The Wrong Hero Has Been Summoned
Chapter 37: Entrance

Chapter 37: Entrance

A few days had passed since the giant worm tore the city apart. The streets were quieter now, but the air still felt heavy—like something bad was waiting to happen. Most folks had been evacuated to Sections C and D, where it was safer.

The nobles got fancy spots in Section A, of course, because that’s how things worked. Section B? It was a ghost town now, empty except for the hunters gearing up for something big.

The pit was the talk of every section.

No one knew how deep it went or what was down there, but the higher-ups weren’t taking chances. They called for hunters from all over to join an expedition into that endless dark hole. Word spread fast: "Fortune and glory for anyone brave enough to go down!"

Not many bit. Sections C and D? Dead silent. Those hunters valued their lives too much to mess with something that screamed "death trap." Section A sent four—B-rank hunters, tough guys with good gear and egos to match.

Add them to Luther’s crew—him, Vess, Selene, and Luna (who got patched up enough to walk)—plus the handful of hunters already in Section B and you had a grand total of 14. Not a big team, but it’d have to do.

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Luther leaned against a broken wall near the pit, chewing on a piece of dried meat. He didn’t look worried—more like he was itching for a fight. The others were nearby, getting ready. Luna sat on a crate, fiddling with her gloves, still a little pale but stubborn as ever. Vess checked her gear, calm and focused, while Selene paced, her sharp eyes scanning the group.

The four B-rank hunters stood off to the side, chatting like they owned the place. Their leader, a tall guy named Garic, had a spear that looked dangerous. He’d been barking orders since they got here, acting like he was in charge.

The other three—two guys with swords and a woman with a bow—followed his lead, nodding at everything he said.

"Fourteen of us," Selene muttered, stopping her pacing to glance at Luther. "You think that’s enough?"

He shrugged, swallowing his bite of meat. "Doesn’t matter. If it’s weak down there, we’ll steamroll it. If it’s strong..." He grinned, a wild spark in his eyes. "Even better."

Luna groaned. "Can you not sound so excited about dying?"

"Who said anything about dying?" he shot back, smirking. "I’m here to win."

Vess stepped over, tightening a strap on her bag. "He’s got a point. Numbers don’t mean much if we don’t know what we’re facing. We need to be smart about this."

"Smart’s overrated," he said, standing up and stretching. "Swing hard, hit fast, don’t die. Easy."

Selene snorted. "Yeah, real genius plan."

Before they could bicker more, Garic marched over, his spear tapping the ground like he was some big shot.

"You lot ready?" he asked, eyeing Luther’s crew like they were amateurs. "We’re heading down in an hour. Council wants answers, and we’re not coming back empty-handed."

Luther tilted his head, sizing him up. "You’re the boss, huh?"

Garic smirked. "Someone’s gotta lead this rabble. You’re the kid who fought the worm, right? Not bad—for a newbie."

Luther’s smirk didn’t budge, but his eyes narrowed. "Keep talking, spear guy. See how that works out."

Garic’s face twitched, but he didn’t push it. He turned to the group instead. "Listen up! We’ve got ropes, torches, and enough supplies for three days. Mages say the pit’s magic is off the charts—dark stuff, maybe demonic. Stay sharp, and don’t wander off. Got it?"

The other hunters nodded. The Section B crew—five of them, including the dagger girl and the ice mage from the worm fight—looked tired but determined. They’d seen what came out of that hole and weren’t backing down now.

Luna raised a hand. "What’s the plan if we find more of those worms?"

"Kill ’em," Garic said, like it was obvious. "Or run. Depends how many."

"Great plan," she muttered under her breath.

Vess glanced at the pit, her expression serious. "If it’s demonic, your sword might give us an edge." She whispered to him.

He looked at her and then at his sword, ’It’s not working though, not sure why but ever since yesterday, its been quiet.’ He thought, his attention shifting back to the pit.

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An hour later, they stood at the edge of the pit. The ropes were tied to stakes hammered into the ground, and torches flickered in the breeze. That dark hole stared back at them, swallowing the light like it was hungry.

Even Luther felt a little chill looking at it—not fear, just... something. Like the pit was alive.

Garic went first, sliding down the rope with his spear strapped to his back. His team followed, then the Section B hunters. Luther’s group went last. He grabbed a rope, grinning at the girls. "Ladies first, or should I show you how it’s done?"

Luna rolled her eyes and slid down without a word. Vess went next, smooth and steady. Selena hesitated, gripping the rope tight. "I hate heights," she grumbled, then started her descent, slow and shaky.

He watched them all going down like ants. "what a lame way to make an entrance." He inhaled and backflipped into the pit without any rope. He went down like a bullet, passing all of them while grinning directly at Garic.

’Fucking brat.’

Darkness swallowed him whole, thick and heavy, like the hole itself was pulling him in. His stomach flipped—not from fear, but from the sheer thrill of it.

’This is more like it,’ he thought, smirking into the void. No ropes, no slow crawling down like the others—just him, free-falling into whatever waited below.

His mind raced as fast as his body. ’This pit... it’s insane. Too deep, too dark. What kind of messed-up place spits out worms like that?’ He couldn’t see a thing, not even his own hands if he held them up. But that didn’t bother him. If anything, it made his blood pump harder.

The unknown was his playground.

A stray thought slipped in as he dropped. ’Been a month since I came in this world, huh?’ A month since he arrived in this strange place—swords, magic, demons, all of it. At first, he was pissed off, but now? ’Not so bad.’ Fighting monsters, swinging his sword, pushing himself to the edge—it was growing on him. Way better than whatever boring fights he left behind.

The air shifted.

A sharp rush of cold blasted up from below, biting at his skin. ’Bottom’s close.’ he realized. Time to stick the landing. He didn’t have much mana left after that worm fight, but he had enough for a trick. Flexing his fingers, he pulled on the ice magic.

"Alright, let’s make this cool," he muttered.

A flicker of blue sparked in his palms, then spread. Frost crackled down his arms, swirling around him like a mini storm. He twisted mid-air, pointing his hands downward, and let the magic loose. Ice shot out in a burst, forming a jagged slide beneath him—a curving, shimmering ramp that spiraled out of the darkness.

He hit it boots-first, sliding fast, the cold air whipping his hair back. The ramp twisted like a rollercoaster, glowing faintly blue against the black. He leaned into it, grinning wide as he picked up speed.

"Yeah, this is how you make an entrance."