A Hero named Harry was not having a great day. Harry belongs to Frost Guild. One of the three guilds in Silva City.
This afternoon, Frost Guild received a unanimous message, saying that an S-rank dungeon gate going to explode. They tried to track down the sender but they could not find the IP address at all.
All of his guild members, including him thought it was a prank played by someone but it was not a prank.
Right after they were done reading the message, a Powerful shocked wave of Mana went through the City.
The shocked wave of Mana appears only when a dungeon going to explode.
Everything went into chaos after they confirmed where this powerful Mana coming from.
It was coming from an S-ranked gate that was a wilderness of Silva City.
All the members of the Frost Guild went white as paper, and the master of the Frost Guild also went into despair. After all the guild master was at [B-] rank.
Anyway, after they don't have much time to think.
They form a plan and try to use the best weapons from their guild but in front of an S-ranked gate, those planes mean nothing.
Harry himself was at [D] rank, He could not fight any monster stronger than him at the same time.
He wanted to run from here but he knew that he couldn't do that because the Teleportation gate had stopped working because of Mana's shock wave. Plus Harry has a wife and a daughter at home, he can't just leave behind them
So with little courage, Herry along with the rest of his guildmates reached the outer edge of Silva City.
Herry found out that the Silver Light Guild, The Dooms Guild and the Sub-branch of Hero Association as well as the Sub-branch of Hunter Association are already present there.
Harry's chance of survival went up when he found that Lillian Ashburn was also present there.
But even so, he can't just give up on his life.
Herry resolutely pressed a button on the side of his mana gun. A moment later, a powerful alloy blade slid from underneath its barrel, turning the weapon into an improvised spear.
'Come then, wretches!'
Despite his bravado, Herry felt more and more like he was not going to live to see the next day. The odds just seemed too slim. The monsters in front of him at [C-] ranks were bad enough, but he at least had a theoretical chance to take down one or two with the help of his powered armour.
But there were also many other monsters as well. Most terrifyingly of all, a creature that resembled a giant, ancient, rotting carcass of a monstrous deer. It had to be a [C+] at least... or maybe even a [B-].
Ash shuddered and readied himself.
'Well... so be it. These bastards are going to learn what humans are capable of!'
Despite his bravado, Herry found himself engulfed in a relentless onslaught of monsters, the odds of survival diminishing with each passing moment. The [C-] ranked creatures closed in, their snarls and roars echoing in the air. Herry clad in his powered armour, fought valiantly, using his bayonet to slice through the flesh of the grotesque creatures.
The heavy exoskeleton's mini-busters ignited, propelling him forward as he engaged the monsters in a desperate struggle. However, the overwhelming numbers proved too much for Herry to handle alone. He fought with determination, but the tide of the battle seemed to be turning against him.
In a moment of despair, Herry felt a sudden shift in the chaos. A swift and precise sound cut through the air – a sword cleaving through the monstrous horde. The monsters' snarls turned to gurgles of pain as their heads rolled on the ground.
-Thud!
Shisha, a formidable presence, appeared on the scene with graceful prowess. With a series of calculated strikes, she effortlessly dispatched the monsters surrounding Herry. Each swing of her sword was executed with precision, leaving a trail of defeated adversaries in her wake.
The monsters, once closing in on Herry, now lay vanquished at the hands of Shisha. Her movements were a dance of lethal elegance, a testament to her mastery in combat. As the last monster fell, Shisha glanced back at Herry, her gaze firm.
"Retreat and join the others," she commanded with authority before swiftly disappearing from the immediate vicinity, leaving Herry in a state of awe.
As the dust settled and the echoes of battle subsided, Herry stood amidst the aftermath, realizing he had been saved by the timely intervention of a skilled ally. Grateful for his unexpected rescue, he muttered to himself, "Well, at least I survived," acknowledging the unpredictable nature of the battlefield and the unforeseen aid that had spared him from an otherwise grim fate.