It is me again, alive, thankfully. As for Orkaa, he is also alive.

Yesterday was hectic; I almost killed my newly spawned minion; he had a hard time breathing, and he kept groaning through out the night, but hey, he's loyal now.

Currently, I am digging the ground to make a foundation for the second and third Orkling huts. As for Orkaa, I sent him to collect some log; I passed him a piece of log and told him to find me another piece of the same size and length.

Of course I won't send Orkaa to the forest to find or gather some logs there; he won't last a minute.

I gathered a lot of logs yesterday prior to the ordeal and figured I might need more logs to craft one Orkling hut, so I stacked them around the chieftain hut.

"Orguh?"

Orkaa went to the pile of woods stacked together and tried to find some wood with the same structure size.

I have been observing Orkaa for a few hours now since yesterday, and for some reason, for a new-born Orkling, he does understand my orders and gestures. Especially when I tried to communicate with him in English, I thought I would have to teach him how to talk or read, but as it turns out, I don't need to.

To be honest, it was quite unexpected, knowing the system and how everything has to be built from scratch. No free meal is what they would say.

"Guuh?"

Orkaa dragged all the logs he thought were identical, and once there were enough logs piling up close to me, I began my work.

"Orkaa, hold the log while I stabilize it." Orkaa held the log with both of his arms.

I started to bury a part of the log, then "Crack!"

(0,o) Orkaa.

(-_-) me.

"Deep breath!"

"Go get me another one and drop these logs on the pile."

"Gruuuh!"

Orkaa went and grabbed another log.

"Now hold this, but don't apply too much pressure; in fact, just use one hand; there's no need to use both, OK!"

"Gruook!"

Orkaa nodded energetically.

"Alright, stay still and stop shaking."

After I carefully and thoroughly covered the log, I looked at it and slapped the soil.

"Yep, this isn't going no where. Orkaa, go get me another log." Orkaa nodded and ran to grab another log.

Duuuughhh!

"Heavy Breathing!"

Orkaa held the log firmly and still didn't let go as he ran to grab another one, so he just uprooted the one I had painstakingly planted.

"God damn it, Orkaa! Get your ass back here, and no, you don't need to grab another one; just come here!"

I am getting tilted. So fucking tilted right now.

"Now, hold still!" So I dug again, and after that, it didn't take too long to firmly place the wood in place, as I didn't bother to do it meticulously.

"OK, now, let go of the log."

Orkaa carefully and slowly loosened his grip on the log.

"That's it; now slowly back away from the log, and go grab me another one."

"Gruu!"

Orkaa slowly backed up, turned around, and ran to grab a log.

"Hold them close together; be careful; don't uproot the other one."

"Grook!"

Orkaa held the log and stood still like one of those Queen's guards in England. It didn't take me awhile to finish the second installment.

"Alright!"

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"Now, Orkaa, again, carefully let go of the logs now and slowly move back."

Once Orkaa moved back, we both glanced at our work.

"Nice, they are both standing still."

"2 logs installed, around 40 more to go."

It didn't take long enough for Orkaa to get used to the process, and by some miracle, nothing happened even after six installments.

"Alright, this one is done, Orkaa. Follow me. I'm going to show you something, something Orkling."

I went to the forest as Orkaa followed behind.

"Ahem! So, Orkaa, do you see this? It's big, right?"

"Ghrouhuk?"

Orkaa looked at me in confusion; he now has no idea why his chief is showing him this.

I smiled and placed my arm on one of his shoulders. FUCK personal boundaries, am I right?

"I know why you looked confused, but don't be. Anyway, why don't you try touching it? Come on, don't hesitate now, thaaat's it."

Once Orkaa touched it, he looked at me, gulped, and his face had the word "what's next?" written on it.

I looked at him and chuckled.

"Alright, now, you see how hard it is, right? then try caressing it, oop, oop, gently now, don't caress it too hard, your still going to beat it."

So I touched the tree with Orkaa.

"Orkaa, this tree that you are touching right now is the toughest of all the trees I have seen so far."

Yesterday, when I was building one of the Orkling huts, I almost couldn't finish it as Orkling tourettes kept kicking in. I couldn't take it anymore, and out of frustration, I released all my pent-up stress on the surrounding trees. Trees fell as I released my unlimited strength until I stumbled upon this tree.

Compared to others, this tree took all my punches and kicks like a chad. The leaves didn't even shake as the tree absorbed all the attacks.

After a while of punching and kicking, my body began to relax and slowly lose energy as I tired myself out.

I stood next to the tree, panting and trying to catch my breath, but at the same time, I felt something, and I had never felt this feeling since I was transported to this world.

My mental state was at its calmest at that time, and I had felt this feeling before, but not in this world, back on earth.

The feeling of masturbation or like a nicotine addict finally getting that first puff of the day. "The flesh toy" is what I named the tree.

That's when it hit me, Orklings are violent species; they are supposed to be out there always fighting until eventually they kick the bucket. Fighting is something the Orklings would never avoid and would actively seek out.

If humans were to travel around the world to seek out treasures and other worldly blessings, then Orklings would travel around the world to seek out fights and other worldly battles. Heck, if an Orkling were to get itself in a spot where there are two groups fighting one another, the Orkling would definitely 3rd party that shit even if it were alone.

And here I was, having the body of an Orkling but still trying to behave and act like a human, controlling my urges for the sake of survival. Ignoring my body's plea for unnecessary combat that will definitely get me in trouble.

It's like I reincarnated in a heroin addict's body, although I never tried any type of drug abuse in my past life, especially the likes of heroin and coke. The body would still look for it, and as you ignore its urges, the body will undergo withdrawals.

As for the Orklings, withdrawal for us is a constant change of moods, and my muscles keep twitching from time to time, which is very annoying, especially at night. Uncontrollable urges to destroy everything around me are why my Orkling tourettes suddenly pop up when I'm doing something that doesn't involve fighting.

So in a sense, I led Orkaa into the forest and taught him how to masturbate. The last thing I want is for Orkaa to fuck things up because his urges kicked in.

"That's it; keep punching; punch the damn tree hard; where's your kick; don't you have feet? use it, I SAID USE IT!"

Orkaa kicked and punched as hard as he could.

"There you go; don't stop until you can't lift your arms anymore and move your legs."

While Orkaa was busy masturbating, I looked for a fallen log, sat down, grabbed a stick, and practiced my drawing skills on the soil.

"Grah!"

Building the Orkling Totem is a must; just the aura of intimidating the beasts away from the totem alone makes it more important than building a wooden wall around the camp.

"Gahhh!"

That's right. My plan was to build a wooden wall once all the huts were built, but then I remembered the types of beasts that were roaming around the forest. A wooden wall is as good as cosmetic skins in these scenarios. They don't do shit, for now.

"Ghuuu!"

Although the Orkling Totem may also have a chance to provoke powerful beasts, I think those types of beasts are the kings of the forests, and they might be scarce, with probably only one king per every 100 to 200 kilometers. Rule of the Jungle, I hope.

Oh, right, I still have to teach Orkaa how to hunt. There will be more Orklings coming, especially since the Orklings don't cost anything to spawn other than the building structure.

As the days pass by, the Orkling population will continue to grow, and it may come to the point where even an entire day of hunting will not prevent the population from going hungry.

"This is a pain in the ass, can I set a population limit?"

"Hmmmm... should I destroy the huts if I am having a hard time feeding the population once it grows bigger?"

As I drew and kept my mind occupied, I noticed that Orkaa was no longer making any noise or grunts.

"Done? Well, go catch your breath; it's my turn on the Flesh Tree, once I'm done here, we will continue building that hut."

It didn't take me a while to finish, as I exhausted myself. Both Orkaa and I went back, and as we got closer to the camp, we both noticed an Orkling walking around the camp.

"Oh right, it should be at this time that the hut would spawn another Orkling; guess 24 hours have already passed. GASP!!!!"

I noticed the Orkling was holding a log with both arms, trying to break it in half, flexing his new-found strength. Then I prayed! I don't know which god, but I just prayed. I slowly looked at the Orkling Hut that was under construction, and it was a mess.

Broken and split logs everywhere. I fell down on my knees.

"GOD! WHY ARE YOU GIVING ME YOUR TOUGHEST BATTLES! I'M NOT EVEN YOUR SOILDER!"

"Crack!"

The Orkling successfully split the log in half while I was slowly losing my mind. The sound woke me up and filled me with anger.

"ORKAA!!! GO HOLD THAT BITCH! I'm going to beat the loyalty out of this unfilial bitch!"

Orkaa ran and did a Nelson Hold move on the ork, as I got closer.

">POWER STRIKE!<"

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"Feel my caring discipline!"

">POWER STRIKE!<"

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">POWER STRIKE!<"

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As I keep beating the ork, Orkaa is grinning the whole time!

"What are you grinning at?"

"Guh!"

The ork scream spread out the whole forest, followed by curses from an angry ork.