Chapter 339 A Specialist’s Creed 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 name to make people understand that I was someone veeeery important. Just like the people who were in the same field as me, "plausible deniability is our best friend." So, what does plausible deniability mean? The answer to that depends on who was asking. But to explain it in the simplest terms, when you see your bro doing something 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 me 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 me favorably. Well, I couldn't help it. I'm tall, charismatic, and incredibly handsome. But right now, I found myself questioning why a Specialist like me 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. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢 Nah. He brought his friends with him, and at that moment, 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 me!" 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 something 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 means forced to Volunteer.) However, our Battalion Commander told me that if I agreed to take on this mission, he would help me have dinner with that hot chick from the Riggs Family. Brothers and sisters, I would greatly appreciate it if none of you judge me. I mean, if your superior officer promised to help you eat some 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 mean, come 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 Dimensional Gate—no, we were dealing with hordes of them! Just as I thought that I had finally increased the gap between me 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 reinforcements before I became Jinn Poop. As I prepared to make my final stand, the monsters didn't disappoint and lunged at me from every direction. "I'll be taking you all with me f*ckers!" I cursed and my assault rifle roared to life. Blood spilled in the surroundings as I hit the monsters around me. Unfortunately, my effort alone wasn't enough, proven by one of the Wolves who managed to graze my body when it lunged at me from behind. The momentum pushed me to the side and made me roll on the ground. Knowing that staying still was equivalent to death, I helped myself roll a bit more and used the momentum to prop myself up from the ground. But the Rank 4 Night Wolf was faster than me. 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 me 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. Time seemed to have slowed down considerably as I watched the Night Wolf and its buddies lunge at me 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 me with cake, the ground beside me rose up, and a seven-meter- 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 same 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-meter-tall monster shrank until it became a three-meter-tall monster. I thought that the monster only killed the Wolves because it wanted to have the right to eat me. But when I gazed at those gentle eyes, which glowed like flames in the darkness, I saw the Monster Skunk raise its hand as if giving me a thumbs up. It was as if it was saying "I got you Fam." I was so touched that it made me almost hug it and kiss it to oblivion. The sound of countless Humvees approaching our location soon sounded. At that moment, 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 me. Seeing that, I summoned my two- handed sword and stabbed its eye, ending its life. A moment later, I received a notification that I acquired the Avatar ofRank 4 Night Wolf, making me remember that awesome 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 mentioned, I decided to take all the credit and called it a night. My comrades from the Mafia looked at me 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 mental 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 some shut-eye. For all that trouble, I made sure to never forget the cake Zion Leventis promised to help me get. That alone would make the ordeal I faced more rewarding than I originally thought it would be.