Modern Weapons Cheat in Fantasy World-Chapter 18: Let’s Go Hunting

"Wyverns?" Marcus repeated the word as he looked at Elaina whose calm demeanor shattered upon the mention of the word.

"A wyvern in the city?"

He recalled it, it was a fearsome Class C beast that could take on even the experienced adventurers.

"How many?" one of the patrons asked.

The man who burst in was breathing hard, one hand braced against the doorframe.

"Four... maybe five, a lot of them!" he said. "They came out of nowhere."

The tavern went quiet for a second.

Then the sound of the civilians screaming outside breached through the tavern, and the patrons who were still processing the situation suddenly found themselves panicking.

Chairs scraped hard against the floor.

A mug shattered near the counter.

Someone rushed for the door. Another tripped over a bench trying to follow.

The noise built fast.

Elaina grabbed the edge of the table and stood.

"I need to get somewhere safe," she said.

Marcus looked at her.

"Safe where?"

"The guild building," she answered. "It’s reinforced. Staff are instructed to regroup there during emergencies."

Marcus nodded once.

"Right."

Another scream came from outside. Louder this time. Closer.

The tavern door swung open as two people rushed in, one of them bleeding from the arm.

"They’re flying low!" one of them shouted.

Marcus turned back to Elaina.

"What’s the usual response when monsters hit the city?"

Elaina tightened her grip on her cloak.

"All available adventurers are mobilized. Regardless of rank."

Marcus’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"So everyone gets called in."

"Yes," she said. "The guild issues an emergency notice. Anyone capable of fighting is expected to respond."

Marcus glanced toward the door, then back at her.

"And the higher ranks?"

Elaina hesitated for a moment.

Then her expression shifted.

"...That’s a problem."

Marcus caught it immediately.

"What?"

She shook her head once.

"Most of the C-rank and above adventurers left this morning."

"For what?"

"Multiple contracts outside Berm. Escort missions, monster suppression, trade route clearance."

Marcus exhaled slowly.

"So the city’s light on experienced fighters."

Elaina nodded.

"I don’t recall any B-rank currently stationed here."

Marcus looked toward the window.

A shadow passed over the light outside.

Too fast.

A second later—

A sharp, tearing screech cut through the air.

The entire tavern went still for half a second.

Then the panic doubled.

Marcus stepped toward the door and pushed it open slightly.

He looked up.

Something moved above the rooftops. It was indeed a wyvern. It looked like a dragon but it is small but it has this fearsome screech that could send chills to anyone’s spine.

Well, this is also an opportunity for him to rise up the ranks. If he could take down those wyverns, definitely the guild won’t give him such a mundane quest.

He thought of a weapon that is best to use against them. Well, surely heat-seeking missiles won’t work as they don’t produce enough heat signature to lock on.

Marcus stepped back inside and let the door swing half-closed.

He needed something else.

He ran through options in his head and while at it, Elaina approached him.

"Do you think you can help?" Elaina asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

"I can but if I defeat those wyverns, will I get promoted?" Marcus asked.

"Wha..." Elaina’s eyes widened. "You are thinking about that now?"

"Yes I do, look, I am an adventurer capable of taking them down but I need you to promise me that if I kill those wyverns in the city, I’ll get promoted."

Elaina thought for a moment and then spoke.

"Fine," Elaina said. "If you can take those monsters down, I’ll personally recommend you for promotion."

Marcus held her gaze for a second.

"Good enough."

Another screech cut across the street outside. Closer this time. Something slammed into wood. A beam cracked.

Elaina flinched.

"Well you can’t get out, it’s not safe. Watch me how I’ll take them down," Marcus said as he thought of a weapon suitable for this task.

The FIM-92 Stinger. He opened his system interface and went to the shop tab. He browsed for that item specifically and checked how much it was.

The price flashed in front of him.

FIM-92 Stinger — 7,000 MC ; 500 per round.

Marcus scanned the line again.

He didn’t hesitate.

"Buying."

He confirmed the purchase and the item was in his inventory.

He materialized it out of his inventory and the FIM-92 Stinger was now in his hands.

"What is that?" Elaina asked, scanning the tube Marcus had just summoned from his inventory.

"This is one of my magic," Marcus simply said. "Now, let’s go hunting."