Goblin Slayer World
Time here was no different from Shirakawa's own world—deep into the night.
The Sword Maiden—
No, more accurately, Lianne Viviette, a gold-rank adventurer—was trapped in a goblin nest along with four other adventurers.
Dimly lit surroundings offered only meager illumination from the mage's staff. The group had already suffered various degrees of injuries during the intense skirmish with goblins.
Under normal circumstances, retreating would've been the best option.
But the goblins, as if sensing weakness, lurked nearby like hyenas—not attacking directly, but slowly herding them further into the cave.
The group had already been forced deep into a spacious cavern. By the weak glow of magic, Liane Vivette finally realized their situation—
They were surrounded.
Dozens—no, possibly hundreds—of goblins, all wielding crude weapons, closed in like a tide. Though she'd recovered some stamina, it wasn't enough.
She gripped her longsword with both hands.
It was the only thing keeping her and her team alive.
And that slim thread of hope… was quickly being swallowed by the creeping despair.
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[Group Notification: A danger signal has been detected from group member "Gold-Rank Adventurer." A rescue mission is now being initiated. Participants limited to 2.]
[Mission Reward: 100 points.]
"...?"
Shirakawa stared blankly at the floating prompt. The Dimensional Chat Group had actually triggered an emergency rescue mission for one of its members.
As for the "Gold-Rank Adventurer"... he honestly had no idea who that was. There were too many adventurer-type worlds—Goblin Slayer, SukaSuka, Shield Hero, Staff Hero...
The nickname alone wasn't enough to go on.
Still—
Points as rewards? That was easy enough to understand.
It probably meant redeemable items or perks from the Dimensional Chat Group system.
"...Might as well accept it."
His Holy Sword User class was already Level 3. Based on the average power scale of other group members' worlds, this mission shouldn't be too dangerous.
No point passing up the opportunity.
And once the rescue mission was posted, the previously quiet group chat suddenly became lively again.
Railgun:Gold-Rank Adventurer is in danger? Need help with anything?
Butterfly House Master:Whoa. A rare chance to go to another world... Why did I take that stupid mission just now? I'm starting to regret it.
Mistress of the Butterfly Estate:@Gold-Rank Adventurer, you there?
Mistress of the Butterfly Estate:What kind of trouble are you facing?
Future Holy Sword User:I'm currently free. Already applied to join the mission—hope I can be of help to our Gold-Rank friend.
...
The one in danger hadn't shown up yet.
Shirakawa could only try to gather intel through the chat.
He typed quickly:
Ordinary High School Student:Anyone know which world Gold-Rank Adventurer is from? I've already accepted the mission—would be great to get a briefing.
Railgun:I remember her saying there were dragons, elves, and magical beasts in her world. Goblins too. Lots of them.
Ordinary High School Student:Thanks. I'll be counting on you @Future Holy Sword User.
Once the two-member rescue team was confirmed, the Chat Group delivered another notification:
[Participants Confirmed: "Ordinary High School Student," "Future Holy Sword User"]
[Mission will begin in 10 seconds.]
[Group live broadcast enabled.]
[Commencing transfer...]
The alley around Shirakawa remained deserted—no risk of being seen.
He simply waited in place. As the countdown ticked down, his vision blurred...
And when his senses returned—
He was already in another world.
The air was heavy with the stench of goblins—the cave's darkness only slightly penetrated by magical light.
Shirakawa's nose wrinkled in distaste.
Standing beside him was a girl who looked like she had just walked out of a fairy tale—from the world of the Magic Academy.
Her silver-white hair shimmered even in the shadows, cascading naturally over her shoulders like spun starlight. Pale skin, flawless features, eyes as blue as the sky.
She wore a uniform from the Holy Sword Academy—navy-blue accents, long black stockings, a red ribbon tied into the ends of her hair.
Her name—
Riselia, the girl known as the "Future Holy Sword User."
Still cautious in this unfamiliar world, Riselia tightly gripped a short handgun—the only weapon she could rely on before awakening as a proper Holy Sword wielder.
Upon noticing the boy beside her—his clean-cut looks and unfamiliar outfit—she briefly froze.
But quickly recalled the mission at hand.
She greeted him first:
"You're... the Ordinary High School Student?"
"Nice to meet you, Future Holy Sword User."
They exchanged quick nods.
After all, it was thanks to Riselia posting a copy of the Holy Sword awakening guide to the group that Shirakawa had gained his current class.
Taking a deep breath, he glanced around, then focused in on the distant sounds of battle.
With a thought, he summoned his sword into his hand.
"Let's complete the rescue first."
Riselia wanted to ask about the sword—but nodded instead, serious as ever.
Together, they ran down the dim passage, following the clamor of combat until—
—they entered a massive, cavernous chamber.
By the faint light, a tide of goblins appeared before them.
But Shirakawa's eyes only fixed on one person—
Amid the horde, a golden-haired girl wielded a longsword, fiercely buying time for her injured teammates.
Her silhouette—elegant and defiant—sparked recognition in Shirakawa's mind.
He knew exactly who she was.
From the world of Goblin Slayer—the future apostle of the gods, known as the Sword Maiden.
And right now, the opportunity to change her fate—
Was right in front of him.
"You ready?"
"...It's about time."