4 Episode 5 Five Years Later (1/2)

”Guu ... ah! Ah, guu, uuuuuuu!”

In the dark forest at noon, he moves his legs hard while desperately grabbing his torn right arm.

The terrible intense pain coming from the wound is likely to relieve consciousness.

But if you lose consciousness here, you will definitely die. be killed.

The screams spilling out of his mouth were also necessary spells to be conscious.

”Wow! Why is the King of Flies in such a place !?”

From behind is a giant monster that is three meters long. A type of demon called the King of Flies from its appearance.

It is incomparable to fantasy species such as dragons, giants, and demon gods with simple strength, but if it is still found, it is a disaster monster on the level where the regular knights will be dispatched immediately.

Tenth Class Adventurer-In other words, the lowest ranked adventurer can't win even if he stands upside down.

Urine for blood, sweat, tears, runny nose. Fear becomes body fluid and is discharged from the body.

From a bird's-eye view, it's a terrible thing. Although he was aware of this, the fear of being chased by a fly as large as a hill is inescapable.

The fear of death easily destroys self-control. While crying like a child, she could only escape.

It shouldn't have been like this.

Think while moving your feet hard.

Five years ago, after being expelled from his hometown, he became an adventurer.

As an adventurer, he was trying to slay demons, protect people, give his name, and get his father to be recognized.

At that time, if he had grown as he had envisioned, he would have been crossing the King of Flies with a fantastic sword.

But the reality is, as always, imposing the opposite result.

――No, in the current situation it was several times worse than that.

”Hey guys! They're stupid!”

Feelings separate from the fear of monsters rise from the back of the throat.

My right arm torn off. This was not a monster attack, but a human magic.

Those who attacked me with the magic of the wind blade disappeared long ago.

I have imagined that you might die by fighting monsters.

But in the future, I had never imagined it would be thrown away and killed.

I chose the adventurer's path to get my father's recognition, but that's not all.

The profession that best describes the philosophy of salvation and the best profession to wield the sword of the refugees was the adventurer. So he hit the gates of the adventurer's guild.

I wanted to be useful in the world. I wanted to be able to protect someone. I thought so and became an adventurer.

Is this the end?

Not much. Probably not.

I knew it, and when I was hiking, I heard a terrible, sinister vibration from behind.

If you look, the four wings that grew on the back of the King of Flies flutter violently. It seems that he escaped between the trees in the forest and boiled himself to the prey.

Considering the balance between the monster giant and the four feathers, the fly king's giant body floats lightly in the field of vision, though it should be impossible to fly.

The monster rushed like a shell through the uninterrupted air.

It was too late when I thought I had to do it.

Explosion A terrible roar and shock coming close.