I Become Master of Danger Zones as Incubus With Mastery In Genetic

"WHAAAT?!" the commander yelled, his face pale as he heard of the lose of life. Not to mention the death of two battalions, he also lose two B-rankers. They are rare enough, but to lose them, it will hurt the city in the long run.

No doubt, his counterpart in the Adventure Guild suffering the same was as he did. After all, unlike the army that can conscript people into it, the Adventure Guild cannot do so. And the lose of life likely cause the desire to become adventurers to die down, weakening the Adventure Guild in return.

He do hope such thing did not happen, as the Adventure's Guild are needed to help maintain the status quo, as the adventurers coming into the city would add more defenders to help defend the cities in the case of the worse case scenario.

"Huh, I hope the A-rankers will make a move soon," the commander sighed as he prepared to write a report to his higher-ups, hoping they will be lenient on the account of his services.

-x-

"This is bad," the Guild Master said, as he seemed to age another 10 years as he hear of the report. While the number of adventurers killed are less compared to the soldiers, unfortunately, if the losses in the previous few weeks are added, the number of adventurers almost equal the number of dead soldiers.

However, adventurers are often stronger than the equivalent soldiers, the main reason is mainly because of how they needed to be able to hold their own, less they are killed in the line of work.

The Guild Master sighed again. He do hope the higher-ups will accept his excuse, not knowing what he will do if they don't. In the worst case scenario, he could just claim the lack of intels, after all, it is correct.

He prepared himself, hoping he would only get repriminded and not anything else.

-x-

Fortunately for the commander and Guild Master, they escape unscathed, though they did receive some withering words from their higher-ups. Thankfully, they realize the danger and send several powerful fighter, with 2 A-ranks joining the fray, ready to cleanse the area

This chapter upload first at NovelUsb.Com

-x-

"There seem to be nothing here," one of the adventurers said, B-rankers who looked around with trepidation.

"They better be here. I want to avenge the dead adventurers," another one said, his voice filled with rage and desire to slaughter.

"Let's hope so, or this trip will be a waste," as the group walked into the Death Spot, they soon find themselves surrounded by the goblins, hobgoblins and Ogres.

"So, is this how many they are? We need to cull them down or their population will get a lot bigger," the A-rank adventurers said despite being surrounded. Seeing how his presence was ignored, the Swamp Ogres roared.

However, a the top part of it's head was slashed, leaving only the lower jaw, with anything above being cut. The A-rank merely looked bored as he glanced at the remaining 13 Swamp Ogres, along with some of the larger hobgoblins.

"So, how are we going to split up the kills?" the one who killed the Swamp Ogres said with calmness in his voice.

"The one who killed the lowest amount get to treat the others dinner?" another A-rank suggested. When the B-rankers want to object, the A-ranker added, "The A-ranker will be the one doing to treat the others,"

Hearing this, the B-rankers nodded. After all, they are not under the delusion they could compete with A-rankers. So, the slaughter of the Fiend Race begin, screams and blood spilled in the depth of the Marsh.

-x-

"That's all of them," One of the B-rankers added. They looked around, seeing the corpses of the dead Fiends races, especially at the dead Swamp Ogres. Despite them being B-rank monsters, they could not hold a candle against the A-rank adventurers and commanders, who did not break a sweat killing so many at once.

"Let's go back and report of the kills. We only need to report the amount of Swamp Ogres we kill, and maybe the hobgoblins. For the goblins, just say there are too many too count. Besides, they are monsters that can be handled by the weaker adventurers.

The others nodded before making their way into the city, preparing a report mentally.

Meanwhile, on top of one of the trees, an observer clutch his beating heart in an effort to calm himself.

"Is this the difference of B and A-rank?" Alros said to himself. He still could not believe how strong they are. Even a Swamp Ogre, which is something that is hard for him to handle, was killed with ease by the powerhouse.

"Glad I don't meet any of them. Or they going in the first wave. If not, I will waste all the plans and efforts for nothing," the incubus mumbled to himself before flying away. After witnessing the true power of the A-rankers, he decided to not go where they are, for the sake of his continued existence.

-x-

"2 000 soldiers joined the fray, along with almost 200 adventurers. We manage to kill all of the men, and capture all the women, and let one escape. As for the men killed, there are 2 140 men, and we capture 60 women, 2 B-rankers as well.

As for the lose, all of the clones are killed in the battlefield, along with 50 Demonic Lizardmen, 300 Demonic Goblins, and 600 Demonic Slimes. There is no need to count the bugs, as they reproduce quickly, besides, they will reach the lair cap in no time.

As for injuries, there is a lot of minor injuries, but with the Healing Magic Circle, there is no need to worry about that. Now that I reap a lot of rewards from the Marsh of Torim, I should go to the next phase,"

A heavy sigh escape him, "Looks like staying inside the Marsh is inevitable."

-x-

He easily left the city. After all, he is not the only one. With how many adventurers lose their life, it is likely the city will soon be turned into a military outpost, in the event there are little adventurers left in Telerim City.

He would feel bad for being the reason, except he did not. He is a demon and he will remain true to his current race. After all, he enjoyed the perk of being a demon, especially the demon of Lust.

Speaking of Lust, "I hope they are ready for my full onslaught, I can't wait to utterly humiliate them all," a twisted laugh escape his mouth as he imagined the humiliation he would wrought upon the two B-rankers.