I am Specialist Alcopone Serrano.
One of the Squad Captains of the 69th Battalion.
I always make sure to add the title of Specialist in front of my na to make people understand that I was soone veeeery important.
Just like the people who were in the sa field as , "plausible deniability is our best friend."
So, what does plausible deniability an?
The answer to that depends on who was asking.
But to explain it in the simplest terms, when you see your bro doing sothing against military rules, which could potentially cause problems if brought out in the open, the thing we do is pretend it never happened.
Why? Because if they weren't caught, then it didn't happen.
As a Specialist, we wouldn't do our bros dirty. After all, we knew that if we were all suddenly thrown into the battlefield, it was our bros who would always have our backs.
Whenever they ask what my specialization was, I just tell them that "I am the person who gets the job done with as minimal effort as possible."
This alone made the ladies look at favorably.
Well, I couldn't help it. I'm tall, charismatic, and incredibly handso.
But right now, I found myself questioning why a Specialist like was currently running away from a Rank 4 Night Wolf that suddenly popped out of nowhere while I was doing my scouting mission!
And to make matters worse, the F*cker wasn't alone.
Nah.
He brought his friends with him, and at that mont, I knew that I f*cked up.
Even with the rank of an Initiate, I knew that engaging with these monsters would be similar to having a delicious dinner in a five-star restaurant.
But there was one problem.
I was the dinner!
"You F*ckers, get away from !" I roared in anger as I started shooting the bastards with my assault rifle.
I was regretting my decision to volunteer for this mission, which was sothing a Specialist should never do.
As part of the Mafia, it was beneath us to volunteer for anything.
Unless we were voluntold.
(A/N: Voluntold ans forced to Volunteer.)
However, our Battalion Commander told that if I agreed to take on this mission, he would help have dinner with that hot chick from the Riggs Family.
Brothers and sisters, I would greatly appreciate it if none of you judge .
I an, if your superior officer promised to help you eat so cake, would you refuse it?
Hell no!
You would nod your head and accept that invitation!
While the other soldiers like to stuff themselves with Donuts, we Specialists would rather stuff our faces with cake.
What? Am I not afraid of getting Type-2 Diabetes?
Hahaha! What a silly question.
I drink energy drinks every day. The military lives off of caffeine and nicotine.
If you were a man, you man up and eat that cake with grace.
No one liked that guy who was invited to a birthday party but refused to eat cake.
I an, co on, bro~ you need to take one for the team.
But right now, I wish I hadn't taken one for the team!
Blinded by the promise of a dinner date, I went deeper behind enemy lines in order to impress our Commander.
Although I already saw the signs that there was plenty of Jinn activity in the area, I decided to take a leap of fate and push a little deeper.
I had always been confident in my ability to escape, and if I were to fight a one-on-one battle, I was confident that I could win as long as the disparity in Rank wasn't that high.
Unfortunately, I seem to have forgotten that this Continent was helplessly overtaken by Jinns and that we weren't just dealing with hundreds of monsters that were being spewed out by a Dinsional Gate—no, we were dealing with hordes of them!
Just as I thought that I had finally increased the gap between and my pursuers, I made one very regrettable wrong turn and found myself staring at dozens of Centipedes, so many that it would make those with Chilopodophobia scream like little girls.
"Sh*t," I said as I found myself encircled from all sides.
I knew that the Rigel Continent was dangerous, but it didn't really register in my head that it would be this dangerous.
Knowing that there was no longer any place to escape, I shot a flare to the night sky, informing everyone of my location.
I just hoped that my Battalion Commander would arrive with reinforcents before I beca Jinn Poop.
As I prepared to make my final stand, the monsters didn't disappoint and lunged at from every direction.
"I'll be taking you all with f*ckers!" I cursed and my assault rifle roared to life.
Blood spilled in the surroundings as I hit the monsters around .
Unfortunately, my effort alone wasn't enough, proven by one of the Wolves who managed to graze my body when it lunged at from behind.
The montum pushed to the side and made roll on the ground.
Knowing that staying still was equivalent to death, I helped myself roll a bit more and used the montum to prop myself up from the ground.
But the Rank 4 Night Wolf was faster than . Before I could even regain my footing, I found myself staring at its wide-open jaws filled with razor-sharp teeth.
My life flashed in front of like an award-winning movie.
In the end, the last thing that flashed before my eyes was the beautiful lady from the Riggs Family with one of the hottest bodies I had seen in my life.
Ti seed to have slowed down considerably as I watched the Night Wolf and its buddies lunge at from every direction.
It was a checkmate.
Regardless of what I did, no matter how much I struggled, the ending was as clear as day.
However, just as I was cursing my Commander for tempting with cake, the ground beside rose up, and a seven-ter-
tall monster, which looked like a Skunk, appeared and swatted the Rank 4 Night Wolf as if it was just a fly.
It did the sa to the other Wolves, making them yelp in pain and fright.
The Centipedes, who sensed that the monster that appeared was very strong, hurriedly scattered in every direction and ran away into the night.
When everything was over, the seven-ter-tall monster shrank until it beca a three-ter-tall monster.
I thought that the monster only killed the Wolves because it wanted to have the right to eat .
But when I gazed at those gentle eyes, which glowed like flas in the darkness, I saw the Monster Skunk raise its hand as if giving a thumbs up.
It was as if it was saying "I got you Fam." I was so touched that it made almost hug it and kiss it to oblivion.
The sound of countless Humvees approaching our location soon sounded. At that mont, the skunk patted my shoulder and pointed at the Rank 4 Night Wolf before it was swallowed up by the ground under its feet, disappearing from sight.
At first, I thought that I was just dreaming. But, after seeing that the monsters were still lying on the ground in their death throes, I figured that it wasn't a dream.
Among them was a Rank 4 Night Wolf barely alive and unable to pose any threat to . Seeing that, I summoned my two-
handed sword and stabbed its eye, ending its life.
A mont later, I received a notification that I acquired the Avatar ofRank 4 Night Wolf, making rember that aweso Skunk who left the Night Wolf as a gift.
"Wow. Did you manage to kill all of these monsters on your own?" Colbert asked in surprise.
"Of course," I replied with the most charismatic smile that I could muster. "I am a Specialist after all."
Since I believed that my Brother Skunk didn't want to be ntioned, I decided to take all the credit and called it a night.
My comrades from the Mafia looked at with admiration, and I just smiled and told them how I single-handedly dealt with the monsters on my own.
"Great work, Captain."
I turned to look at my Commander with a winning smile on my face.
"Mission accomplished, Sir," I saluted, feeling all happy that I was able to live another day.
But I made a ntal note to not do anything too dangerous again in the future unless it was worth the danger.
I was feeling very tired from this short adventure of mine and just wanted to hit the sack and get so shut-eye.
For all that trouble, I made sure to never forget the cake Zion Leventis promised to help get. That alone would make the ordeal I faced more rewarding than I originally thought it would be.
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