Chapter 30: Defeating the Aliens Together

Chapter 30: Defeating the Aliens Together

'Wait. That's not how your script should be.' Nathan wanted to say something, but the aliens started pushing back those familiars with their sheer number.

In the end, the aliens still outnumbered them.

Although he couldn't completely trust him, this was a perfect chance to strike back.

"Fenrir!"

Fenrir leaped toward one of the aliens that was stopped by a hobgoblin. It startled the hobgoblin, but Fenrir skillfully used his tail to cut only the alien.

Understanding what happened, the hobgoblin immediately searched for another target. Meanwhile, Fenrir came toward other aliens, taking them one by one.

Unlike a normal fight, the aliens were distracted so much that they could be easily killed.

"Aaaggghhhh!" The orc suddenly screamed in pain while falling on its back.

"!!!" All of them shifted their gazes to the orc, finding a long cut mark on its chest.

The one that took the orc was an alien, but unlike the normal one, this one had its pale purple skin half covered by a bluish green color. It had a beast shape, but its tail was sharp like a sword. The two arms had an extension of a big cleaver that stretched on the entire lower arms.

Fenrir immediately turned around and swiped his claw. The alien, on the other hand, blocked his claws with the huge blade on its arm.

Fenrir had to leap back as the alien tried to slice him with the other arm.

"What is that alien?" Nathan never saw an alien like this.

"That's a mutant!" Ravian shouted. "We have to retreat. There's no way we can defeat it!"

"Mutant?" Jason hadn't taught this yet, so Nathan asked for confirmation, "Fenrir?"

"Give me an opening. I'll kill it in one shot," Fenrir said with confidence.

Without hesitation, Nathan charged toward the alien.

"You're thinking too highly of yourself, lowly commoner. In front of common enemies, everything is insignificant. This is why you're a mere commoner. You aren't able to differentiate priorities."

On the one hand, getting all those cores would benefit him. On the other hand, it would just show his greed.

"Fenrir. We're leaving." Nathan chose not to take a single thing. In the end, he thought about running away if they were not here. Even though he was curious about the mutant, it was better to give it to them as thanks for help, not that he would say it out loud.

"That lowly commoner!" One of them gritted his teeth, angry at Nathan's reaction.

Fenrir just followed Nathan quietly.

As soon as Fenrir didn't sense their gazes anymore, he immediately hopped on Nathan's head. "I've exhausted my Ena."

"Because of Alisha's ability?"

"Yeah. I managed to copy that power... only the downgrade version though. I felt like she was able to completely shred the alien apart if she was the one doing it with full power. I didn't have enough Ena to use such a thing."

"Is this where your confidence is coming from? Is it registered in your skills list?" Nathan smiled. Fenrir had just proven himself to be able to learn a new ability. It could be said that he could sacrifice some of his skills to get more Ena while he mastered techniques unique to this world.

"It's not there. That list is probably only for the abilities I carry over, not learn."

"I see." Nathan contemplated for a moment, wondering if he could use this new knowledge for the Soul Contract.

"Still, to think that guy would help you in that situation." Fenrir didn't think that Raivan would do such a thing. If it were him, he would have attacked Nathan together with the aliens before retreating. "Shouldn't you at least say thanks to him?"

"Thanks, huh? Does he really deserve it?" Nathan's expression turned cold.

"What do you mean? Is my summoner someone ungrateful?" Fenrir disliked such a thing since it reminded him of what happened in the past.

"No. I'm not ungrateful. I'm merely asking whether I should be thankful or not."

"Don't tell me, you don't say thanks because they are not females, right?" Fenrir's eyebrows twitched. If Nathan ever said 'Yes,' he would definitely bite him. He continued, "That guy looked like a decent percent. Maybe there was some misunderstanding or whatever before."

"Decent? Well, you could say he is decent... his scheme, that is."