Desperate Situation

Two old friends of over a decade were talking and laughing merrily in the tavern. The bard's story was also utterly captivating, and quite a few people wished they could transform into the male lead and enforce their own justice in the city that had plunged into the Abyss.

In truth, very few professionals frequented the tavern. Even if there were any, most were low- or mid-class adventurers, or else rather irregular mercenaries. Yet who didn't harbor a bit of eighth-grade syndrome in their heart?

Thump.

The heavy door was pushed open.

The pouring rain outside was blown straight into the room by the howling wind.

Just as someone looked toward the newcomer with extreme displeasure, a rather pretty little girl was seen kneeling on the ground, her face streaked with tears as she wiped them incessantly and cried, "Please, I'm begging you, please save my family. I went out to buy groceries and came back to find my parents dragged away by demons. Please..."

A scarred, burly man stepped forward. Who knew whether the bard's recent nonstop rambling had applied a buff to him, but right then, he spoke with an air of righteous indignation, "Little girl, speak slowly, or take us to your house to have a look. At least get a handle on the situation first."

"Hey, hey, hey, speak for yourself, okay? We didn't say we were going."

"Going is fine too. Little girl, what do you plan to use as payment, he-he-he." A Low-Class Professional revealed a wretched, infatuated grin.

The little girl retreated in terror two steps, only to be tripped by the threshold and tumble to the ground. Falling into the muddy water, she instantly burst out wailing.

The many grown men in the tavern felt somewhat embarrassed. Among them, the most wretched