Aventurero の小説・ストーリー

We rolled in at twilight, sun bleeding behind the mountains, dust devils dancing. Twenty Sinaloa soldiers in tan armor, AKs loose, skull paint on their faces. Three black Suburbans idling behind them. Their boss stepped out last: Mateo “El Santo” Valdez—6’5”, 280 pounds of muscle and money, gold-plated Desert Eagle on his hip, white guayabera open, Santa Muerte inked huge across his chest. Smile like a shark on two legs. He opened his arms. “Riven Kane. La Reina Fantasma.

One of them asked the man in front of me and he nodded before rising to his feet, "For now. Mr. Yuturo will be excited at the progress but the main task is smuggling her out. This is the Devil's City. Sneaking in is easier but leaving, it's suicidal" I initially wanted to remain quiet but their talk was just something I just could bye ignore anymore. "Who are you smuggling out? What the fvck are you talking about?" My ears are not messing with me, right? "Oh..." He cleared his throat and faced me, "Forgive us for the distraction, Princess. I'm Mario Kart, a distant relative of the Di Marco and these are my loyal men. We would spend hours knowing their name so right now I'm the important one"

Something’s always waiting to explode. After a brief, uneventful exchange, I head off. Next up is Valentine. I’ve worked with the vampire before—he’s sharp, smarter than most, and he knows how to stay on top of the real threats. There’s been talk of a new hunter sect forming, and Nero wants me to find out how much of it is true. Valentine’s the only one I trust with this kind of information. I meet Valentine at dusk in an old diner on the outskirts. The place smells like burnt coffee and fried food, but it’s quiet enough for a conversation like this. Valentine is already sitting in a booth when I arrive, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Typical.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

He said, “Killer, you have a grudge against Tyrant, but we don't. Don't direct your anger at me. If you want revenge, go find him yourself.” Killer looked at him for a while before closing his eyes again. Killer's real name was Santiago Roland, and he was a native of Somerland. He was the leader of a small mercenary group in Chaos Land, and was powerful and very famous in the country. He had liked practicing martial arts since he was a child. His parents were in the reselling business, operating between a small country and Somerland. They bought resources from these places at a low price and shipped them to Somerland for resale. Hence, his family was pretty well-off.

Andrew smiled and pulled her up, and the two continued their escape. He explained, "That guy's name is Jahmir Robles, a notorious lone wolf from the Northern Martial Union. Among the powerhouses at the martial emperor level, most have retired or semi-retired, prioritizing reputation and seniority. But this man? He's like a vulture, ruthless and shameless."

Feline added. "I appreciate your honesty lady ... I'm Nate Guevarra, leader of Rogue Sharks. Nice to meet you, Mr. Del Fero." Nate said and looked at Ian. "You know me well," I replied to Nate. "Of course. Del Feros is rare but mighty. Am I right?" He added. "I think you don't need an alliance, sorry for the bother. Nice meeting you too Mr. Guevarra." I turned to leave. "I'm willing to help Mr. Del Fero," Nate called.

She looked down and saw Ganzorig flinging Temujin away like a cat would a mouse. “Avast, Princess!” her captor shouted as he unhooked crescent moon knives from his belt. “Ye can’t help yer friend if ye can’t even help yerself!” “I’m sorry but who are you?” Aki asked in panic, trying to gauge the level of her new challenger. “Ye’ve crossed blades with Zaterra, th’ drifter. Wild Card o’ th’ Seven Seas.”

I pointed the tattooed one, “The hooligan, you said you were coming for me. What did you mean by that?” “And you, what is happening here?” I glared at Lorenzo next. “My name is not hooligan for crying out loud. I am Vernero Cattanio.” He boasted proudly like I was supposed to know he was.

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan