Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 43: S-Rank Adventurer’s Party

Outside the subterranean depths of Maddy’s cave, under a purple sky by magical turbulence, the South Plain screamed in chaos.

A Mana Distortion had torn the air open, and from the swirling vortex, Goblins and massive Hobgoblins poured out, spawning in extremely fast rate.

"STAY BACK, YOU LECHEROUS LITTLE FILTH!"

BOOM!

A massive pillar of flame erupted at the center of the horde. A woman with a wide pointy hat tilted low, her face was the same color of her flames, her staff was still glowing with flames as she were almost pop like a ballon on her rage.

A massive pillar of flame erupted at the center of the horde. A woman stood there, her wide, pointed hat tilted low. Her face burned the same color as the flames surrounding her, and her staff glowed like molten metal, her rage so intense it seemed she could pop like a balloon.

"One of them... one of those green shits... just touched my b-boobs!"

Her voice climbed to a glass-shattering pitch as she channeled another spell.

"THUNDERBOLT!"

A bolt of blue lightning fell from the distortion, incinerating a circle of ten goblins instantly. She wasn’t just fighting; she was erasing them from existence.

"Overkill? I’ll show you overkill! I’ll burn this entire plain to ash before I let another one of you near me!"

"Pffft! Hahaha! Oh, Lita, really?"

The group’s Priestess, leaned on her holy mace, clutching her stomach as she doubled over in laughter.

"Maybe he just thought you were hiding some extra mana potions in there! You shouldn’t be so stingy with the local wildlife!"

"Shut up, Gela! I’ll set your habit on fire next!"

Lita snapped, her face turning as red as her fireballs.

"ENOUGH OF THIS DISGRACEFUL DISPLAY!"

The roar came from the front line. The Paladin, slammed his tower shield into a Hobgoblin’s face, shattering its jaw before bisecting another with a single, sweeping arc of his claymore. He didn’t stop moving, but his mouth was moving faster than his blade.

"Do you two realize we are S-Rank Party?!"

The paladin shouted, his voice booming like a lecture hall.

"What if a wandering bard is recording this? What if a group of wide eyed newbies is hiding in the bushes, watching their idols bicker like toddlers? They’ll go back to the Guild and tell everyone that the ’Shield of Valentia’ is a group of loudmouthed lunatics! Then the Guildmaster will summon us, and she’ll give us that look—you know the one, the look of profound disappointment and the next generation of adventurers will think it’s perfectly acceptable to gossip about chest sizes while a Hobgoblin is trying to disembowel them! It’s about professionalism, Lita! It’s about prestige!"

"Ugh, here he goes again!"

Lita and Gela groaned in perfect unison, clutching their heads as they dodged a volley of crude arrows.

"The Sermon of the Shield... save us."

"Talk, talk, talk... the man never stops..."

BANG!

A Hobgoblin leaping toward Erwin’s blind spot had its head snap back, a clean hole through its forehead. Two hundred yards away, the Marksman lowered his smoking magical musket.

Erwin, parrying a mace mid swing, couldn’t help but be impressed.

"Good shot, Ed! Exemplary focus! Truly the conduct of a professional!"

He then glanced at the fallen Hobgoblins.

"This Mana Distortion really does make these monsters stronger than usual... even producing evolved forms..."

Ed’s face instantly turned bright red. He started fidgeting with his gun, a goofy, flattered grin spreading across his face. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"A-Ah... Lord Erwin praised me... I... I am merely the silent shadow of the barrel! It is my duty! My sacred calling as the eye that never blinks! To serve the light from the distance... yes... that is the path of the Marksman..."

He started whispering to himself, lost in a daze of flattery, completely forgetting to reload.

Gela yelled.

"Ed! RELOAD THE GUN!"

Before the next wave could reach them, a cold wind swept through the plain. The remaining thirty goblins simply... stopped. Their heads slid from their shoulders in perfect synchronization.

The Assassin flickered into view at the center of the pile, twin daggers dripping with blood. He said nothing—though speaking was impossible behind his mask. He simply breathed, calm and deadly.

The mana distortion flickered, sizzled, and finally collapsed, the storm clouds vanishing as quickly as they had come. The South Plain lay in eerie silence, a graveyard of green flesh bathed in the soft afternoon light.

Erwin sheathed his sword and marched toward his team, his finger already wagging in the air.

"Now, as I was saying! Just because the distortion is closed doesn’t mean our conduct was acceptable! I am an S Rank Leader, and I will not have my reputation dragged through the mud because we can’t keep our mouths shut for five minutes! We are the elite! We are the standard! If you two keep bickering in the middle of a battle, you won’t rank up and will be stuck in A Rank for another month! See Zaun?"

He pointed at the Assassin, who was quietly checking the goblins’ bodies and collecting their parts to sell.

"Look at him he literally never speaks. That’s why, out of the three of you, he’s the only one to rank up this month to S Rank! Keeping your mouth shut is the easiest way to rank up. Got it? Now, pick up the loot. And Lita—stop trying to set Gela’s hair on fire!"

Lita hissed.

"I’m just checking her fire resistance, Erwin! It’s for her own safety!"

As the others bickered, Zaun’s gaze drifted toward the distant mountain range, fixating on a hidden cave entrance. His eyes narrowed, sensing a presence... strong, unnatural, and undeniable lurking within.

Around him, his team finally looting the fallen goblins. Gela scowled, arms crossed, utterly disgusted with how casually they rifled through the bodies. Lita muttered incantations under her breath, wanting to reduce the lascivious goblins to ashes—prompting Erwin’s irritation to flare once more as he scolded her.

Ed couldn’t help but chuckle at the chaos surrounding him. The bickering, the reckless antics, the endless squabbles. Yet beneath it all, he knew that despite their imperfections, this party was strong.