15 (XV) Aggressors are coming

A large man with numerous small scars, with the most prominent one, was a large five claw marked scar started from his left chest that went down towards his belly that looked like a blender had its way with it, was holding a meeting with a good number of adventurers, strong ones, and the looked like a nordic warrior than anything.

A helmet with a back end that covered all the way to his upper back, leaving his green eerie eyes and mouth exposed that had a long braided dirty blonde beard that reached his burly uncovered torso, with a large ax tied to his back, red greaves that had an extra layer of armor around the knees and ankles.

This large man's name is Gustaf, who was also the 'Berserker,' a man who loves a good fight. It was to the point that he'd challenge the other S-ranked adventurers, and the scarier thing was that he hasn't lost against any of them!

Warriors with strengthening skills, Mages with heightened mana recovery, assassins that could move faster than the speed of sound and used powerful poisons, you name it.

He challenged them all even killed a few by accident. Due to one of his skills, 'Stained fighter,' the more covered in blood he was by his own or by his enemies, the stronger and faster his attacks would become; all of the S ranked adventurers only lasted until half of his body was covered in blood.

Ever since he accidentally killed the few other adventurers of the same rank, this man only used one skill from then on as the second skill was a sure kill combo when they reach a certain point.

But there will be more on that later, as he was now talking to the people he had gathered for a certain reason.

"I thank you all that had given time to come to this meeting on my selfish whim."

The people were silent as these people there were veterans that all knew of what kind of man he was; there were only three reasons as to why he would call them together; one would be to put another noble in his place as the adventurer's guild was its own organization uncontrolled by anyone other than the guild master.

There was a new powerful adventurer that had arrived, and the guild master wanted to test the person himself and enjoy a 'friendly' spar.

Then three, which they all hoped never to experience dealing with some powerful monster or a horde of monsters.

Judging from the wide smile adorned on his face, the first one was highly unlikely, but if it were another strong comrade, then they'd welcome the person; hell, some of them were even praying that was the case since repairing the damage that their guild master had done the last two times was a massive pain in the ass!

But his following words were like a bucket of iced water that doused out their tightly held hopes.

"Well, my dear friends of the same occupation, I am happy to say that we have another monster issue on our hands, the kind that nearly killed me 7 years back and managed to escape!"

Upon hearing this, silly enough, they all gulped simultaneously as they were all there.

Some were afraid to deal with such a problematic monster.

Some held old grudges against such a beast, which made them look forward to seeing if they can handle such a creature this time!

Seven years ago, the pier town suffered an attack from a horde of monsters that numbered 10 thousand that were led by a monster that they entitled as a bone fiend.

It had an abnormally powerful defense making it akin to a walking fortress as this monster ripped the bone from the flesh of its enemies to recover and strengthen itself as it grew in size with every kill.

So you can probably imagine how powerful it had gotten if the said victims that fell under its ravenous attacks took out almost half the town's population that originally had 900,000 people while the current number of people was less than 450,000. However, it still wasn't something that they'd like to experience again.

The Gustaf continued.

"calm yourselves; this time, we have the upper hand, and we will be the ones to deliver the first strike!"

Gustaf wanted first blood while assigning the adventurers their roles as they were setting up the battle plan, trying to lessen the chance of it escaping as they placed around a certain tavern laying in wait as they knew better than to aggravate the owner of it as even the guild master didn't dare piss her off... well for other reasons...

This is why they were waiting patiently despite the whole night being filled with the sound of sex and the squeals of a girl begging for more.

Although some of the men and women in their group left for a bit to 'calm' themselves.

The more hardened adventurers controlled themselves as the monster they were hunting now was the kind that could gravely injure the guild master should they attempt to attack it now.

It might bring about some unnecessary victims that would further strengthen it!

When the morning came along, the patrons of the tavern began chanting some weird nickname, which was 'bed monster' as they laughed while enjoying themselves it took another few hours before finally, their quarry left the tavern with a girl, whose certain features were eerily similar to the target.

But the guild master who saw this looked at this sight for sore eyes in shock before laughing out loud so boisterously!

This action got the two's attention, who looked at him in surprise, wondering what happened.

----change of pov----

The seemingly crazy man answered their questions while laughing as he covered his face with one hand while facing the skies as if thanking it for receiving a precious gift of some kind.

"hehehe...HEHEHE...GWAHAHAHA!!! to think I'd find a female version of it!"

The man's words and reaction made Mark feel uneasy even more, so when he noticed the other adventurers slowly closing in.

The man stopping laughing, yet he still had a grin plastered on his face as he looked towards them with a hungry gaze as his word followed that was filled with battle lust.

"you seem weaker than the bone fiend from before; however, I know better than to underestimate my enemy, so monster... 𝕷𝕰𝕿 𝕸𝕰 𝕰𝕹𝕵𝕺𝖄 𝕾𝕰𝕰𝕴𝕹𝕲 𝖄𝕺𝖀 𝕭𝕷𝕰𝕰𝕯!"

The large man charged forward with his battle-ax raised, intending to cleave Remishia since she was the weakest link between the two, but Mark already met the charge from the side, holding the man in place with a bear hug as his spikes drew some blood as he yelled out!

"Remishia! run!"

The girl stood there in shock for the sudden change of events; all she wanted was an adventure to see the world, yet now her chosen man, er, mate was holding down a large man who intended to leave her in half!

But she recollected herself then headed into the tavern, hoping to get some help from Big mama, one of the few people that treated her with care.

BAAAMMMM!!!

She heard the sound as strong gusts of wind pushed against her fleeing self making her turn to see what was it from only to see mark was attacked from behind by another adventurer that held a large hammer that slammed him into the ground!

But that wasn't all, one adventurer was right in front of her that looked like an assassin with two curved blades came down towards her exposed neck in a swift motion as blood sprayed out in front of her eyes!