The Adventurers' Guild's First Commission-An Extra Chapter for the League Leader, Please Vote for Monthly Tickets! 615

(An extra chapter for our brother "Too Sleepy to Get Up," 1/5)

"Those damn things are charging again!"

A shout rang out from the crowd, followed by Happy Stick's booming voice echoing through the darkness:

"Don't panic, warriors! Grip your spears! I picked this terrain specially. As long as you don't retreat, those ghouls won't get through! Shield-bearers in the front, hold your ground! Plant your shields in the earth and lean into them! You're the steel wall protecting your brothers!

"Now, count down from three!

"Three, two, one!

"Jab forward!"

"Roar!"

Following Stick's orders, the newcomers—who had only been in the game for a few days—put all their strength into thrusting their spears over the shields of the men in front. Their points shot forward in unison.

In an instant, the spears formed a forest of steel, piercing the bodies of the ghouls as they came howling at them.

But against ghouls that had already died once, this attack was little more than a drizzle. Apart from hindering their attempts to claw at the players, it did no real damage.

The spear in Good Job's hands trembled a little.

It wasn't just the drag he'd felt when the spearhead had pierced flesh. Beyond the shield-bearing brother in front of him, with his teeth bared, he could see the ghoul's savage, hideous face and hear its furious roars.

He could even smell its disgusting stench. It was enough to make him gag.

He was currently at Sewer Entrance No. 4, holding the line with twenty other brothers against the ghouls trying to reach the surface. If he'd had a choice, Good Job wouldn't have taken on this exhausting job. It was nothing like the easy, carefree gaming life he'd imagined.

"Brother Stick! Brother Stick, we can't hold them!"

A disheveled,