Extra Pages: The Author's Odyssey
Chapter 142: Unexpected Rescue

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 replace 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 then comes Titan along with hoards of monsters, Thankfully Lillian is fighting Titan in the air, far away from him but that doesn't mean Harry can relax.

Monsters come one after another Soon numbers went up to hundreds with [A] and [ B] rank monsters.

Frost guild attack formation easily breaks after a few minutes ago.

Harry was separated from others, and he needed some help.

Early into the battle, his powerful exoskeleton armour suit sustained damage to one of its knee joints. Although he could still fight, not to mention more than willing to face the monsters despite having his mobility severely reduced, the command judged that the risk was not worth it.

Who knew what could happen to Harry in the next moments, He could even die by monsters.

But things were not dier...For now.

While the techs and other non-combatants desperately tried to retreat closer to the main formation, Harry who happened to be nearby had no choice but to face the advancing many monsters alone.

Herry with his mana gun launched a torrent of bullets at the monsters, but there were just too many of them. Even when he emptied his shoulder-mounted launcher to send a hail of miniature rockets into the mass of rabid monsters, the surprisingly potent explosive load his missiles carried failed to make any difference.

He had managed to slaughter several monsters of [D] rank but the current monsters he was facing now were way above his paycheck.

Slowly, Herry's blood turned cold in his veins.

'Bad, bad, bad…'

Herry thought so as the mana bullet he launched at monsters did nothing but leave some search on its flesh.

Herry was a non-combat type fighter, his main role was always to support type. But here Herry doesn't know what to do next.

Mana bullets don't have any effect on monsters and there is no one to support or help him.

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.