Teenage Mercenary Manga Novels & Stories

So basically, even if he reported it, they would only think that he made up things and that he was just afraid and so. It may cause more unwanted attention to himself which already made him so sick. And they might suggest to him to hire mercenary to help him accomplished the mission. However, Yman was not a money bag. He was in a tight situation financially. Hiring mercenary would come with a price that depends on the mercenary rank. "Heh!" He scoffed after seeing the new name that appeared above the enemy's health bar. Noble Rat was written in an exchange for the Evil Rat. He was sure that right now, this enemy had already evolved into a Wanderer rank D+ beast.

, he knelt to his father with a remorseful face. The retired emperor sneered as he recalled the girl who had won their private battle and then, when he recalled the amount of mana she possessed he shivered slightly, much to his chagrin. "I will allow for it. You shall bring her to our side. We need her, her mana is a frightful and inhuman thing. I'll give you a month". "Thank you Father, I won't fail you". Dwayne's tense shoulders relaxed and then once again tensed when he noticed that his old father was not done speaking.

Someone like their captain becoming respectful and standing up just to welcome strangers was a rare sight. Feng Shaotian nodded his head in response and sat down on the chair as Fatty Ma and Ding Bang remained standing behind him. Mo Zhen also walked over and stood up behind the seat of his captain, Tang Jun! Tang Jun was a middle aged man, he experienced lot's of killings from the battlefield and became the youngest captain in the history of mercenary. He has bright eyes that contain knowledge and experience, an oval face with a build like an ox. There's also a sword next to him, shining with cold lights. And on his violet robe was an A rank marking on it.

“Here is the report the General gave… ‘Ito Akihiko is beyond your wildest expectations. Has already experienced death once. Has taken out a nest of A-grade Akaname with only one support.’” “And who is this support?” “Sir the general said that it’s a mercenary who goes by the name of Yasuhiro Ritsu.” On hearing the name one of the figures who were sitting in their chairs gets up enraged- “Kill him… This is an order. If he is not dealt with immediately, he could prove to be quite the problem.” “Yes sir. He has also mentioned a very confidential piece of info in his report… ‘Wukong has arisen from his slumber.’”

'Since when did the Emperor go soft as a marshmallow? END OF CHAPTER 8

A mercenary in heavy armor reached inside, grabbing the silver briefcase. "Package secured!" the mercenary yelled through his radio. Despite their efforts, the mercenaries secure the EMP briefcase yet again and vanish in an armored convoy. Marcus let out a roar of absolute fury, but his body wouldn't obey. He could only watch through his fading vision as the heavy armored vehicles sped away into the thick night fog, leaving behind a trail of burning metal, smoke, and blood.

“You’d think they have nothing better to worry about.” I glance around— he isn’t wrong. Most of them have fresh scars, tense shoulders, and eyes that flicker every time someone walks behind them, yet they laugh like everything’s perfect. That’s the thing about mercenaries—they live messy lives, but for some reason they still find a way to make everything look like a celebration.

I couldn’t stop staring, even though I knew it was obvious. “Lucy,” Blake said, his voice low but carrying across the small group. “This is some of the crew.” They nodded, murmured hellos, and I forced a polite, shaky smile. Some were tall, broad, faces marked with tattoos and scars; others looked younger, eager, testing. I could feel their curiosity like heat pressing down on me, and I tensed. One man, a tall guy with a neatly trimmed beard and arms like tree trunks, stepped forward. “Heard about you from Blake. Didn’t expect him to bring someone out here.”