A Mob Character Who Just Wants to Get Banished and Escape This Death Game vs. The Party Members Driven Mad by the Radiance of His Brilliance - Chapter 4

The moment we opened the hatch to the frontlines, a severed, bl00d-dripping head rolled inside.

Without so much as a twitch of her brow, Isfana grabbed the lifeless, fear-frozen head and tossed it aside onto a pile of corpses.
What awaited us beyond that hatch was nothing short of hell.

“M-My arm! My ARM!! Damn it, damn it—DIE, you filthy fae bastards!”

“Hey, hey… what happened to your arm below the shoulder…?”

Behind us, from the artillery zone, metal shells shrieked through the air in an endless barrage.
Soldiers, soaked in mud, were screaming and firing their guns like madmen.

The constant roar of explosions and agonized screams threatened to rupture our eardrums.

And yet, the fae never stopped advancing.

They came in all forms—monstrous beasts, grotesque distortions of the human body, even black shadows slithering along the ground like snakes.
Each one took pleasure in toying with their human prey.

These were fae who fed on human flesh.
It was a banquet of bl00d, and the battlefield echoed with the cries of despair.

“I-I don’t want to die!”

Drawing the longsword from my hip, I slashed through the swollen, pig-faced fae that had been bearing down on a wounded soldier.

The soldier, whose legs had already been mangled, stared at me in stunned silence.

“A hunter… he’s a hunter…”

“Where’s your commanding officer? Just tell me quickly.”

I grabbed the front of the soldier’s uniform and asked firmly.
I wanted to offer some comforting words—but this wasn’t the place. The entire outpost was barely hanging on.

“T-The battalion commander should be in that bunker over there… He gave the order to hold the line until reinforcements arrived, but we haven’t heard from him since…”

“Got it. Thanks.”

“W-Wait—!”

I tossed the soldier toward the hatch we’d come from.

It wasn’t a decision I wanted to make.
But in this chaos, there was no time to carry him out myself. I could only pray someone would get him to safety.

We sprinted toward the bunker.

The fae surged in, trying to block our path.

But unfortunately for them, we hunters aren’t so easily stopped.

“Hey, you fae scum—go die somewhere else.”

With golden steam leaking from her activated mana furnace, Isfana pointed her finger and issued the command.

The fae obeyed.

They killed themselves without hesitation, as if compelled by an invisible force.

Anyone who heard and understood Isfana’s command was bound to obey it.
That was her curse-like gift—an unholy magical power granted only to a genius.

Suddenly, a hulking, foul-smelling giant of a fae lunged from behind, clearly intending to take Isfana down with it.

“Perfect timing. You there—giant fae—become my shield.”

The giant immediately dropped to one knee, shielding her with its body.
A moment later, a one-eyed fae behind it released a blinding flash of magic.

Classic fae tactics—friendly fire meant nothing to them.

The sheer force of the light was too much for even the giant’s thick body to absorb.

The beam burst through its flesh and kept going, racing toward Isfana’s face.

She scoffed, clearly unimpressed.

“That obnoxious beam? Turn around and kill the one who cast it.”

As if alive, the yellow light twisted in mid-air and reversed course—
before violently tearing through the chest of the one-eyed fae that cast it.

“Hmm… I’ll keep those distant ones busy for a while.”

As Morglaid whispered this, petals began to scatter from his body.

Soft and snow-white, the petals floated like a cloud, surrounding the distant fae and obscuring them from view.

When the flower storm cleared, the fae collapsed—withered and brittle like dried-out plants.

But just then, a shadow slipped behind Morglaid. A black fae, as gaunt as a skeleton, wrapped its hand around his head.

It rattled, mocking him, as if to say, “That was easy.”

“My, my… that gave me quite the scare.”

In the next instant, Morglaid’s pale, snow-white arm wrapped around the fae’s neck.

His body, seemingly crushed just moments before, burst into a shower of red petals, scattering in the wind.

The petals circled behind the fae and reassembled into Morglaid once more.

The black fae, now in his arms, crumbled like a sandcastle—reduced to dust.

One by one, we cut through the fae in our path, carving a route to the bunker where the battalion commander was supposed to be.

When we finally reached it and stormed inside, a young officer turned toward us in shock.

“A-Are you… the ones we requested…?”

“Yes. We’re the reserve hunter unit. Who’s in command here?”

There was no time for formalities.
I scanned the soldiers gathered in the bunker.

Most were injured.
One man, missing an arm, was still clinging to a machine gun.

Clearly, leadership wasn’t in the best condition.

The officer who had first seen us quickly saluted.

“I—I’m the one currently in charge. The battalion commander and all the officers below him have been killed. I’m just a squad leader, but I’ve assumed command of the battalion.”

“Then we’ll follow your lead to defend this position. Please give your orders immediately.”

Even if hunters are powerful, fae aren’t so simple that you can beat them by rushing in blindly.
As per protocol, we operate under the field commander’s orders.

“This is insane. Are they seriously telling us to hold this position?!”

“That’s the order we received.”

The officer’s voice cracked in disbelief.

But I couldn’t argue.
Those orders had come from someone far above us.

“How stupid is this military…? If a few hunters could fix everything, this battalion wouldn’t be on the verge of collapse!”

The officer, head in his hands, made me realize something:
He was probably new to the battlefield and hadn’t yet witnessed how hunters fight.

I mean, let’s be honest—whether in the game or in real life, hunters are monsters among men, hand-picked from humanity’s finest.
They’re like bombers or missiles from the old world.

In other words, they’re built to turn hopeless battles into victories.

“We hunters are elite fae-slayers. It takes quite a bit to kill us. So please, don’t worry about feasibility—just tell us what you want done.”

“But… this is madness, even for you.”

“We’re used to reckless missions.”

I pressed him firmly.
The pale officer, still trembling, pointed a shaky finger toward a concrete bunker far ahead—likely the battalion’s intended stronghold.

“C-Can you… can you wipe out all the fae between here and that bunker… just the three of you?”

“Understood.”

That’s it? If that’s all it takes to secure this base, then today’s duty might not be as bad as I thought.

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“What… what are they…?”

The officer stood dumbfounded, mouth agape, watching the hunters carry out what had sounded like a death sentence.

“Are those hunters really human…? We’ve been fighting tooth and nail just to hold them back—and they’re slaughtering the fae like it’s nothing…”

Every time the silver-haired woman released a swirl of petals, dozens—hundreds—of fae were instantly drained of life and dropped dead.

Even fae that shrugged off artillery barrages—those built like tanks—were helpless.
They withered, collapsed, and died like flowers in frost.

The red-eyed woman was worse.

She merely spoke, and fae would die on command.

As for the party leader, the man who had spoken to the officer just moments earlier—he looked like nothing more than an ordinary soldier.

But when the longsword at his waist gleamed…

Fae around him exploded into chunks of flying meat.

To the officer, this wasn’t a human. He wasn’t even a fae. He was something far more terrifying.

“Well, looks like we’ll survive this one.”

An old veteran in his squad let out a tired sigh and sat down, clearly relieved.
Compared to the officer, this man had much more experience fighting fae—and he was someone the officer deeply trusted.

“W-What… what are they?”

“That would be the legendary hero, Sir Mikkanen, and his party.”

“There’s not a single hunter in this war more reliable than them.”

Hearing this, the officer turned once more to look at the field—at the mountain of fae corpses and the figures standing atop them.

Softly, almost to himself, he repeated the name he’d just learned.

“The hero of humanity… Mikkanen…”