Modern Weapons Cheat in Fantasy World-Chapter 23: Finding Wyverns

Marcus set out to his mission, exiting the city gates like an ordinary citizen. With the map given to him by the adventurer’s guild, he was able to navigate the eastern road without slowing.

He pulled the map out with one hand and glanced at it while walking.

Main road—east.

First marker—split near a dry well.

Second—narrow path leading into the ridge.

He folded it back and tucked it away.

The first part was simple.

The terrain didn’t change much for the first stretch. Open ground. Clear visibility. Anyone moving here could be seen from a distance.

Good for travel.

Bad if something decided to attack from above.

Marcus lifted his head slightly and scanned the sky. It was clear.

He kept going.

After a while, the road curved slightly and the ground shifted. The dirt path narrowed, grass growing thicker along the edges. The trees became more frequent, their shadows stretching across the road.

He slowed when he saw the marker.

A broken stone well, half collapsed, sitting just off the side of the road.

"That’s it."

Marcus stepped off the main path and moved toward the narrower trail marked on the map.

The moment he entered it, the environment changed.

The ground sloped upward.

Roots pushed through the soil, uneven underfoot. The trees grew closer together, their branches cutting the light into thin strips.

He walked for another ten minutes before stopping.

He looked around once.

Tree density moderate.

Ground stable.

Small clearing ahead.

"That’ll work."

Marcus stepped into the clearing and set the map down on a flat rock.

He looked up again.

Still clear.

Good.

He reached into his inventory and brought out the launch rail first.

It appeared in front of him with a solid weight, metal frame settling into the ground. He adjusted its position slightly, aligning it with the open space above the trees.

Next—the drone.

The RQ-7B Shadow materialized in sections.

Fuselage first, then wings, then tail.

He moved around it and locked the parts into place. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

He stepped back and checked alignment.

Wings level.

Nose forward.

Clear path for launch.

Marcus walked over to the control station and unfolded the screen.

The system powered on.

Telemetry bars lit up.

Signal link—green.

He glanced once at the sky.

Then back to the drone.

"Alright."

He keyed the launch sequence.

The rail tensed for a fraction of a second—

Then released.

The drone shot forward, clearing the rail and cutting through the air. For a moment it dropped slightly—

Then the engine caught.

The propeller spun up, and the drone climbed.

Marcus watched it go.

Up past the treeline.

Up into open sky.

He lowered his gaze to the screen.

The feed came online.

He adjusted the controls slightly.

The drone responded cleanly, banking toward the ridge marked on the map.

Marcus leaned in a little closer to the screen.

"Let’s find your nest."

From that height, the terrain opened up. The forest stretched in all directions, broken only by uneven rises of rock and the occasional clearing where the trees failed to take root.

He pushed the drone forward.

The electro-optical feed showed detail—tree lines, rock faces, narrow paths cutting through the woods. Nothing unusual at first glance.

He began a pattern.

Left to right.

Slow sweep.

Then forward.

Then repeat.

The ridge appeared on screen after a few minutes. The terrain shifted sharply—trees thinning out near steep rock faces, cliffs cutting into the landscape at irregular angles.

Marcus adjusted altitude.

Lower.

Closer view.

The camera zoomed in.

Rock texture became clearer. Shadows deepened along the cliff walls where the sun couldn’t reach.

He switched briefly to thermal.

The image shifted.

Cold surfaces in muted tones.

Warmer patches scattered across the forest floor—animals, likely.

Marcus exhaled slowly.

"Not here."

He moved the drone along the ridge.

Another sweep.

Same pattern.

Left to right.

Time passed. The sun shifted lower, casting longer shadows across the terrain. Details became sharper in some areas, darker in others.

Marcus adjusted the camera angle again.

Compensating.

He continued the scan.

Another section of ridge.

Steeper.

More jagged.

The cliff face here dropped almost vertically, with narrow ledges cutting across it at uneven intervals.

He slowed the drone and let it hover and scanned.

There was nothing.

"Shit..."

He shifted farther east along the ridge than the marked circle on the map.

"If it’s not in the center, it’s offset," he muttered.

The drone pushed forward again.

The ridge curved slightly here, forming a shallow arc. The cliff face changed with it—less vertical, more broken. Large sections of rock jutted outward, forming overhangs.

Marcus slowed.

Something about the formation stood out.

He adjusted altitude again.

Lower.

The camera zoomed in.

The overhang cast a deep shadow beneath it. The angle blocked most of the sunlight.

Hard to see.

He switched to thermal.

The screen shifted. And then—there. He finally found it. The silhouette of the wyverns clustered. He counted their numbers and it was above twenty.

He finalized the location relative to his position.

Marcus brought up the coordinate overlay and locked the drone in a steady hover. The grid stabilized on the screen, numbers updating in real time as the system refined the position.

He marked his own location first.

Reference point.

Grid: 17S QL 48231 77912

He shifted the cursor toward the ridge.

The drone feed zoomed in again on the overhang. The system began calculating.

Target grid appeared.

17S QL 49688 80145

He read it once, then again.

Distance—2.64 kilometers from his position.

Bearing—041 degrees northeast.

"Okay, let’s start some fireworks."