Modern Weapons Cheat in Fantasy World-Chapter 25: Reporting to the Guild

An hour later, Marcus arrived at the spot of the wyvern nest. The smell suddenly hit him. The charred flesh mixed with burned earth and something sour that clung to the air.

He slowed as he approached the base of the ridge.

The ground told the story before he even looked up.

Scattered debris lay across the slope, blackened chunks of rock, fragments of bone, and pieces of wing membrane torn apart and hardened by heat. Some areas were still smoking faintly, thin lines of gray rising from the soil where the blasts had struck.

He stepped over a large piece of something that had once been part of a wing. The surface was brittle, edges curled inward, the structure collapsed from the heat.

Marcus kept moving.

His eyes shifted upward.

The overhang was no longer intact.

What had once been a sheltered pocket in the cliff was now broken open. Sections of rock had collapsed inward, leaving jagged edges and exposed surfaces where the missiles had hit. The ledges where the wyverns had perched were gone, replaced by uneven scars along the stone.

He climbed the slope carefully, boots pressing into loose dirt and shattered rock.

Halfway up, he paused.

One of the bodies lay there.

Or what was left of it.

The torso was intact enough to recognize, but the wings were gone, torn off or burned away. The scales had darkened, cracked in several places, some peeled back to reveal tissue underneath.

No movement.

Marcus watched it for a second longer.

Then he moved on.

At the top, he stepped onto what used to be the nest.

The ground here was uneven, layered with ash and debris. Bits of bone were scattered across the surface. Broken eggshells lay among them, crushed or burned, their contents long gone.

He crouched and picked up a fragment.

The shell was thick, heavier than it looked. The inside was blackened.

He let it fall.

Marcus stood and scanned the area.

He shifted his gaze to the deeper section of the collapsed overhang. The interior was partially visible now, the blasts having opened it up.

He walked toward it.

The floor inside was covered in debris. Larger remains were piled near the back, partially buried under fallen rock. The heat had done its job. Nothing here looked capable of moving again.

Which means, the mission was a success.

"I’ll have to report this to the Adventurer’s guild and earn my reward," Marcus muttered to himself.

He turned away from the overhang and stepped back onto the ridge, boots crunching over ash and broken stone. The air was still warm in pockets, heat trapped in the rock where the blasts had struck. It would take hours before the ground fully cooled.

Two hours later, the night has already descended on the city of Berm. And the magic lamp poles illuminated the roads and streets.

He could still see the people working on the repairs of the city. While at it, he checked his system. In the inventory were the drone and HIMARS and his military credits, well, let’s just say he’d need a conversion. Which is why he must claim his reward.

Arriving at the adventurer’s guild, it was busy as usual. But the moment they saw him, everything stopped.

"Oh look, it’s the one who killed the wyvern."

"Didn’t the guild tasked him to clear out a wyvern’s nest."

"Wait if he is here then..."

"He has done it?!"

Marcus didn’t stop.

He walked straight through the hall, past the tables, past the groups that had gone quiet mid-conversation.

Eyes followed him, but he didn’t return a single glance.

At the front desk, Elaina was already there. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

She had been speaking to another adventurer, but the moment she saw him, she stopped.

Her posture straightened, attention locked on him.

"Marcus," she said. "Why are you back so quick?"

"That’s because I finished my job," Marcus simply said, tapping the desk with his knuckles once.

"...You’re serious," she said after a second.

"Yes. So when are you going to send a party there to confirm it?"

Elaina held his gaze for a moment, then straightened.

"Immediately," she said. "I’ll notify the Guildmaster. Come with me upstairs."

"Okay."

He stepped around the counter as Elaina moved first, already heading toward the stairs at the back.

They went up the stairs and into the corridor above.

The guards at the far end were already alert. One of them stepped forward as Elaina approached.

"Guildmaster is inside," he said.

Elaina nodded once and knocked.

"Enter."

She pushed the door open and stepped in. Marcus followed.

The Guildmaster was already standing behind his desk this time, one hand resting on the map spread across it. He looked up the moment they entered.

"You’re back sooner than expected," he said.

Marcus stopped a few steps in.

"Job’s done."

The Guildmaster’s eyes stayed on him.

"Explain."

Marcus stepped closer to the desk.

"Eastern ridge. Same location you marked. Overhang used as nest. Multiple adults present. Clustered. I hit the site directly."

The Guildmaster’s fingers pressed slightly against the edge of the map.

"Result?"

"Complete annihilation of the wyvern’s nest."

Silence held for a second.

Then the Guildmaster exhaled once and turned his head slightly.

"Send the verification team now," he said.

One of the guards outside answered immediately.

"Yes."

Footsteps moved away down the corridor.

The Guildmaster looked back at Marcus.

"You’re certain there are no survivors?"

"Yes, I checked it out personally, nothing could have survived that."

"What do you mean by that?" the guildmaster tilted his head to the side as if realizing something.

And Marcus didn’t answer as he had realized that he had spoken too much.

"Well, if it’s true then we will give you the award as stated in the contract."

"That is what I’m looking for, guildmaster. So it’ll be verified by tomorrow right since the party is being assembled."

"Correct. You can come back here tomorrow afternoon. It’s done by that time."

Marcus nodded. "Afternoon, got it!"