Jump, attack!

The Helicopter flew through the Forest of Death, and the Hunters within looked down nervously as their destination grew closer and closer. 

The pilot through small bags at them. "Those are the parachutes, wear it and jump down. When you want me to come pick you all up, just burn the fireworks."

Before the A-rankers ran into the mega-dungeon, B-rank Stealth Type Hunters had entered the place. They had scouted the area for all threats and given a clear list for the A-rankers. B-rankers were useless in direct combat but they weren't useless in all things. Moreover, the B-rankers had also planted fireworks here and there that could be used as retreat signals for all of the people in the Forest of Death.

"We don't need parachutes," Bale said, throwing aside the bag and clenching his hand in the air. "Grandma, heal me quickly in case I am wounded in the battle. This time, the thing won't be allowed to live."