(A/N: I edited the first few chapters to fix the Natalia issue... Also, I only edited the important parts.)

The golden light of the evening illuminated the whole atmosphere, making it beautiful and serene. Yet today, not a single soul in the Dulia town had the luxury to appreciate it.

The whole town was in an uproar. A flurry of residents ran toward their homes as fast as they could. While the guild master and the guard captain led hundreds of adventurers and town guards to the southern gate of the town. 

The walls stood strong with a 7m height, emitting an invisible domineering air. But their might paled in comparison to the majestic presence approaching from the outside.

The walls could withstand for a good amount of time even if an army of monsters attacked at once. But if the enemy itself is a flying one, what purpose would they serve?

Many guards and adventurers with long-ranged attack hastily climbed the wall as did the guild master 'Albert' and the guard captain 'Alban'.

Alban hurriedly gave some orders to arrange them in a formation to face the impending calamity.

But as Albert saw the shape of the calamity, he couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "We are doomed…!"

Alban heard it clearly as he was standing beside him. As he was more occupied in arranging the warriors, he didn't see it. But as his sight moved in the southern direction, he froze with eyes wide open.

All of them were terrified as they looked at the creature before them. They stared at it in a daze, and couldn't control their bodies from trembling. Cold sweat ran down their backs and they couldn't help but have a second thought of fleeing.

Around 200 meters away from them they saw a huge 20m long flying creature. Its green scales shined brightly as the evening sunlight gave them a golden hue. It leisurely flapped its huge wings to approach its delicious prey, its two legs curled up for the ease of its flight. It was an adult wyvern.

Just as the warriors were staring at it with a stupor, a deep voice woke them up from their shock, "What, giving up already? If we give up without even trying, our friends and families will just become food for that monster! It possesses enough strength to destroy this whole town… not a single one of them will be left alive."

As the guild master said this, he paused for a moment before continuing, "We only have two choices: either we die cowering in fear or we bravely fight it and defeat that thing and save our loved ones who are still believing in us that we would slay the monster. What do you choose?"

There was a moment of silence but someone broke it with a shout, "Fight!"

"FIGHT!"

"FIGHT!"

"FIGHT!"

And soon everyone followed.

"Let's show that bastard monster that we humans are not weak beings. That for our family, we would even slay a dragon!" the guild master exclaimed.

"Ooohhh!" Their morale went high as they let out a battle cry.

"And whoever deals a greater damage to it, this big sister will personally reward him~" a melodious voice rang out from a voluptuous mature beauty. Her meaty body jiggled with her declaration making the men salivate at the sight.

"Woooohoooooo!!!" The warriors became even more excited.

Captain Alban smiled and gave the orders, "Archers, take your aim. Aim at its weak spot, its head. Only fire, wind, and earth magicians should attack; water magicians, wait for the instructions and stay on guard."

"Lord Hardy has arrived." Someone shouted from below to declare the arrival of the mayor. With that, everyone's morale increased by a notch. It was obvious as the captain, the guild master, and the mayor were the only three people of the Dulia town with strength equal to an A-ranked adventurer.

By this time, the Wyvern had already covered up 100m distance. The defense battle began.

Tens of arrows flew towards its head followed by fireballs, wind blades, earth bullets, and some long-ranged skills. It was a colorful spectacle and everyone was hoping for at least a minor injury.

But as the arrows approached the wyvern's head, it opened its sinister mouth and spewed out a huge amount of scorching flame, destroying approaching arrows and magic attacks. Only a few attacks hit it, which were insufficient to deal any damage to its iron tough scales.

The heatwaves even approached the warriors from such a distance, making them even more drenched in sweat. When they saw the wyvern's might and how easily it repelled their attacks, despair clenched their hearts. They started to feel helpless.

The captain was in a similar state, but he couldn't afford to lose his composure. "It should take some time to release its second breath. Aim for that gap. First row: fire your arrows. Rest should attack once its fire breath disappears."

With great expectations, the warriors followed the order. And it succeeded. Hope returned to them as the wyvern writhed in pain with some good amount of injuries.

But the creature had already closed the distance. If they do not move below, its breath will turn them into ashes. The captain quickly gave an order to retreat and they soon got into another formation on the ground.

"Ready the ballistae. Archers focus on creating an opening…" Captain Alban barked some more orders showing composure and patience befitting his post.

The atmosphere was tense, as they waited for the monster's arrival. The temperature was a bit high which was the cause of their perspiration. Maybe that's why their hearts were pounding like crazy.

As soon as the creature appeared in sight, everyone followed their initial plan and waited for the fire breath to die down after the first wave of arrows, so that they would fire their ballistae bolts. They were sure of its might.

*Swoosh*

*Boom*

But as the opportunity to fire their second wave of powerful attacks arrived, just before the captain could shout his order, everyone stood there dumbfounded, their jaws touching the ground by what they saw. Many of them rubbed their eyes to confirm that their eyes are not playing tricks on them.

The monster seemed to have disappeared with a *swoosh* sound, followed by a boom.

*Bam* *Bam* *Bam*

Everyone stood there in confusion thinking about what might have happened. But someone had to confirm the situation. So the captain sent a guard.

The guard quickly climbed the wall and soon his heart rejoiced in happiness with what he saw. He shouted in delight, "The monster is defeated!"

"WHAT?" Everyone shouted in unison.

The guild master soon confirmed the situation by climbing himself. "A young boy is punching that thing like a punching bag," he said with a wry smile as the other two important figures climbed onto the walls.

And as the captain saw the boy, his heart shook as he stood there in a daze. But it didn't even last for a second as he quickly ordered to open the gates with a voice filled with a lot of emotions.

…

Captain Alban hastily rushed out of the gates as soon as they were opened and approached the familiar figure.

His steps slowed down as he stood before the young boy, staring at him in a daze. The boy in front of him had a wild appearance with a tall and muscular build, wearing something resembling a cloak made up from beast skin.

Alban's gaze moved to the wyvern just to see its brutally beaten head with its eyes bulging out. Its mouth opened a little, enough to reveal its sharp sinister teeth as the tongue limply lay outside it. It was clear that it was dead.

His sight again moved towards the boy's face. He opened his mouth to say something but found himself unable to mutter anything, his words stuck in his throat.

He desperately controlled his chaotic emotions and finally muttered a single word, "...son!"