Volume 1, Chapter 7 : Orchid Argo, Part 2

Arc : Undercover


E-Rantel


Pandora, Narberal, McCear, and Zara left the inn they were staying in at dawn to continue their preparation for their upcoming spectacle. Pandora and McCear noticed that both Narberal and Zara had been awfully quiet since they left the inn. Pandora exchanged a concerned glance with McCear, realizing that something seemed off. Worried about their comrades, they decided to break the silence and ask if everything was alright.

"Nabe, Zee. Are you two alright? You have not spoken at all since this morning." Pandora's voice was filled with genuine concern as he addressed Narberal and Zara. McCear nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on their companions, awaiting their response. The silence stretched for a few more moments before Narberal finally spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

"Yeah. What happened to you two?" McCear asked, his brows furrowing with worry. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at their unusual behavior. Pandora and McCear exchanged a quick glance, silently communicating their shared concern for their comrades.

"We're fine. We just had a lot of girl talk last night. Also, Zee is not feeling well and needs some rest," Narberal replied.

"Zee, if you're not up for it, you can go back to the inn and rest. We'll handle it for today." McCear offered, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Just make sure to take care of yourself and let us know if you need anything."

"No, I can still go with you guys," Zee insisted, her voice determined. "I don't want to miss out on any important missions or let the team down." Pandora and McCear exchanged another glance, their worry evident. They knew Zee's dedication was admirable, but they also didn't want her to push herself too hard and worsen her condition.

"Are you sure? It might be too hard for someone of your condition," Narberal said with sarcasm, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Zee's determination wavered for a moment, but she quickly regained her resolve. "I appreciate your concern, Nabe, but I know my limits. I'll make sure to communicate if I need a break or if my condition worsens." The team nodded reluctantly, realizing that they couldn't change Zee's mind.

Pandora and McCear were feeling something off about the situation, sensing that Narberal continued to look at Zara with furrowed brows. They exchanged a worried glance, silently questioning if there was more to Zara's condition than she was letting on. However, they decided to trust Zara's judgment for now and remain vigilant in case any unexpected complications arose.

"Can we please not talk about it for now and focus on our mission?" Zara requested, trying to redirect the conversation away from her condition. She knew that dwelling on it would only distract them from the important task at hand.

McCear was not buying Zara's attempt to change the subject. He could sense that something was off and felt it necessary to address their concerns directly. "Zee, we're here for you," he said gently, his voice filled with genuine concern. "If there's anything you need or if you're not feeling well, please let us know. We're a team, and we'll support you no matter what."

"Makkuria, just leave me alone, alright! I appreciate your concern, but I just need some time to sort things out on my own," Zara replied, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. McCear nodded understandingly, realizing that pushing further would only make matters worse. He decided to give Zara the space she needed, but made sure to let her know that he was there for her whenever she was ready to talk.

"I... You're right. I'm sorry. I'll leave you be." McCear said softly, giving Zara a reassuring smile before slowly backing away.

They continued to walk towards the training grounds in silence, the tension between them palpable. Zara's mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, but she appreciated McCear's understanding and support.

"Just remember today's plan. Aura will aggravate the beasts in the forest and direct them to this city. Our plan is to defend this city from the horde and protect its inhabitants. This city does not have enough fighting force to face the horde alone, so that's where we come in. We will make it seem like we're the only ones who can defeat the horde and save the city. If all goes well, our status will be elevated, and we will gain the trust and gratitude of the city's residents. Therefore allowing us to jump the ranks almost instantly and secure our reputation as formidable warriors. Additionally, our success in this mission will serve as a testament to our skills and capabilities, opening doors to future opportunities."

Pandora smiled confidently as he finished outlining their plan.

"Not only will we be hailed as heroes, but our names will be remembered in the annals of history," he declared.

"Our victory against the horde is purely for the sake of our mission. Some might call this cheating, but I'd prefer the term pragmatic strategizing. By utilizing our resources and thinking outside the box, we are maximizing our chances of success. In the end, it is not about the means but rather the end result."

The people of E-Rantel continued to look at their weird appearance, which stood out from the crowd, but they paid no mind and continued to walk in silence.


Intro song :

BLACK JAM by NEO JAPONISM


E-Rantel Training Ground


After about ten minutes of walking, they reached the training ground to find it bustling with activity. Adventurers of all ranks were engaged in various forms of combat training, their weapons clashing and spells flying through the air.

They stood at the entrance of the training ground, looking around the place and observing the different training methods being used. They noticed a group of warriors practicing their swordsmanship with precision and grace, while nearby, mages were casting powerful spells that illuminated the area with bursts of colorful light. It was clear that the adventurers took their training seriously.

A female trainer who was watching the scene approached them, her authoritative presence evident in her commanding voice and confident demeanor.

"Hello. I haven't seen any of you before. I'm Mileda, a former Orichalcum-ranked adventurer team member, Sun Warrior; now I'm just an instructor here at the Guild. I must say, I haven't seen any coppers armed to the teeth like you all in a long time. Impressive."

Mileda's eyes scanned their weapons and armor, clearly impressed by their preparedness.

"You must be here for a reason. Are you seeking a quest or perhaps looking to join a higher-ranked team?"

Mileda was clearly measuring them up, trying to gauge their skill and experience. She had seen her fair share of adventurers come and go, but there was something incredibly off about this group.

Her survival instinct screamed at her to proceed with caution. She decided to keep her guard up and remain observant of their every move. After all, she had learned the hard way that appearances could be deceiving in the world of adventurers.

Mileda glanced at McCear and Zara and instantly concluded that just one of these two could practically take on the entire group of adventurers by themselves. Their battle-hardened demeanor and the scars that adorned their bodies spoke volumes about their experience and skill.

Mileda couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that she had them on her side, as their presence alone seemed to tip the scales in their favor. take on any challenge that came their way. They have an aura not commonly associated with a copper-ranked adventurer but rather with Mithril or above.

Then she looked at Pandora and Narberal cautiously. She could feel her hair stand on end as she sensed an overwhelming power emanating from them. Her instincts were begging her to run, to flee from the overwhelming presence that Pandora and Narberal exuded. However, Mileda's determination and curiosity got the better of her, compelling her to stay and discover more about these mysterious individuals.

Deep down, she knew that facing this unknown power head-on would only result in her death, or worse. But Mileda couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that there was something more to Pandora and Narberal than meets the eye. She had a burning desire to unravel their secrets, even if it meant putting her own life on the line.

"Ah, yes. Excuse us. I'm Pan; this is Nabe, Makkuria, and Zee. We just registered recently and, unfortunately, have to start from scratch like everybody else. Please don't mind us. We're just here to do our training and improve our skills," Pan said with a friendly smile. Mileda couldn't help but be intrigued by their nonchalant attitude, wondering what kind of training could possibly be necessary for individuals with such mysterious powers.

"A well-mannered getleman. Now that's a rare find. Any lady would kill to have someone like you around," Mileda said, returning Pan's smile. "This way, there's a spot your group could use." Pan graciously accepted Mileda's offer and followed her to the designated spot.

As they walked, Mileda couldn't help but ask, "So, what exactly does your group train for?" Curiosity sparkled in her eyes as she eagerly awaited Pan's response.

"Just an ordinary everyday monster hunt, madam." Pan replied with a humble smile.

"Can't be an ordinary monster if you all carry such impressive weapons," Mileda remarked, glancing at the array of swords and bows strapped to Pan's group. "I'm curious to know what kind of monsters you encounter."

"We like to be prepared for anything. You wouldn't want to get caught offguard, would you?" Pan chuckled softly.

"Manners, a warm answer, and humor. You sure know how to make a girl want you around," Mileda teased, playfully nudging Pan's arm. "But seriously, I can't imagine the kind of creatures you must face. Are they mostly dangerous or just misunderstood?"

"Well, it's a mix of both, actually," Pan explained. "Some monsters are truly dangerous and pose a threat to humans, while others are simply misunderstood and can be peacefully resolved. It's our job to discern between the two and handle each situation accordingly."

"Well, I'd like to get to know you better after your training, Pan. Here is your spot; you guys can train here. I'll be just up there in case you need any assistance or guidance," Mileda said, pointing towards a nearby observation area.

"Thank you, Miss Mileda. I'll make sure to come to you if I need any help," Pan replied gratefully. He took a moment to survey the training area, noting that every adventurer there was looking at them with curiosity and doubt.

An older male adventurer wearing a gold-ranked necklace was joking with his companions, but his eyes lingered on their group with a mix of amusement and skepticism.

"Hey, new kid. You better watch your back around here," the older adventurer called out, his voice dripping with condescension. "Being an adventurer is a job known for killing people like you."

"Lord Pandora, can I snap his neck for you?" McCear whispered, with a hint of aggression in his voice.

"No, you may not. I'd rather not have any blood spilled before our plan to elevate our status in this town is set into motion," Pandora replied calmly, his gaze never leaving the older adventurer. "Besides, we are here to prove ourselves through our skills and intelligence, not through violence."

McCear swallowed hard, his eyes narrowing as he reluctantly stepped back. He knew that his impulsive nature could hinder their chances of success, but the desire for revenge burned within him.

Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself of Pandora's words and refocused his energy on the task at hand. They warmed up for a few minutes with stretches and practice swings, preparing their bodies and minds.

Mileda, who was watching everything from her observation post above, rolled her eyes as soon as Jayfe opened his mouth to provoke Pan and his group. She had seen this behavior from Jayfe before and knew it only led to trouble.

Mileda sighed, hoping that he would learn to control his impulsive nature before someone decided enough was enough and took his head off. She had tried talking to Jayfe about the consequences of his actions, but he seemed to brush off her concerns.

Mileda couldn't help but worry about the potential harm he could bring to himself and those around him.

'That idiot. Someone will definitely cut him up if he keeps provoking the wrong people,' Mileda muttered under her breath.

'That Pan guy seemed to not be bothered by whatever that idiot was saying, but I could see the anger simmering beneath his calm demeanor. I hope Jayfe realizes the danger he's putting himself in before it's too late. Let's see what those new kids could do.'

Jayfe strolled towards Pandora and his group's spot with condescending confidence, his smirk widening with each step. He knew he had a reputation to uphold and wasn't about to let anyone, especially these newcomers, challenge his dominance.

"Oi, you brats. Let's make things interesting. Your group against ours." Jayfe's voice dripped with arrogance as he issued the challenge, his eyes scanning the newcomers with a mix of amusement and superiority.

Melida was taken aback by Jayfe's words. She was about to interfere, but she noticed that Pan's group was not intimidated in the slightest.

"Sounds like a nice proposition. Sure, we'll face you," Pan replied drily, his voice laced with confidence. Melida couldn't help but admire Pan's calm demeanor, realizing that he was not one to back down from a challenge.

As the tension in the air grew, it was clear that this clash between the two groups would be anything but ordinary. Every adventurer immediately stopped their training and turned their attention towards Pan and his group, curious to see how they would handle the upcoming confrontation.

The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, as everyone knew that this face-off would be a defining moment for both sides.


"Then you may start on three. Remember, disarm and knock out, but no killing," Melida announced, her voice carrying authority and a hint of excitement. The adventurers nodded in agreement, their eyes locked on Pan and his group, waiting for the signal to begin.

"One... Two... THREE!"

In a flash, Pan and Makkuria run towards Jayfe's group without drawing their blades. Jayfe and his team were surprised by their speed; it was as if they were as swift as the wind itself.

One of his teammates, a burly man with a long beard, attempted to swing his axe at Pan, but Pan just swiftly sidestepped the attack, effortlessly dodging the swing, pulled back his arm, and delivered a powerful punch to the man.

He tried to block it with his axe, but it snapped in half upon impact. The force of Pan's punch sent the burly man flying backward, rolling across the ground before finally coming to a stop. Jayfe and his team watched in awe as Pan effortlessly took down their teammate, realizing they were facing a formidable opponent.

"One down, five to go." Pan's confidence radiated as he cracked his knuckles.

Makkuria ran towards another fighter with only his shield as his weapon. He swiftly maneuvered around the opponent's strikes, using his shield to deflect and counterattack with precision. The fighter keeps attacking and trying to find an opening, but Makkuria's defensive skills are unmatched. With each block and counter, Makkuria's confidence grew, leaving his opponent frustrated and exhausted. The crowd erupted in cheers as they witnessed Makkuria's masterful display of skill and determination.

Makkuria grabbed the fighter's sword when he tried to stab him. He quickly kneed the fighter's right thigh and followed up with a left jab to the fighter's face. The force of Makkuria's strikes left the fighter stunned and disoriented, unable to mount any further offense.

Makkuria grabbed the man's shoulders and pulled him into a flurry of knee strikes to the midsection, causing the fighter to double over in pain and finishing him off with a downward punch to the back of his neck. The fighter collapsed to the ground, defeated and unconscious.

Makkuria stood over him, turning his head towards his friends.

"Two down. Who's next?!"

Jayfe and his team exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of awe and fear.

Jayfe stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly as he accepted the challenge. "I'll go next," he said, trying to sound confident.

Makkuria put his shield on his back and took out his chainsword from its sheath, the blade glinting menacingly in the sunlight. He nodded at Jayfe, acknowledging his bravery, and prepared himself for the next intense battle.

He clicked a button on the handle, and the sword separated into many segmented whips, each tipped with a razor-sharp blade and a current of lightning running through it.

The crowd gasped in awe as Makkuria's weapon transformed into a deadly spectacle of electrified whips. The anticipation grew, and all eyes were fixed on him as he stepped forward, ready to face whatever awaited him with unwavering determination.

Jayfe quickly ran towards Makkuria, his shield raised in front of him and his sword drawn. Makkuria swipes his whip low from the side with lightning-fast precision, and it hits Jayfe's shield with a resounding crack, sending sparks flying.

His shield is now chipped and slightly charred. Jayfe grits his teeth, refusing to let the pain deter him, and counterattacks with a swift slash of his sword, aiming for Makkuria's exposed flank. Makkuria pushed the button again, and the sword retracted into its hilt, blocking Jayfe's attack.

With a sly grin, Makkuria taunted Jayfe, "Is that all you've got?"

Jayfe's determination only grew stronger as he tightened his grip on his sword, ready to face Makkuria's next move. Jayfe throws a combination of quick slashes and kicks at Makkuria, aiming to catch him off guard. Makkuria skillfully dodges Jayfe's attacks, effortlessly evading each strike with fluid grace.

However, Jayfe remains undeterred, his focus unwavering as he analyzes Makkuria's every move, searching for a weakness to exploit. Slash after slash and kick after kick, Jayfe has grown tired, his muscles aching from the exertion.

Despite his fatigue, Jayfe refuses to give up, determined to defeat Makkuria no matter the cost. With each strike, he pushes himself harder, fueled by fierce determination and an unwavering belief in his abilities.

Makkuria slapped Jayfe's hand, canceling his swing mid-attack and causing Jayfe to stumble back momentarily. Makkuria pulled Jayfe's shield hand towards him and butted his head against Jayfe so hard that Jayfe's vision blurred for a moment before Makkuria twisted his arm in a rolling motion, causing Jayfe to cry out in pain.

The crowd was silenced, their cheers turning into gasps of shock as they witnessed the brutal exchange between Makkuria and Jayfe. Makkuria then grabbed the back of Jayfe's head and shoved him face-first into his knee, delivering a devastating blow that sent Jayfe sprawling to the ground.

The impact echoed through the arena, leaving everyone in stunned silence. Makkuria stood tall, his expression unwavering.

"Three down."

Nabe looked at the three of Jayfe's friends who were still standing, fear etched across their faces. They exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to proceed against their opponent. Nabe stepped forward.

She pulled out a smooth black rod hidden inside her cloak and held it firmly in her hand. The crowd held their breath, anticipating her next move. After twirling the black rod in her hand, Nabe pointed it directly at the three remaining friends of Jayfe.

The rod let out a glow, and vines emerged from beneath the ground, snaking their way towards Jayfe's friends. The vines wrapped tightly around their ankles, immobilizing them.

The crowd gasped in astonishment at the magic Nabe just performed. The fact that she's still a copper-ranked adventurer and could already perform 3rd-tier magic was impressive.

"Immobilized foes are not for my taste. Zee, they're all yours." Nabe's voice echoed with confidence as she handed the situation over to her companion, Zee.

Zee pulled out her bow from the back of her coat and shook it forward in a punching motion, and the bow transformed into a full-sized bow with a sleek, slightly curved design.

The crowd watched in awe at her seemingly intricately built bow, which appeared to have been crafted with utmost precision. They could have Zee swipe the grip of her bow with her finger, activating the mechanism inside her quiver to rotate, and prime one of her arrows with blunt tips.

She pulled the primed arrow and nocked it, aiming at the three immobilized men in the distance. As she released the arrow, it soared through the air with incredible speed and accuracy, hitting the man in the middle, right in the middle of his forehead, sticking to it, and dispersing an electric shock throughout his body.

The other two men, startled by the sudden attack, struggled to break free from their immobilized state. Zee swiftly grabbed another arrow from her quiver and shot both men with the same arrow, effectively incapacitating them. The electric shock surged through their bodies, rendering them completely paralyzed.

Melida was shocked to see the amazing display of the new group's skills. She had never witnessed such precise and powerful attacks before. They managed to beat a gold-ranked adventurer team with ease, showcasing their exceptional combat abilities.

Melida couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and intimidation towards this formidable group. She was lost on why this team didn't start out as a Mithril-ranked team, given their extraordinary talent. Melida wondered what their secret was and if she would ever be able to reach their level of skill and prowess.

Melida approached the group while looking at the aftermath of their duel. She saw Jayfe's team lying unconscious on the ground, their weapons shattered, their armor dented, and their shields cracked.


"That was an amazing display, Pan. How the hell are you and your team still copper-ranked? It is beyond me."

Pan smiled modestly and replied, "Well, we just registered yesterday and haven't finished any jobs yet. Maybe check in a week later, and you'll see us climbing up the ranks. Plus, there's always room for improvement and new challenges to face."

"One week? I like your confidence, sweetie. But the competition in the rankings can be fierce, and it takes more than just skill to climb up. You'll have to consistently perform well and outshine other teams in order to make a significant jump in the rankings." Melida said it with a hint of skepticism. "But hey, don't let that discourage you. If you stay dedicated and keep pushing yourselves, who knows? Maybe you'll surprise everyone and make a quick rise to the top."

"That's what we aim for, ma'am." Pan responded confidently.

"I like you more, new guy," Melida said with a smile. "So what are you guys going to do after this?"

Pan looked at his teammates and said, "We're going to the guild to report for our departure and pick up any last-minute supplies."

"Hey, we're going to the same place," Melida said excitedly. "Why don't we all go together? It'll be more fun that way, and we can-"

She didn't finish her sentence as a man arrived at the training ground, breathing heavily.

"EVERYONE! EMERGENCY! THE GUILD MASTER WANTS EVERYONE TO THE GUILD IMMEDIATELY! A HORDE IS COMING TO E-RANTEL!" The man shouted, his voice filled with urgency.

The group exchanged glances, realizing that Aura had initiated their mission to defend E-Rantel from the impending horde. They quickly gathered their weapons and made their way towards the guild. Melida grabbed her equipment from behind her post and joined the others towards the guild building.

Every adventurer in the city rushed towards the guild building, their footsteps echoing through the streets as they hurried to answer the guild master's call.


Adventurer's Guild, E-Rantel


As they arrived at the guild building, they were met with a chaotic scene of adventurers strategizing and preparing for battle. Men and women suit up in armor, tightening their grips on their weapons. The air was thick with anticipation and determination as they exchanged last-minute advice and encouragement.

"Everyone, thank you for coming on such short notice," the guild master's voice boomed over the commotion.

"We have received urgent reports of a horde of powerful monsters gathering, ranging from goblins, orcs, armored lizards, and towering ogres. This is a formidable threat that requires all of our combined strength and skill to overcome. Remember, we fight not only for our lives but also for the safety of our loved ones and the future of our land. Together, we shall face this challenge head-on and emerge victorious!"

"I want everyone capable of lifting their weapons and joining the battle to gather at the main gate immediately. We must strategize and coordinate our efforts to ensure that we make the most of our combined strength. Let us show these monsters that we are not to be underestimated and that our determination will prevail against any odds."

As the call to arms echoed through the air, a surge of adrenaline coursed through the veins of every individual within earshot. The urgency of the situation was palpable, igniting a fire within their hearts.

With resolute determination, they swiftly made their way towards the main gate, their weapons at the ready. The sight of their comrades, all united by a common purpose, bolstered their spirits and reinforced their belief in the power of unity.

It was in this moment that they understood the weight of their responsibility, not only for their own lives but also for the safety of their loved ones. They knew that failure was not an option, as the fate of their entire community rested on their shoulders.

As they approached the main gate, they exchanged a silent nod, silently acknowledging the immense trust they had in each other.


200 meters west of E-Rantel Main Gate


Everyone waited for the impending battle in front of the main gate with bated breath, their hearts pounding in anticipation.

Then they saw it.

Large numbers of dangerous creatures emerged from the forest, their eyes glowing with malice and hunger.

Their number was far greater than they had anticipated, and a wave of uncertainty washed over the group.

"Hey, hey. Don't you think that this is too much for us to handle?" One of them whispered, doubt creeping into their voice.

"How in the hell are we supposed to take on all of them?" another added, panic evident in their tone.

"Oh shit, man. They completely outnumbered us; man, we're fucked! We need to come up with a plan, or else we won't stand a chance against them," someone exclaimed, desperation lacing their words.

"Maybe we should consider finding a way to retreat and regroup before it's too late," another suggested, the urgency in their voice reflecting the gravity of the situation.

Panic started to consume the group as they realized the overwhelming odds stacked against them. They knew that making a hasty decision could lead to their downfall, but time was running out, and they had to act quickly.

"Calm down, men! We may be outnumbered, but we have faced tough challenges before and come out victorious." A Mithril-ranked adventurer spoke, his voice steady and commanding.

"Let's focus on our strengths and strategize a plan that exploits their weaknesses. We will find a way to turn the tide in our favor."

Time seemed to slow down as the horde started their relentless charge towards E-Rantel. The adventurers tightened their grips on their weapons, readying themselves for the impending battle.

The horde is getting closer and closer with each passing second, their numbers seeming endless.

"ARCHERS, READY YOUR ARROWS!" The adventurer shouted, his voice carrying over the chaos.

Every archer stationed on the city wall quickly nocked their arrows, their eyes focused on the approaching horde.

"DRAW YOUR BOWS!" The command echoed through the air, and the archers pulled back their bowstrings, their muscles tense with anticipation. The tension was palpable as they awaited the signal to release their arrows and unleash a storm of death upon the oncoming horde.

The horde now within their firing range was a terrifying sight to behold. The archers held their breath, their hearts pounding in their chests, as they aimed at the mass of enemies. Each archer carefully selected their targets, knowing that every shot had to count in order to hold back the impending doom.

"RELEASE THE ARROWS!" The commander's roar shattered the silence, and in an instant, the bowstrings were freed. The air filled with the symphony of whistling arrows as they soared through the sky, finding their marks.

The horde faltered under the barrage, their numbers thinning with every arrow that found its target. The archers, now caught in a dance of rapid reloads, battled against time to fend off the relentless advance.

The ground force, armed with swords and shields, moved forward in sync with the archers' assault. Their footsteps thundered as they closed in on the horde, their determination unwavering. The clash of steel against tough hide echoed through the battlefield as the ground force engaged in close combat with the relentless horde.

Despite the horde's sheer numbers, the ground force fought with unwavering resolve, their swords slashing and shields deflecting every attack. The air was filled with a symphony of battle cries and grunts as both sides fought tooth and nail for victory.

Blood spilled across the battlefield, staining the ground crimson and adding to the chaos of the fight. The ground force's unwavering determination fueled their adrenaline, pushing them to push back against the horde with even greater ferocity.

Everyone on the ground axes their swords, axes, and maces with a relentless fury, cutting body parts and shattering bones. The clash of metal echoed through the air, creating a cacophony that drowned out all other sounds.

Despite the fatigue and exhaustion, the horde didn't seem to show any signs of retreat. They continued to surge forward, their sheer numbers overwhelming the ground force.

The adventurers fought valiantly, but their energy was waning, and the horde's relentless advance seemed unstoppable. Desperation filled the air as they realized that victory would only come at a great cost.

After a while, the adventurers start to weaken under the weight of the relentless onslaught. Their muscles ache and their movements become sluggish, making it increasingly difficult to fend off the horde.

Many new adventurers start to get killed, their inexperience and lack of training leaving them vulnerable to the horde's attacks. The seasoned adventurers try their best to protect the newcomers, but the overwhelming numbers make it nearly impossible to hold their ground.

The atmosphere becomes even more tense as the realization sinks in that they may not be able to withstand the horde's relentless advance for much longer.


"Bellote, how long do you think we can keep this up?" asked Moknach, his voice strained with exhaustion.

Bellote glanced at the dwindling supplies and weary faces around him.

Taking a deep breath, he replied, "Not much longer, Moknach. We need a plan or reinforcements soon if we want to survive."

"No shit. Just how is this going to end?" Moknach muttered, frustration evident in his voice. Bellote's eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of hope.

He finally spoke, his voice filled with determination: "We'll find a way, Moknach. We always have. We just need to hold on a little longer and trust that help will come."

"AAAAARGHHHH! Fucking monsters didn't seem to decrease in numbers at all! We've been fighting them for hours, and it feels like we're getting nowhere!" Moknach exclaimed, his anger boiling over.

Igvarge clenched his fists, feeling the weight of their desperate situation. "We can't give up now, Moknach. We have to keep fighting until we can't fight anymore. Our survival depends on it."

"There won't be anymore of us left if this shit doesn't end soon," Bellote added, his voice filled with determination. "We have to find a way to push through this, no matter how long it takes. We'll keep fighting until we've defeated every last one of these monsters."

"Bellote, if I die here, I swear to the gods I'll torment you in hell for eternity," Moknach replied with a grim smile.

"Aye, then don't die then. You might get bored with me real fast," Bellote retorted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But in all seriousness, we need something to turn the tide in our favor. We can't keep losing ground like this."

"Godamn it, Bellote, you always know how to lighten the mood," Moknach chuckled. "But you're right; we can't afford to keep losing. We need a game-changing strategy or-"

Moknach didn't finish his sentence as a loud explosion interrupted their conversation. The ground shook beneath them, and they quickly realized that the center of the horde was under attack.

Another blue light shot towards the horde, resulting in a massive explosion that sent bodies flying in all directions.

The horde's momentum faltered momentarily, giving Moknach and Bellote a glimmer of hope. They exchanged determined glances, knowing that this was their chance to turn the tide in their favor and finally gain the upper hand.

"What the fuck was that?" Moknach exclaimed, his voice filled with awe and disbelief.

Bellote, his eyes wide with excitement, replied, "I don't know, but whatever it was, it bought us some time. Let's make every second count and finish them off!"


The archers on top of the wall saw a female in a coat wielding a weird-looking bow jump to the wall in front of them. They had never seen her before, but her skill and confidence were undeniable.

"Who are you? "Where did you come from?" one of the archers shouted, astonished by her sudden appearance.

The mysterious woman smirked and replied, "I am the one who will turn the tides of this battle. Prepare yourselves, for victory is within our grasp."

Everyone on the wall saw her tapping her finger to the ear piece she was wearing, indicating that she was communicating with someone.

Curiosity piqued, the archers exchanged puzzled glances, wondering who could be assisting her in this seemingly impossible feat.

"I'm on the wall, ready to provide covering fire. You are clear to engage, over."

The woman's confident demeanor and her mention of providing covering fire left the archers even more intrigued.

They couldn't help but wonder what kind of firepower she possessed and who exactly she was coordinating with. She then turned to look at them.

"Well, don't just stand there! Get ready to shoot! We have a job to do, and we need to work together." Her commanding tone snapped the archers out of their daze, filling them with a newfound determination.

They quickly readied their bows, eager to see what this mysterious woman was capable of. They saw her quiver rotate its internal mechanism and heard the distinct sound of arrows being loaded.

The archers exchanged glances, unsure of what she was about to do. She pulled an arrow with a weird pointy tip from her quiver, its gleaming surface reflecting the sunlight.

With a steady hand, she notched the arrow onto her bowstring and drew it back, her eyes locked on a distant target.

The archers held their breath, anticipation coursing through their veins, as they awaited the signal to release their own arrows.

"EVERYONE, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" she shouted, her voice echoing across the battlefield.

The archers watched in awe as she released the arrow, its trajectory swift and precise. The signal was clear: danger was imminent, and they had no choice but to heed her warning and flee for safety.

The arrow flew through the air towards the horde before bursting into a white smoke cloud midair and raining down white hot embers onto the enemy, setting the horde on fire.

The archers stood in amazement, their jaws dropping at the sight of the enemy engulfed in flames. The once menacing horde now scrambled frantically, desperately trying to extinguish the fire that consumed them.

She tapped her earpiece, activating her communication device.

"They're on fire. You are clear to move in and attack," she relayed to her comrades.

The archers then watched two males and a female jump on top of the wall and descend into the chaos below. The archers, befuddled by the sudden appearance of these new allies, look at her and ask her.

"Who are those people?" they asked, their voices filled with curiosity and confusion.

"Backup. Just stay out of our way and let them do their thing," she replied confidently.

The archers exchanged glances, unsure of whether to trust these newcomers, but ultimately stepped aside to give them room to maneuver. As the chaos continued to unfold, they couldn't help but wonder what role these mysterious individuals would play in the battle ahead.

"Lads, I think we're about to witness the birth of legends," one of the archers whispered, eyes wide with anticipation.

The newcomers moved with grace and skill that were unmatched, their every move calculated and precise. It was clear that they were not ordinary fighters but warriors of extraordinary talent and experience.

As the battle raged on, the archers couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope ignite within them—perhaps these mysterious individuals were the key to turning the tides in their favor.

"The fuck are you doing just standing there?! Give me a bloody hand!" Zara shouted, her voice filled with urgency.

The archers quickly snapped out of their daze and rushed to Zara's side, ready to provide the support she needed.

With renewed determination, they joined forces with the enigmatic warriors, their combined strength and skill becoming a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.


Pandora, Narberal, and McCear dropped down from the top of the city walls, landing gracefully amidst the chaos, and ran towards the battle with the horde of beasts.

"Makkuria, left flank. I'll go right. Nabe, fire support from the rear," Pandora commanded, his voice filled with authority.

"Got it," Narberal replied, her eyes narrowing as she pulled out her staff and channeled her magic, ready to unleash devastating spells upon their enemies. McCear unsheathed his chain sword, his muscles tense with anticipation as he prepared to engage in close combat with the ferocious beasts.

The trio swiftly split up, each taking their assigned position, their synchronized movements showcasing their well-honed teamwork.

"Abril, play me that song," Pandora said, his eyes gleaming with determination as he unsheathed his sword.

[Now playing, Army of the Night by Powerwolf.]

The powerful melody of "Army of the Night" playing in their earpiece filled the air, fueling their adrenaline and boosting their confidence. McCear's grip tightened on his chain sword as he locked eyes with the first beast, ready to unleash his fury.

McCear bolts to the left, expertly dodging the incoming claws of a massive creature, while Narberal gracefully takes to the skies, casting a powerful barrier to protect herself and her allies.

Meanwhile, Pandora rushes to the right, swinging his twin Kriegsmesser in a whirlwind of deadly strikes, slicing through the thick hide of another beast. The clash of steel and roars of fury filled the air as the trio fought with unwavering determination, their every move calculated and precise.

The tired and weary adventurers watching these newly arrived unknown strangers wearing copper plates were left in awe, their eyes wide with admiration and disbelief.

The sheer skill and coordination displayed by the trio was unlike anything they had ever witnessed before.

"Bellote, who the hell are these people?" One of the adventurers whispered to his companion, his voice filled with both curiosity and a hint of envy.

"I have no idea," Igvarge replied, his gaze fixed on the trio's relentless assault. "But one thing's for certain: they're not your average warriors."

"Well, what are you waiting for? These beasts are not going to take themselves down," the companion urged, a mix of excitement and determination in his voice.

Bellote nodded, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to join the battle alongside the extraordinary trio. "Moknach! You go with the knight with the weird whip-like sword! I'll go with the other one with the two massive swords. Let's show these beasts what we're made of!" With a battle cry, Bellote and Moknach charged into the fray.

"Aye, stay alive. You still have an unpaid tab at the bar," the companion called out with a smirk before sprinting towards the enemy.

Bellote couldn't help but chuckle, knowing that his friend's words were meant to lighten the tension. He quickly ran towards Pandora to assist him in taking down the wave of enemies.

"Hey, new guy. How the hell are you and your team still copper-ranked?" Bellote shouted over the chaos of the battle. "You fight like seasoned warriors!"

Pandora grinned, decapitating an orc with his left sword. "We just arrived yesterday and haven't had much time to climb the ranks. But don't worry, we'll be adamantite-ranked in no time!"

"Adamantite?! Hahaha, I like your confidence," Bellote laughed, dodging a fireball. "But it takes more than skill to reach that level. It requires strategy, teamwork, and a bit of luck."

"Well, lucky me then. I have everything I need to reach that level," Pandora replied, parrying a strike from a goblin. "Beers are on me once my team is promoted to adamantite."

"I'll hold you to that," Bellote said, grinning as he stabbed a goblin. "But until then, let's focus on surviving this horde; I don't plan on becoming a giant lizard's dinner anytime soon."

Pandora nodded, his eyes scanning the battlefield for any signs of reinforcements.

"Agreed. We'll celebrate our victory after we've dealt with these monsters."


McCear whipped his chainsword in a wide arc, slicing through the approaching goblins. Heads rolling across the ground as he continued to fight. With each passing moment, the horde seemed to grow larger, their numbers seemingly endless.

"Motherfucker. Y'all want a fight?! Well, you got it." McCear's voice echoed with determination as he swung his chainsword with even more ferocity, pushing back the relentless goblin horde. Despite their overwhelming numbers, he showed no signs of backing down.

"Twin Maximize Magic, Sword Clone." As McCear chanted the incantation, two ethereal swords materialized beside him, mirroring his every move. "Come get some, you green-skinned bastards!"

McCear shouted, his voice filled with defiance. With the additional swords at his disposal, he became a whirlwind of destruction, cutting through the goblin horde with unmatched precision and skill. The goblins, taken aback by McCear's sudden strength, hesitated for a moment before regaining their focus.

But even their sheer numbers alone couldn't compete with McCear's relentless assault. With each swing of his swords, he carved a path of devastation through the horde, their bodies falling like leaves in his wake.

The once relentless goblin horde was now reduced to mere scattered survivors as McCear stood amidst the chaos, triumphant and unscathed.

Moknach watched in awe as McCear single-handedly decimated the goblin horde. The warrior moved with an almost unnatural grace, his movements fluid and precise. Each swing of his sword was calculated and lethal, leaving no room for the goblins to counterattack.

Moknach could hardly believe his eyes as McCear effortlessly dispatched goblins left and right. It was as if he possessed an otherworldly power, his every strike finding its mark with deadly accuracy. The remaining goblins, now filled with fear and desperation, fled in all directions, their once formidable horde reduced to a mere memory.

"Hey, thanks for the backup." Moknach said, still in awe of McCear's skills. "I don't think I would have made it out of this alive without you."

McCear simply nodded, his focus already shifting to the next potential threat. It was clear that his expertise and prowess were not to be underestimated.

"Don't mention it. Let's just finish this; the smell is killing me." McCear said, grimacing as he surveyed the aftermath of the battle. The stench of blood and sweat hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the chaos they had just escaped.

Moknach then saw McCear tap his ear and heard him mutter something into his communications device.

"Zee. Requesting thermobaric explosives for cleanup. We need to eliminate their remaining forces and clear out any potential threats." McCear spoke with urgency, his voice laced with determination.

'What's a thermobaric?' Moknach's curiosity piqued as he awaited McCear's response. He had heard the term before but wasn't entirely sure of its meaning or purpose in this context.

"Excuse me, uhh... I didn't quite catch your name." Moknach asked politely, trying to gather more information about the situation.

"Oh yeah. I'm Makkuria." McCear replied, offering a friendly smile.

"I couldn't help but overhear you; what is a thermobaric?" Moknach inquired, hoping to gain a better understanding of the urgency in McCear's voice. He wondered if it was something dangerous or potentially life-threatening that he needed to be aware of.

"Oh, thermobaric is a type of explosive that uses oxygen from the surrounding air to create a high-pressure blast wave. It's highly destructive and can cause significant damage to structures and personnel within its range," McCear explained, his expression turning serious. Moknach's curiosity grew as he realized the gravity of the situation and the potential danger they might be facing.

"But where can you find such a dangerous weapon?" Moknach asked, his voice filled with concern.

McCear paused for a moment, contemplating the question, before responding, "Unfortunately, that's our secret. Let's just say we had our own reliable supplier."

Moknach's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, unsure of what McCear meant by "reliable supplier." He couldn't help but wonder if they were involved in some illicit activities to obtain such a dangerous weapon.

However, he knew better than to pry further and decided to trust McCear's judgment for now.


"Roger that, M. Thermobaric explosive is coming up." Zara said to her communication device as she pressed a button on her bow to rotate her quiver's inner mechanism, select a thermobaric arrowhead, and prime it.

[Warning. You have selected thermobaric ammunition, a highly destructive weapon that releases a cloud of flammable gas upon detonation. It is designed to create massive explosions and cause maximum damage to its target. Extreme caution is advised when handling and deploying thermobaric munitions due to their volatile nature.]

"Yeah, yeah. I know the risks; just give me the damn arrow," she muttered impatiently. She had trained extensively with thermobaric ammunition and was confident in her ability to handle it safely.

The arrow loaded with the thermobaric tip was then ejected from her quiver, and she pulled it out to nock it onto her bowstring.

Zara glanced at the archers watching her new arrow with curiosity and said, "You might want to close your mouths and step back a bit. This arrow packs quite a punch."

The archers were confused by Zara's statement, unsure of what she meant by "thermobaric" and how powerful the arrow really was. They exchanged puzzled glances, but they decided to heed her warning and took a few steps back, eager to witness the arrow in action.

Zara pulled the bowstring taut, feeling the tension build in her arm. With a steady hand, she aimed at the target in the distance and released the arrow, watching as it soared through the air with incredible speed.

"I've always wanted to use this baby... And here she comes," Zara whispered with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

As the arrow reached its target, a deafening explosion erupted, sending shockwaves through the air and leaving behind a trail of destruction. The sheer power of the thermobaric arrow left them in awe, realizing they had witnessed something truly extraordinary.

Every creature in the horde caught in the blast was instantly obliterated, their bodies disintegrating into a cloud of ash. The once formidable horde now lay in ruins, a testament to the devastating force of the thermobaric arrow.

The archers could only stand in stunned silence, their faces pale with disbelief as they surveyed the aftermath. The landscape was unrecognizable, with scorched earth and smoldering remains stretching as far as the eye could see.

The archers exchanged glances, knowing that they had just witnessed the destructive power of a weapon unlike anything they had ever encountered.

They then turned their heads towards Zara, who stood at the forefront of the destruction. She didn't seem bothered by the devastation she had caused, instead wearing a satisfied smirk on her face. It was clear that Zara possessed formidable strength and control over this mysterious weapon, leaving the archers in awe and wondering what other surprises she held in store.

"Well, I guess that's it then. The horde is secured. and the city is ssecured." one of the archers remarked, breaking the stunned silence. The others nodded in agreement, grateful for Zara's intervention. As they began to assess the damage and plan for the city's recovery, they couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of hope and admiration for their enigmatic savior.

"You guys go on, I'm going to rejoin my team and make sure everything is secure on the outskirts of the city," Zara said, her voice filled with determination. With a final nod to the archers, she turned and jumped off the ledge, disappearing into the darkness below.


Two days later, Adventurer's Guild, E-Rantel


After the devastating attack on the city, the Adventurer's Guild was bustling with activity. The survivors gathered to share their stories and offer assistance in any way they could. The team of enigmatic saviors stepped into the guild building and were immediately met with cheers and applause from the grateful crowd.

The heroes' presence brought a glimmer of hope to the desolate atmosphere, as they were hailed as the ones who had bravely defended the city against the unknown threat. The guild members eagerly approached them, eager to express their gratitude and seek guidance on how to rebuild and prepare for any future attacks.

The guild master walked towards the team and extended a hand in gratitude, thanking them for their heroic efforts.

"Welcome back. I was wondering when you guys would show up," he said with a relieved smile. "The city owes you a great debt, and we are forever grateful for your bravery. I've consulted with some of the city's leaders, and we've decided to promote your team to the highest rank, the Adamantite rank, effective immediately. This new rank comes with additional privileges, resources, and responsibilities."

Every adventurer in the guild dropped their jaws in awe of the unexpected promotion. They couldn't believe their ears when the guild master announced the news.

The Adamantite rank was reserved for only the most exceptional and accomplished adventurers, a true testament to their skills and dedication.

It was a moment of triumph that would forever be etched into the history of the team, and they not only witnessed the birth of a new Adamantite-ranked adventurer team but also fought alongside them before they reached such heights.

The adventurers felt a surge of pride, knowing that they had played a part in shaping the future of these extraordinary adventurers. As they stood side by side with the newly promoted team, they couldn't help but feel inspired and motivated to push their own limits and strive for greatness in their own quests.

Then a receptionist stepped out from behind the counter with a smile on her face. She congratulated the new team on their achievement and handed them their official Adamantite-ranked adventurer plate.

She asked the guild master, "Master Ainzach, unfortunately we haven't engraved their plate with the name of their team yet. Could you please provide me with the team's name so that we can complete the engraving?"

Master Ainzach glanced towards them and asked, "Oh yeah, now that I remember it. You guys kept your team name blank when you registered for the adventurer's guild. What name did you have in mind for your team?"

Pandora looked up at the ceiling and pondered for a moment before replying, "We wanted to name our team 'Orchid Argo' because it represents the elegance and strength we aim to embody as adventurers. It also has a subtle nod to the original bearer of that name, Bromo. It's a volcanic mountain in the region we hail from, and it symbolizes the fiery determination and passion we have for our quests."

Pandora's teammates nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they imagined the adventures that awaited them as members of Team Orchid Argo.

"Orchid Argo, huh? Now that's a truly unique and somewhat misleading name," Ainzach remarked with a mischievous smile. "But I suppose that's part of the charm. It adds an air of mystery and intrigue to your team, making others wonder what lies beneath the surface."

Pandora chuckled, appreciating Ainzach's observation. "Exactly," he replied.

"We wanted a name that would captivate people's attention and leave them curious about our team. It's all about creating an aura of enigma and allure, drawing others in to uncover the hidden depths within us."

He paused for a moment, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"Besides, it's always fun to keep our opponents guessing, isn't it?"

The rest of the team nodded, their anticipation growing as they envisioned the countless battles and challenges they would face together.

"Heheheh. You people are truly one of a kind. Then, as of today, I, Pluton Ainzach, the guild master of the adventurer's guild of E-Rantel, officially promoted the team, Orchid Argo, to the rank of Adamantite. May their adventures be filled with excitement and triumph as they continue to push the boundaries of what is possible in this vast and unpredictable world."

The room erupted into cheers and applause as the team members of Orchid Argo stood tall, their hearts filled with pride and determination. The guild master's words resonated deeply within them, fueling their passion for exploration and conquest. With renewed vigor, they embarked on their next adventure, ready to conquer any obstacle that stood in their way.


Outro song :

Mexico by Alestorm


Unknown location, somewhere south west of Slane Theocracy


"It appears that we have rats infiltrating our world." The voice echoed through the dimly lit room.

"Not just rats, they also bring that wretched thing, Nazarick, here."

"It seems like those old gods, the 41, want us eliminated once and for all. But little do they know that we have prepared for their arrival. Our forces are ready, and our strategies are in place. We will not let them conquer us without a fight."

"Now, now, let's not be hasty. Their eldest, Momonga, is known to surprise even those who are expected to win. Even if the odds are stacked against him, that old walking bones have proven time and time again that he is a force to be reckoned with. We must proceed with caution and not underestimate their power."

"But he's not, isn't he? None of them can enter our side of the world. Their power is too great to allow them to enter this world without destroying it. So they can only send their children and their subordinates to do their bidding. We may not be facing the full extent of their power, but we must still be wary of their abilities. Their children and subordinates may possess formidable strength and tactics that could pose a threat to us if we underestimate them."

"Especially the old bone's son, Pandora. He's a wild card, just like his father, known for his unpredictable nature and ruthless tactics. Pandora has inherited his father's cunning and is a force to be reckoned with. His ability to manipulate others and exploit their weaknesses makes him a formidable adversary. We must not underestimate him, as he is capable of turning the tide of any battle in their favor."

"Harina, you've gone quiet since I mentioned Pandora's name. Is there something you know about him that we should be aware of?"

Harina hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with concern.

"Pandora is not just ruthless and cunning, but he also possesses an uncanny ability to anticipate his opponents' moves. He has a knack for strategic planning and can easily outsmart even the most experienced adversaries. We need to approach him with caution and develop a well-thought-out strategy if we want to stand a chance against him."

"Him? He's just a brat who sits in the treasury all day. How could he be more dangerous than Peroroncino's daughter, Shalltear? Or Ulbert's son, Demiurge? Or even Tabula's youngest daughter, Rubedo? All I see is just a lazy boy who does nothing all day and has no real power or influence. It's hard to believe that he could pose any significant threat to us."

"Underestimate him at your own peril; he's far more cunning and manipulative than he appears. While he may not possess the same raw power as Shalltear, Demiurge, or Rubedo, his intelligence and strategic thinking make him a formidable adversary. His ability to manipulate situations and people to his advantage should not be underestimated. It is crucial that we approach him with caution and devise a well-thought-out plan to counter his tactics if we want to stand a chance against not just him but the entirety of Nazarick."

"Speaking of Nazarick, that place has grown so much. Upgrades, no doubt. The technological advancements and expansions within Nazarick have undoubtedly contributed to their increasing power and influence. It is evident that they have invested heavily in improving their defenses and capabilities, making it even more challenging for us to infiltrate or challenge them. We must be prepared for the unexpected and consider all possible scenarios when devising our strategies against them."

"Yeah, exactly. We must tread carefully and not waste our resources on futile attempts. It is crucial to gather as much information as possible about their technological advancements and exploit any potential weaknesses we may find. Additionally, forming alliances with other factions who share our goal of opposing the primordials could greatly enhance our chances of success."

"Any word from our allies yet? We haven't heard anything from her in a while."

"No, not yet. It's concerning, but we must remain patient and trust that they are working diligently behind the scenes. We should reach out to them again to ensure our lines of communication are open and to reaffirm our commitment to the cause."

"Should we test out the item our ally just gifted us on one of the primordial's children? I'm dying to see its effects in action."

"While it may be tempting, we must exercise caution. Testing the item on one of the primordials children could have unforeseen consequences. It would be wise to consult with our ally and gather more information about the item before proceeding."

"No, no. He's right. Let's try it out. Shalltear just left Nazarick to hunt a lowly bandit group. This is our golden opportunity to see the item's effects in action. However, we should still be prepared for any potential consequences and have a contingency plan in place just in case."

"Alright, send a team of expendables to lure her out and use it on her."

"My pleasure."

"Harina, I'm going to watch its effect. Are you coming with me?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world. Let's make sure we have a safe vantage point and observe closely. We need to gather as much data as possible to fully understand the item's capabilities."

'Just you wait, father. You and your friend won't rule the world much longer. I will have what's rightfully mine, and I will make sure to use it to take back everything that was taken from me. Pandora... I'm sorry I have to resort to this... brother.' Harina thought to herself, her eyes filled with determination. She knew that her father and his friend had caused her great pain and suffering, and she was determined to seek justice.

'I will come back. WE... WILL COME BACK.' Harina clenched her fists. She vowed to gather allies and resources to build an army that would challenge her father's reign. With a steely resolve, she whispered under her breath,

"This is just the beginning."