Metal Gear Revengeance Monsoon の小説・ストーリー

They say that when the sun is out, the moon will rise. The night will come as soon as the light is gone. The sky will be full of thousands of dots. Varies of colors with glimmering lights. But when the sun is nowhere to be found, that is when the monsters will go around. That is when their fangs will show as they open their mouth. “One bottle of rum, here you go! ” The tavern is full of people. Most of them are adventurers who just got back from doing their commissions. Having a small stay in this small yet cozy tavern has become part of their everyday habit as soon as the moon shows up.

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

Because of the fire at a distance, we could see a good amount of area clearly. That’s why I was able to notice that shuffling of leaves there behind a thick shrub. “Damn it. They are close.” Manuel muttered angrily, but it only made me scoff. “No need to get out. Take your guns out and have bullet-B in them.” I instructed coldly. I removed the binoculars from my eyes and opened my gun. The guard standing near to me gave me the next set of bullets, which I loaded in my gun immediately. It had wolfsbane mixed with the powder inside the bullet.

I replied, I removed the phone from my ear and ended the call immediately, I have better things to deal with at the moment, I heard thunder rumblings, I gently dropped my phone on the table and walked to the mirror, I pulled the curtain open to see that rain was falling heavily, My mind unintentionally flipped back to how Damon helped me under the rain in my past life, I slowly turned to the corner of my room where I placed the umbrella. Damon Gilbert Brown! There’s clearly more to you than the eyes meet!. GERALDINE. “I believe I didn’t stutter when I said things have changed!” Michelle’s phone beeped continuously signalling that she had ended the call, Darn this Harper girl! Michelle slamme

"It is whatever you think it is Margo. I am trying to help your company so I am not going to sit back and let you disrespect me after you made all those awful business decisions that sank your company. Whatever I do, it is for the benefit of the company, because where you failed, I plan to succeed. I will not take kindly to being opposed at every turn" Margo shrugged my hand off her shoulder. "Why? Why are you so invested in MM holdings" "Because I love a good challenge... Because I am bored, oh and let's not forget the good part, because I have to get revenge you see" I grinned, holding Margo's gaze and hoping she saw just how much she disgusted me. We stared at each other for a full minute

His guard dropped just for a fraction of a second—a fatal mistake in the chaos of war. From the corner of his eye, Don Grego saw it. A man from Cora’s clan, a deadly warrior with a bloodlust in his eyes, was creeping up behind Norwan, his blade raised high. The moment stretched in time, and Don Grego's instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, he hurled a small, gleaming blade with expert precision, sending it spiraling through the air. The dagger struck the would-be assassin square in the chest, knocking him to the ground with a sickening thud.

They all bowed down their heads with their gaze fixed to the ground. It's a good thing that I've accomplished what I have been planning. I'm grateful to the moon goddess for granting me my wish. My only wish is to avenge the death of my parents, and I have successfully done it though I hate it for the fact that the moon goddess had to make the daughter of my parents murder my mate. I think I will just reject her because I don't want to have anything to do with her. Whenever I'm around her, it makes me remember my innocent and gentle mother that my mate's father killed. I hate it. I hate her.

I took the remaining one hundred and fifty… the stealthiest, the ones who moved like ghosts… for the primary strike through the tunnel. The eastern ridge was a nightmare of jagged rocks slick with dew and thorny vines that tore at cloaks and skin alike, drawing thin lines of blood that mingled with the morning chill. We crawled low in staggered formation, avoiding motion sensors buried in the soil and drone patrols humming overhead like angry hornets. The horrid stench of Black Moon hit me like a wall… acrid chemical burn from Jade’s endless experiments, wolfsbane ash thick enough to coat the back of my throat. It coated everything, seeping into clothes and lungs, a constant reminder of the

“Stay behind me.” Relief and terror collided in my chest. The garage doors burst open. Motorcycles roared into the night like thunder breaking free. The Iron Reapers charged through smoke and debris toward the line of black vehicles outside the compound. I clung to Ruin as he accelerated. Gunfire lit the darkness. The world became noise and motion. Ruin drove straight toward the armored trucks. Bullets struck the pavement around us, sparking like fireworks. One of the Iron Reapers launched a smoke grenade, and gray clouds swallowed the battlefield.