All Chapters of Monster Hunter: Broke to Boss: Chapter 51
- Chapter 60
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Chapter 51: Run, Carry and Don’t Die
[NEW OBJECTIVE UNLOCKED:][EXIT THE MAZE WITH YOUR CONTRACTED NPC ALIVE]The maze trembled—first a rumble, then a violent shudder that made the ground sway like a ship in a storm. Cracks fissured through the walls, the marble tiles splitting open as dust rained down. Massive statues lining the corridors groaned as they began to tilt.The Hour of Trial had ended — which meant whatever stability the maze had was ending too.Leo’s response was instant.“Mira, back in the ring.”Pop.Before she could even protest, Mira vanished in a puff of soft golden light, screaming, “LEO I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T LET ME OUT I’M GONNA WRING YOUR NE—”Silence.Nyra flinched, her voice trembling. “W-We have to run. The maze is killing itself.”Leo turned, grabbed the long strip of cloth hanging from the robe of a cracked statue—a marble god with its head half-shattered—and yanked. The cloth tore away in a dusty snap. He stepped behind Nyra.“Hold still.”She held still. Barely.He wrapped the cloth around her
Chapter 52: Meet his end
Back in Therese’s guild.The late afternoon sun hung low, its light casting long skeletal shadows across the entrance of the towering guild hall. The golden emblem of the Crescent Fang Guild gleamed from its marble facade—sharp, proud, clean. A place of reputation. A place of power. A place that expected results.Kael stood there, shoulders drawn tight as though the weight of the last forty-eight hours clung to his bones. Sweat clung to his brow—not from the heat, but from nerves that twisted his stomach into knots. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, chest rising and falling in a slow, tense breath.Two days.Two days of searching.Two days of questioning his decisions.Two days of knowing he would return empty-handed.Leonis was nowhere.Or perhaps, Kael had simply stopped looking.He muttered under his breath, voice low and bitter. “What the hell am I going to tell her…”Therese. His aunt. His guild master. The woman who had taken him in when his parents died. The woma
Chapter 53: The news
The news did not take long to spread.By evening, it had slipped through tavern floors, weapon shops, training fields, message boards, and public comm terminals. Hunters carried gossip faster than ravens, and Crimson Fang Guild had always been a guild the world kept its eyes on. Anything involving Therese Ravenhart became rumor, then fact, then law.And this rumor? Oh, it flowed like wildfire.Leonis rejected Crimson Fang Guild.Leonis insulted the Guildmaster.Leonis said Crimson Fang was a cage and its hunters were dogs.And worst of all—Leonis spat on Therese’s name.No one knew who first said it. But by the time the story had churned through fifty conversations, it had grown claws.Some laughed at the audacity.Some whispered in awe.Most simply stepped away from Leonis’s name entirely.No one provoked Crimson Fang.Not if they valued breathing.By the next morning, the city’s boards displayed it openly:HUNTER LEONIS BLACKLISTED BY CRIMSON FANG GUILD.CRIMSON FANG UNIT ACTIVATED
Chapter 54: The girl who grew up overnight
The air stank of metal and damp stone. Groans of dying beasts echoed through the fallen corridors. Leo moved without speaking, the afterimages of Quick Step still fading around him as he scanned the ruin for movement.Nyra was slumped against his back, small arms looped around his shoulders, head buried into the collar of his cloak. Her breathing was uneven. The exertion had drained her. Mira hovered beside them in her small spirit form, silent for once—watching.Rurik held Tesaa who was still limping as they rounded a corner."Dean should be around her." Tessa tilted her head in a direction while Leo followed the faint ring of steel-on-steel through the corridor. He didn’t call out again—no reason to alert anything else still lurking.He found Dean in a broken chamber deeper in the maze, lit only by the flicker of dying torchlight.Dean stood alone, sword locked with a Tower Warden—a skeletal knight in corroded full-plate. Its greatsword weighed like a slab of black iron, forcing Dean
Chapter 55: Mistfang grave
They didn’t plan to scream.But they absolutely did.“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!”“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!!”“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!!!”They screamed for three very different reasons.Leo screamed because after the blood maze, the bone hall, and the corpse choir, he did not possess the emotional stability or spiritual patience to deal with another incoming, fast-moving boss-tier threat.Mira screamed because the shape was big. And fast. And very very furry—and her trauma did not need more content to work with.Nyra screamed because Mira screamed, and Leo screamed, and screaming felt like what people were doing, so she joined in with full enthusiasm.The blur shot toward them, kicking up a cloud of white mist and leaf debris——and landed.Not a monster. Not a grotesque abomination stitched together by necromancy.A wolf.A massive one.It stood taller than Nyra, its head coming nearly to Leo’s chest. Snow-white fur rippled like fresh frost under moonlight—untouched by blood or decay
Chapter 56: The first undead
The fog wrapped around them like a living thing, curling and coiling around ankles, legs, and weapons alike. The trees of Mistfang Graveyard arched overhead, skeletal branches rattling as if whispering secrets the wind itself dared not speak aloud. Lanterns swayed from rusted chains, their shattered glass reflecting the pale light of the moon, fractured into ghostly shards that scattered across the moss-strewn graves.Leo led the way, steps slow and deliberate. The gate behind them had shut without sound, leaving them inside a silence so thick it pressed against their ears. Nyra clutched at his sleeve, her small hands trembling, wings folded tightly against her back as if hoping sheer concentration could keep the mist at bay.“Papa Leo… it’s… it’s really dark,” she whispered.“Yes. And it’s supposed to be,” he replied evenly, voice low but steady. “Stay close, don’t wander. And don’t scream.”Nyra’s lips pressed together, but her eyes were wide enough to swallow the fog whole. Mira, pe
Chapter 57: The Grave Warden Awakes
The undead surged forward.And the night of Mistfang Graveyard truly began.The first revenant lurched out of the mist, jaw clattering, eye sockets burning with green mana. Another followed, then three more. The fog writhed as if the ground itself exhaled corpses.Leo’s dagger flared with blue energy as he twisted it in his grip. A low hum rolled through the air—the sound of compressed mana vibrating against corrupted death-magic.[SYSTEM ALERT — HOSTILE SIGNATURES: 15+][OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE TILL DAWN]“Fifteen?” Mira muttered, wings snapping open. “Adorable.”Leo stepped forward. “Make them fewer.”He slashed once. The dagger met the revenant’s neck; blue light erupted, cutting through bone and rot. The head hit the ground, smoldering with mana burn. The body fell, twitching.A second charged him. Leo ducked beneath its swing, palm touching the ground. Lines of light spread outward like cracks in glass.“Pulse Step.”He vanished in a flicker of blue and reappeared behind it, energy bl
Chapter 58: Bounty
Leo squared his shoulders and stared up at the thing he’d promised to stall.The Grave Warden was everything the rumors had whispered and none of the lullaby versions you told children. It rose like an earth-turned colossus, phantom flame licking the gaps where flesh had failed, chains coiling round its limbs like living scars. When it moved, the ground remembered how to tremble.“Guard Nyra,” Leo said once to the white wolf, voice a blade of calm. “Since you don't want to be more useful. Don’t—don’t let her run.”The wolf let out a low snarl.Mira’s stone wings opened in a sweep that threw grit into the air. “I’ll cage the sky. You give the mountain a nice shove and then come back for tea.” Her sarcasm did not hide the tension in the way she flexed talons that glowed faint with rune-light.The cub slithered into Nyra’s arms, small and surprisingly steady. Nyra’s hands shook, but she nodded. “Okay.”Leo felt the dagger in his palm like a heartbeat. The screams had been thorns at the ed
Chapter 59: Bounty 2
He pulled everything he had left into one move—every supposedly useless trick he’d never shown off, every glimmer of energy-control learned in battles no one wrote songs about.First came Quick Step again, a ribbon of motion that let him ghost around the Warden’s defenses. Then Ether Thread to snag a tendon under the knee and pull, destabilizing a colossal balance. Pulse Step to burst through an open seam in its armor of light. Then, the last, a reckless riff he’d never had cause to use earlier: Shatterline—a concentrated channel that converted kinetic displacement into pure reverberant mana, something he’d written off as a flashy parlor trick.[ABILITY USED: SHATTERLINE — MANA-ENHANCED KINETIC RELEASE][EFFECT: 400 MANA IMPULSE — MASSIVE LOCALIZED DAMAGE | SELF-RECOIL: HIGH]The Shatterline drove the dagger through bone and phantom; it blew a crater of light that peeled the Warden’s chain from its chest. The beast stumbled, a tower struck by lightning. Its spectral flesh began to slo
Chapter 60: Poisoned
The forest beyond Mistfang Graveyard was deceptively quiet, the fog curling lazily over roots and broken branches. Leo gripped Nyra tightly, the white wolf pup trailing behind with its ears twitching at every shadow. Mira had entered the ring, her stone wings bristling, sensing something off.“I… I can feel it,” she murmured, scanning the forest. “Killing intent. Someone’s here.”Leo’s jaw tightened. “Since when can you sense that?”“Since you became an E-Class Level 3,” she replied flatly, eyes narrowing.Leo smirked. “So other gargoyles get bonus abilities too, huh?”“Yeah,” Mira replied, a hint of amusement breaking through her usual seriousness.The wolf growled low, almost in protest. Nyra tilted her head. “You… should maybe become Papa Leo’s mount. Then you could get abilities too.”The wolf grunted in disdain, flicking its head away. Leo shook his head with a sigh, muttering, “I don’t think it’s going to happen.”He opened the system interface with a flick of his wrist. The rewa