Death Guns In Another World

Across the vast continents, the world teetered on the edge of chaos.

Forces clashed in skirmishes, some minor, others devastating. What had started as isolated conflicts had now spread like wildfire, consuming nations, cities, and entire regions.

The overflowing dungeons were a clear sign—the world itself was reacting to the growing turmoil.

In the Kingdom nearby—a sprawling fortress city known for its unshakable defenses—an A-Rank Dungeon had erupted into a full-blown disaster.

Thousands of orc berserkers, nightmare wolves, and infernal trolls poured out from the rift, laying siege to the kingdom's borders.

The local army, along with elite adventurers and mercenaries, mounted a desperate defense.

"HOLD THE LINE!"

A knight in ornate silver armor bellowed as he cut down an orc with a single slash. Blood sprayed across the battlefield, but more monsters swarmed in.

From above, mages rained destruction, their fireballs and lightning spells lighting up the darkened battlefield.

But the monsters weren't stopping.

The sky darkened as infernal wyverns joined the fray, their screeches deafening.

A giant warhammer suddenly crashed into the ground, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.

BOOOOM!

"ENOUGH!"

A hulking figure—a legendary warrior from the Titan's Fist Mercenary Group—stepped forward, his aura blazing.

With a single swing, he shattered dozens of enemies, forcing the tide to momentarily halt.

But even as they pushed back, they knew—

This was only the beginning.

Meanwhile, in the small coastal town of Westhallow, tragedy struck.

A high-rank dungeon had ruptured, spewing forth abominations—creatures twisted by dark energy, their forms neither fully beast nor human.

The town's defenders fought valiantly, but against Elder Liches and Cursed Beings, they stood no chance.

Within mere hours—

Westhallow was no more.

The sky above the ruined town flickered with a crimson glow. The stench of decay filled the air as undead legions marched toward the next settlement.

The war had claimed another city.

In response, the greatest nations of the world could no longer stand idly by.

The Drexia Empire, the Eastern Alliance, and theTheocracy began full-scale mobilization.

Legions of knights, warlocks, and battle-hardened soldiers marched to reinforce their borders.

From the sky, wyvern knights soared, scanning for emerging threats.

The Imperial Army's Grand Marshal, a man known as the Storm General, stood atop the castle walls, watching the horizon.

"Send word to the Grand Council," he commanded. "The war has begun in earnest."

All across the world, battle lines were being drawn.

And at the heart of it all—

The Chaos Organization was moving unseen, pulling the strings.

Maria stood at the center of the war room, recounting everything that had transpired at Freya Academy. The floating fortress, an impregnable bastion soaring through the skies, was now the heart of the resistance against the growing chaos.

Alex, seated at the head of the table, his piercing golden eyes narrowed as he listened intently. Around him, his closest allies, commanders, and lovers sat in silence, absorbing the grim reality of the war unfolding. Not everyone was present, Incursio, Saeko, Eris, Leon, Ariel, Alice, Noire and Artemia were absent, each one on a mission.

When Maria finished, the room was quiet.

Then, Alex exhaled slowly and leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, fingers interlocked.

"So," he murmured, his voice carrying a weight that made the very air feel heavier.

"The Chaos Organization has accelerated their plans. The attack on Freya Academy was just the beginning."

Beside him, Luna, frowned. "Their forces were too well-prepared. It's clear they've infiltrated multiple locations. We need to weed out their spies before they strike again."

To her right, Sera, Alex's assassin queen, crossed her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"That's easy. Just give me a list, and I'll take care of it."

Maria shook her head. "We don't have the luxury of simply hunting down spies. We need to prepare for the real threat—the Apostles and their leader, Bahamut, he must be dealt with once for all before we depart."

At the mention of Bahamut, a suffocating tension settled in the room.

The Dragon King was a nightmare, a being whose power once rivaled gods. And now, he was regaining his strength.

Alex closed his eyes, processing everything.

Then, he spoke.

"We'll divide our forces into three groups," Alex began, his presence commanding.

The Reconnaissance Unit – Led by Sera, tasked with eliminating Chaos spies and gathering intelligence on their next moves.

The Defensive Force – Under Maria's leadership, they would fortify key locations, preventing another large-scale assault like the one on Freya Academy.

The Offensive Unit – Personally led by Alex, this force would hunt down the Apostles and disrupt their plans before they could strike again.

The floating fortress would serve as their mobile command center, ready to deploy reinforcements anywhere in the world.

The room buzzed with agreement.

With the meeting concluded, there was no time to waste.

They needed to get stronger.

Alex's Special training began.

Alex stood in the fortress training ground, clad in his black battle robes, his aura a swirling vortex of darkness and light.

He was sparring against three of his strongest women at once:

Maria – Ice Empress, her blade frozen lightning, each strike deadly precise.

While Luna – the Saintess, wielding both holy magic and divine swords.

Hilde – The Ice Dragon Queen, her massive dragon form casting a shadow over the battlefield.

Alex fought them alone, his movements fluid, dodging deadly ice lances, evading divine smites, and countering dragon fire with his own devastating techniques.

CLASH! BOOM! SWOOSH!

The air trembled as power collided, shockwaves shaking the entire training ground.

But Alex was unstoppable.

With a burst of speed, he appeared behind Maria.

"Too slow," he whispered, before striking.

BANG!

She barely blocked, but the impact sent her skidding back.

Hilde roared, unleashing a blizzard, but Alex vanished, reappearing above her, slamming his fist into her dragon scales.

The battle raged on, each woman pushing Alex to his limits, and yet—

He still dominated.

Elsewhere, Sera led her assassin squad, drilling them in the art of silent killing.

"One strike. One kill."

In a dark chamber, her students moved like shadows, throwing daggers, executing silent takedowns, and perfecting their stealth skills.

Sera watched with satisfaction.

"We'll erase every single rat in the Chaos Organization before they even realize what happened."

Maria wasn't just preparing herself—she was training the academy survivors and strengthening the barriers of key strongholds.

Using her vast ice magic, she created an impenetrable defense, layering frost-based shields over fortified cities.

She personally drilled soldiers and adventurers, ensuring they could hold their ground when the next wave of attacks came.

Luna, meanwhile, spread divine blessings, healing the injured and enhancing the strength of their forces.

Her light magic bolstered the morale of thousands, turning wounded warriors into battle-ready champions.

Final Preparations

As days passed, their forces grew stronger, their plans solidified.

And then—

A messenger arrived, breathless, panic in his eyes.

"The Chaos Organization… they've made their move."

Alex stood, his eyes burning.

"It's time."

With a single command, the floating fortress shifted, soaring towards the next battlefield.

The war was truly beginning in earnest.