My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Fighting The Horde (Bonus Chapter 1/5)
The military encampment by the wall was on high alert because for the last three minutes, the sounds had not stopped.

Deep booms rolled through the night like thunder. Shockwaves trembled through the ground beneath their boots. The very air seemed to vibrate with the rhythm of distant battle.

The soldiers at the perimeter had abandoned their card games and idle chatter. Now, they stood tense behind their barricades, rifles ready, eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the wall.

“Sir, should we sound the alarm?” one of them asked, voice tight with fear.

The lieutenant hesitated. His gaze flicked toward the two Hunters stationed with them.

One of them — a man in his forties, broad-shouldered and sharp-eyed — stood with his arms crossed, watching the horizon. The other, a woman in a black combat coat, her long hair tied back in a braid, was listening intently to the distant rumble.

Both were A-Rank Hunters, assigned to the post as part of the city’s defense rotation.

After a few moments, the woman turned toward the nervous soldiers.

“It’s fine,” she said. “Nothing’s heading our way.”

The relief on their faces was almost immediate.

“Are you sure, ma’am?” the lieutenant asked. “It sounds close. Feels close.”

“It’s not,” she said simply. “That’s not a tide. Monsters are fighting each other out there.”

The soldiers blinked in confusion.

“Fighting… each other?” one echoed. “Monsters don’t do that.”

“They are doing so tonight,” she replied, folding her arms.

The lieutenant frowned but said nothing. The tension eased slightly, replaced by uneasy curiosity. If the monsters were tearing each other apart, that was a blessing.

The soldiers smiled nervously, exchanging quiet jokes to hide their relief. Most of them were ordinary men — none above E-Rank.

Against even a small gate outbreak, they would last seconds. D-Rank and above rarely joined the army. Why risk their lives for a government salary when guilds paid ten times more?

As laughter began to return to the camp, the female Hunter’s expression only darkened.

She wasn’t smiling. Her gaze stayed fixed on the horizon.

She had lied to them.

The sounds weren’t monsters fighting each other. She could feel it. She had sensed something else out there but she had no idea what.

She had seen a figure through her long-range lens. The figure was small, dark against the moonlight, but unmistakably humanoid. And the figure was flying.

No one she knew could do that. Not even she could. Only one man in the entire world could, and that was the SSS-Rank Hunter. But this wasn’t him. She has seen enough pictures of him to know that he wasn’t the one.

Her partner walked up beside her, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“You saw it too,” she said quietly. “The one fighting the Canero.”

“Yeah,” he replied, tone flat. “So what?”

“You don’t think that’s strange?” she asked.

He shrugged. “We’re not paid to care. Whoever it is, it’s their problem. Our job is to keep the wall secure. Not play rescue squad for idiots wandering into the death zone.”

The woman sighed softly. “You’re not wrong.”

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that what she’d seen wasn’t just another Hunter. She felt that whoever that was out there — he wasn’t dying quietly, especially with how he was able to easily defeat a D Rank monster.

***

Far beyond the wall, Liam stood alone in the wasteland, the corpse of the giant bird lying behind him like a fallen mountain.

He could already feel the tremors beneath his feet, as the earth shook from the approach of countless footsteps.

When they came into view, even Liam paused to appreciate the sight.

Orcs — dozens of them, each over three meters tall, skin dark gray and muscles like forged iron. They stomped forward, carrying crude but deadly weapons carved from monster bones.

Among them were taller figures with black armor and glowing red eyes—hobgoblins. Behind them, five winged beasts soared, their wings slicing through clouds with every beat.

It was a small army.

Liam exhaled slowly. “Perfect.”

He pressed the watch on his wrist. The nano-exosuit began spreading like liquid metal across his arms and forming reinforced gauntlets. Thin streams of silver light snaked up Silverleaf’s blade as the nanites coated it, reinforcing it.

He knew that this fight was going to be tough and he decided to take it serious from the very beginning.

He rolled his shoulders once. “Let’s get started.”

The orcs roared in unison, their sound echoing like thunder.

The flying monsters dived first, their bodies blurring as they unleashed sound waves that tore through the ground. The pressure cracked stone, flattening the corpses of the wolves left behind.

The air burst open as Liam shot upward like a missile and the wind screamed past him.

One of the flying monsters screeched and dove towards him.

Liam twisted midair and met it head-on. Silverleaf cut across its beak in a blinding flash. Sparks erupted, followed by a spray of glowing blood.

He grabbed the bird’s leg with his telekinesis, pivoted mid-spin, and hurled it downward.

The creature hit the ground like a meteor, crushing a cluster of orcs beneath its massive body. The explosion of dirt and bone rippled across the field.

Liam descended into their ranks like lightning. The remaining orcs bellowed in rage and charged at him. His first swing split three cleanly. A second strike cut through an axe mid-swing and its wielder’s chest.

He moved without pause. He was like a blur of black coat and silver steel. His telekinetic field deflected thrown weapons and redirected shockwaves.

An orc swung a massive club. Liam caught it mid-strike with one hand, crushed the weapon to dust, and sent the creature flying with a backhand punch strong enough to break stone.

The ground shook beneath him.

Two hobgoblins charged, swinging their crude weapons together, forming a cross slash that could have bisected a tank.

Liam ducked under the attack, with smooth and precise movements, then thrust his palm forward. Invisible force slammed into them like a cannon blast. They flew backward, bodies twisting midair before crashing into their allies.

Above, the remaining four birds circled, shrieking. The air shimmered as they began charging their sound attacks again.

Liam shot upward.

Silverleaf sang, each slash cutting through the night sky. One bird’s wing exploded in a shower of blue feathers and blood. Another tried to flee and he caught it mid-flight, wrapped it in telekinetic force, and crushed it until its bones shattered.

Two remained. They screamed, charging in desperation.

“Persistent,” he muttered.

He swung his arm horizontally, a wave of telekinetic energy expanding outward like a blade. The shockwave split both creatures in half, their bodies raining down in burning fragments.

Below, the remaining orcs hesitated. Their confidence cracked but that didn’t stop Liam, as he descended like a falling star. The impact cratered the ground. The force alone sent shockwaves that tore through the nearest ten monsters.

He straightened slowly, eyes glinting under the moon. “Next.”

The last hobgoblin roared and charged. It was larger than the others, almost easily over five meters tall. It swung a massive warhammer at him.

The weapon came down. Liam caught the shaft with one hand. The ground fractured beneath his feet, but his expression never changed.

“Nice effort,” he said.

He twisted his wrist. The warhammer snapped like a twig.

Then he drove his fist through the hobgoblin’s chest, leaving a gaping hole where its heart used to be.

Silence followed.

Only the sound of the wind remained, with the sound of the extraction bot floating through the battlefield, collecting cores from the fallen.

Liam looked around. The entire horde was gone. The air had a thick smell of blood. Cracks spread across the ground for hundreds of meters.

He exhaled and wiped a streak of dust from his sleeve.

“That should do for today,” he said, deciding to call it a night.

He has stretched his body enough and had enough fun. Now, it was time to get back to the Villa. He flew up into the air and started flying back to her city.