Chapter 39 [Bonus ] Alcott's Charge

Aella, with Arad in her hands, walked out of the boss room, followed by Ginger.

Alcott approached them, "How is he doing?" He asked, looking at Arad's face.

"Not good." Ginger looked at Arad, "It's bad since he is unconscious." She replied, waving her staff to create a light source.

Jack looked at the light source, "Is this a low-level spell? It looks useful."

"It's a 0-tier," Ginger replied.

Alcott took a deep breath, grabbing his sword, "What are you doing?" Ginger asked, glaring at him.

"I will dig us a way out of this place, carry them and follow me." He replied, veins popping on his neck.

"Don't do it! It isn't worth the risk!" Ginger yelled at him, and Alcott smiled, "I should have gone all out from the start. This mess is my fault." Alcott replied, taking a stance, "I will make sure he gets treatment as fast as possible."

Ginger glared at him, "Don't forget. I will do it if you fall." For a moment, a wave of bloodlust exploded from Ginger, scaring Jack to the bones.

"What?" Jack cried, falling on his ass with a scared face, "Why the bloodlust?"

"Nothing," Ginger smiled, lifting her wand, and everyone beside Alcott started floating.

HORAAAAAAAAAA! Alcott shouted, his voice traveling across the whole dungeon in a moment. BAM! The ground beneath his iron boots exploded as he leaped forward, and the veins on his body grew redder with each step.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Alcott's heavy footsteps boomed across the dungeon, causing monsters to emerge from every corner. Carrying everyone, Ginger flew behind him.

Aella saw something in the distance, "Werewolves!" Two of them emerged from the corner. "It isn't a problem, be wary of the blood splatter," Ginger warned her.

Alcott swung his greatsword. The tip cleaved through the wall as if they were nothing. CLACK! As his blade flew through the monster, it shattered their bodies into a red mush.

BAM! Alcott rushed through the monsters like a beast, ripping and tearing them with each swing as if they were nothing.

"Amazing! Why didn't he do this earlier?" Jack shouted, looking at the trail of the corpse they flew through.

"It's not good for his health. Let's leave it at that." Ginger replied, looking toward Arad that Aella carried. "How is he?"

"Just like before," Aella replied, sensing Arad's forehead with her palm.

"Look there! It's the boss!" Jack shouted, seeing a grafted troll emerge in the distance.

"The boss was a grafted troll with three werewolves," Ginger said.

"This is a miniboss, right?" Aella looked at her, "That's what we call them." Ginger replied.

"Forget that. We need to help Alcott!" Jack pulled his dagger.

"No need. Alcott can handle him," Ginger pointed with her want toward the boss.

Alcott ran directly toward the grafted troll, [Action surge]. In the blink of an eye, his massive sword seemed to disappear. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Eight slashes in one second, Alcott tore the troll apart and ran right through across his still-falling organs.

Outside the dungeon gate, a few C-rank adventurers gathered, getting ready to raid it. And then suddenly, they started hearing a faint rumbling from the inside.

"What is this?" One of the adventurers asked, approaching the gate to look inside.

"Did someone get inside before us?" Another one asked, approaching the gate.

The two adventurers opened the massive steel gate and walked inside with their torches. "I don't see anything." One of them said.

RUMBLE!

"It's getting close," The other one said, extending his torch inside and looking into the darkness. It was then that he saw tens of red eyes rushing toward him. The monsters were running toward the gate.

"A fucking stampede, run!" He shouted, rushing out with his friend.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! From behind the monsters, Alcott charged, swinging his sword like a madman, tearing them apart one after the other.

CLING! CLANG! STOMP! Alcott tore the monsters apart and approached the gate, [Action surge] [Adrenaline Rush]

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The adventurers outside only saw waves of sparks before the gate exploded, Alcott flying outside covered in smoke and blood.

As Alcott landed, Ginger flew out with the other behind her, heading toward the city without stopping.

"What the hell?" An adventurer cried.

"They flew to the sky!" Another one shouted, "Isn't that the S-rank Alcott? What is he doing in a B-rank dungeon."

Alcott looked at the sky, panting. "A one-minute clear time," He giggled, coughing blood. "I beat my old record in this one."

He then felt a sharp pain in his chest, with his vision blurring. GRA! He growled, supporting his body with his greatsword.

The hair on Alcott's forearm grew a bit longer, his eyes bloodshot as his teeth started aching and his skin smoked under the sun. "Not here! Not now!" He growled, punching his face. The symptoms regressed, and he fell on his back, exhausted.

"I can't take it anymore." He growled, "But I will anyway." He sighed as the adventurer approached to check on him.

"Are you, sir Alcott?" A young adventurer approached him with worried steps, "Are you okay?"

Alcott looked at him, "Do you have some water?"

Hearing Alcott's words, the adventurer panicked, reaching into his bag and pulling a water skin. "Here, some water."

Alcott grabbed the water skin and downed it in one go. "Thanks, that saved me."

"Care if I asked, what just happened?" The adventurer asked.

"A rescue mission. I cleared the dungeon. You will have to return a week later." Alcott replied, sitting straight and handing the water skin back.

"Cleared it?" The adventurer gasped.

"Yeah, we defeated the boss and most monsters," Alcott replied.

"I heard someone scream. It's a stampede," The adventurer asked, and everyone else listened carefully. The experienced S-rank is going to give them directions to stop the stampede.

"Sorry about that," Alcott apologized with a smile, "They were running from me,"

Everyone froze, "Please repeat that. I didn't hear it right." One of them asked with a puzzled face.

"The monsters were running from me. There is no stampede coming," Alcott replied.

CLANG! The dungeon gate collapsed as the birds chirped on the trees, with dust rushing out. The adventurer looked at Alcott. Unable to believe it, he scared the monsters so much that they wanted to run out of the dungeon.

In the city, the guards sighed at the gate, and suddenly, one of them shouted. "Look at the sky! Something is coming!"

All the guards rushed out, looking toward the clouds, and saw a few people flying toward the city. "Mages, stop them!"

The guard captain rushed toward the wall and climbed the stairs. He took the binoculars from one of the soldiers and looked toward the mages. The only thing he saw was two red eyes glaring back at him. His body froze as his mind blanked. "Let them pass. They have authorization." He said in a monotonous voice.

"Are you sure, captain?" The soldier asked.

"I'm sure. Those mages are with the guild. Let them pass, and don't do anything." The captain said, walking away, droll dripping from his lips.