His last battle baptised him in blood, it showed him the struggle to survive and how the human body was perfectly created for combat .

The parchment said that the creator had created the human body with high potential, but when he asked the parchment whether the creator he mentioned was Sumelia the goddess of light his response shocked him .

< The so called gods worshipped by your people are nothing but idols, they were powerful mages and warriors in Elysium that wanted to be worshipped, and even though their life span is huge and they can live for thousands of years, in the end they will decompose into nothingness >

At first he though the parchment simply hated Sumelia, but he soon found out he thought that way of every god, the god of darkness Auland and the god of war Muneris and many others.

< There is only one true God kid, The Creator and he is far beyond the comprehensive abilities of any creature . The so called gods of yours are nothing but idols, even if they all gathered together they couldnt even create a single fly, they cant even survive being in the Creator's Presence >

" Did he create you brother parchment? I havent seen you talk with such reverence about anyone before "

< How can I be worthy of being created by him, you are too ignorant kid. I told you that you cant comprehend the creator. You cant even imagine the power he wields , however you can find his creation by looking at the molecular pattern of every being.

Their structures are so complex yet so simple, you can find the creator all around you yet you would be the luckiest to find yourself aware of him>

" But if he is far above any god or deity, then why doesnt he punish the disbelievers? There are many here who Worship false gods? "

< There is no need, because the living punish themselves sooner or later. Your spirit needs him just as much as your body needs water, yet the water rarely punishes the creatures that quench their thirst through blood ,or in human terms alcohol >

To him him this explination felt like riddles however he realised that he should stop believing in the goddess of light .

He had learned not to doubt the parchment so he should stop wasting his devotion on false gods.

In truth he was unaware that he had become fearful of the Creator mentioned by the parchment, he wouldnt want to make him displeased by worshipping idols.

< There is no point in delayin things kid, you are powerful enough to escape and attack now.

Its time to put your plan to action, I am getting pretty bored >

" Dude am I just entertainment for you ? "

He complained seconds before deciding to stand up. His new skill ' substitute ' was the last thing he needed before going to the orc settlement .

The skill could swap itself with anything or anyone as long as it was in 100 metres range, it took 5 mana to activate so he could use it for a few times.

His plan was to immediately kill their leader but if things went south he was prepared to run away and escape. There was never too late for a gentleman to fight another day.

< wasnt expecting you to really be on your way, I thought you would do some more 'planning' >

He ignored the parchments mocking since he knew that he was dragging it out, he survived fire breathing serpents there is no way he was going to lose to orcs anyway, so after wearing the new outfit made by the parchment he started walking towards the orc settlement.

The past few hours he had already done some scouting and he had found out that the orcs were very dumb and lived simply, their leader was a huge brown orc with one eye called Olof who led his warriors to hunt wolves and foxes for meat, while the weak orcs and the few remaining women were basically slaves that led trash lives .

In battle they mostly relied in raw strength since their weapons had no sharpness at all, and from those observations he understood that the current king Octavian wasnt threatened by the so called Orc rebellion at all, he must be using them for propaganda.

< these guys are weak as hell just how can you still be scared of them >

" There are 3 thousand of them, as weak as they are once my energy runs out wont they destroy me"

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< just scare them , look how pitiful they are they will definitely submit >

He had to act quickly since the parchment's mocking was almost becoming unbearable.

After all it was not wrong to be scared, just because he had some strength now it didnt mean he was going to flaunt it and ask for trouble. What kind of maniacs were the parchment's previous hosts to make him think so little of Irwin ?

The one eyed Olof and his 500 warriors entered the settlement either carrying slaughtered beasts or dragging the live ones .

From their conversations he understood that they didnt have any ideas on how to preserve meat so they just kept them alive until their time to be eaten came , but this Olof dude was super ruthless .

He ordered his warriors to capture few weak orcs to become food for his new ' live stock ' .

Their lives were the equivalent to grass for cows, they would be used as food to preserve the wolves and foxes until their time to be eaten came .

Irwin released his aura and his body started oozing darkness and fire, he spent 5 mana to substitute himself with the huge orc that stood next to Olof, and once he found himself in his position he swinged his sword just once and slashed Olof's head cleanly. The head fell down and started rolling, the other orcs had not even understood what had happened until the blood spurt out of the headless Olof.

" Chief dead, pick up weapons kill "

The orc who had been swapped with Irwin during the susbtitution was the first to realise they were under attack, he ordered them to ready themselves.

" The leader is done now its time for the second in command to die "

A creacent moon shaped slashed was released on his direction and the other orc was cut in half, terror filled the remaining orc warriors . Even the simple villagers that had started to gather became unable to move.

" Brother parchment extract the energy of these two and use it all to give me a temporary aura that will scare them shitless "

The parchment obliged, seeing the 2 strongest orcs de-materialise into raw energy which in their view looked as if it was absorbed by Irwin since they could not see the purple parchment, made them think they were in the presence of a dragon from the legends.

The aura that surrounded Irwin became much thicker and even the so called warrior orcs became fully startled . All Irwin said at that moment was:

" KNEEEL "

Like a disciplined army they all followed his order and kneeled in unision, however their head was lowered due to fear. The image in front of his eyes was the definition of total submission.

" Which one of you is the oldest orc? "

One huge green orc started crawling under his feet.

" Name Turan, I oldest of Orcs, show me mercy "

At first he had thought that these guys were unable to finish full sentences, however the parchment told him they couldnt open their mouths due to fear so he decided to stop releasing his aura, he didnt want to use all his remaining energy on maintaining it anyway .

Once the opressive aura was removed the orcs finally managed to raise their head but they still did not dare leave the kneeling position .

" Do you want food ? "

Irwin's question confused them, this evil like creature was offering them food? They had thought they were about to become Irwin's food.

" What did you say lord, food? "

Irwin told the parchment to bring out the serpent corpses that he had not devoured, and seeing those dangerous beasts out like that astonished them.

Orcs were wild monsters so their instict could tell them that a single one of those serpents could massacre hundreds of them, just how strong was this human in front of them ?

" If you follow me I give you food and I will make you strong " his words were plain and simple.

The orc named Turan seemed to have understood the situation, he stood up and with beat the left side of his chest with his right arm and screamed:

" KING KING KING "

All the remaining orc warriors followed :

" KING KING KING "

Then the elderly, children and women orcs screamed 'king' 3 more times.

Once they all did what he guessed to be traditional orc greeting , he told the parchment to bring out the giant stone .

" Brother parchment, its time "