Dark Ghost’s order.
“Now we’ll take our leave. Don’t reveal our existence. And when those people make contact, be sure to inform us.”
Ziel and Gilbert, having kindly provided a location for sending letters, departed.
Left behind, Berthe watched their retreating figures, awash in a mixture of excitement and bewilderment.
“So…… I just do good deeds from now on?”
“What, what should we start with?”
“Should we pick up trash?”
“Aren’t there beggars in that alley over there…… should we go give them food?”
Organization members unable to make sense of the situation!
In the Capital, a volunteer organization was being born.

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