Inside the building, broken walls, office chairs, tables, and papers were scattered all over the floor. Strong wind would blow inside the floor from the broken glass window. The orklings were all feverishly gazing at me; the battle that just took place was such an adrenaline-pumping fight that the orks had a hard time controlling themselves.
The battle between their all-mighty, awesome, brave, strong, smart chieftain and that yellow pleb was the best fight they have seen since they got to this world. The orks wished they could have fought the yellow pleb themselves or fought as gloriously as the chieftain.
While the orks were busy being excited, the humans glanced at the battle field; the office with which some of them were familiar had been completely renovated. While I, on the other hand, am trying to catch my breath, my injuries are slowly healing.
The pain from my broken bones started to take effect, especially on my left hand. As for the ribs, although the pain subsided, they were also itchy, and the urge to scratch them felt like that of a nicotine addict who hadn't had a puff since morning. The craving to scratch my injuries is real.
As for that yellow goblin, you say? well, its body lay besides my feet while its head is somewhere on the streets. The mission stated that I should wipe them out or occupy their tribe. Now, why didn't I subjugate the yellow goblins and occupy their tribe? My answer would be, "Why in the hell would I do that?" Why would I waste my time on these yellow goblins and turn them into underlings while knowing how this system works? Everything starts from scratch! In short, it is up to me to find a way to make them submit.
Hell, if we could even communicate when the yellow goblin finally wakes up, I am strongly certain that it won't simply kneel and swear to be my underling. Not to add that this goblin has the ability to end my life because, without my skills, I am helpless against that bone armor's piecing damage.
Speaking of that bone armor, it sure is unique and kind of a wake-up call. Although I have seen a lot of weird stuff since I turned into an orkling, the bone armor not only provided a reliable defense but also a unique way to attack its foes.
The yellow goblin didn't even do too much damage during the fight; the real threat came from the status alignment, which is an injured left hand debuff and an injured rib cage debuff. These debuffs would have been a game changer had the battle kept going on, and from the way that the yellow goblin fought, he also knew how to utilize the bone armor well, trading blows to stack these debuffs. If I didn't have a high health regeneration rate and strong physical strength, he would only need to land 2 to 3 hits, and I would be at his mercy.
Since I was reborn and sent to live this dreadful life, I have been fighting for my pitiful ork life. The only reason I've managed to live until now is because I ask myself this question every time: "If I wanted to kill myself, how would I do it?" Keeping a highly dangerous goblin that has no means to communicate alive is one way to get myself killed. So I did the opposite.
"Orkaa and the rest of you, kill all the yellow goblins you find, check the rooms on this floor, and when you're done, check the upper floors. Make sure to check every room and every hole you can find. Go in groups of 3, try not to separate too far, and only go to the next floor once all groups are done checking, and head together, understood?"
"GOORAAH!"
Orkaa and the others, still excited from that battle, nodded frantically. They were hoping to find the same yellow pleb their chieftain just fought and have a glorious battle. The orks were in a hurry, afraid that the other orks would beat them to it, especially Orkii. He was in distress; he had it, but he couldn't keep it; the epic battle he sought was gone.
While the orks were busying themselves looking for some yellow goblins, I grabbed a soda, ate some local chips, sat in the largest office chair, and spun around using my feet. Life's hard; enjoy the little things.
Lv2 Fatigue Debuff was blinking in red at my status screen HUD. My class skill consumption is ridiculously high; using all my active skills in a span of 5 seconds exhausted all my reserves. I need to thoroughly plan my next battle; my poor brain cells deserve a day off.
As I spun around the chair, the upper floor was getting rowdy, the orklings were a little bit more violent than usual, goblins could be seen falling from the window, and of course, humans were begging for their lives. Accidents do happen; as for survival, some of the humans would attack and end up in a sack of meat.
I didn't stop the orks, though I used to be a human and I should be helping, but right now I am an orkling, and I have made peace with that long ago; therefore, my priority is my horde. In fact, I am killing these goblins for the mission, and the goblins, being dead, ended up helping them. I gain 10 times the normal amount of mana from killing a human compared to goblins, so killing the humans is not worth it, especially when they aren't even a threat. But you can never be too safe.
Since killing them would only increase my mana corrosion level, ignoring these people is obviously far better than killing them.
From time to time, a few humans would run down, and they would then be surprised to see a bunch of humans loitering around the floor; some would break down and cry, and some would be full of smiles seeing familiar faces; a few humans would be seen looking outside from the windows and observing as the chaos unfolds.
People were slowly opening up, and they started asking or talking about anything to keep them occupied.
"Damn, you look like shit!"
"Don't cry now; you're safe."
"Dan died because of me."
"Anyone got water?"
"What's downstairs? Why are you guys still here?"
"Are these green guys friendly?"
Most of them are probably lost; heck, based on the mission information and the time I have spent here, it hasn't been more than 6 hours since they were just living an average, normal life. Even if peace were to return after this apocalyptic event, things wouldn't be the way they were before; there would be a huge power shift. Chances are, once they beat the beasts and regained control, they would then aim their weapons at their fellow humans.
Right now, these humans are weak, but they will slowly grow stronger; after all, if this world had to release its mana and use these humans as ways to fight for something that's even more dangerous out there, then they must be capable.
It didn't take a while before one of the orks came to the 11th floor. They told me they had found something but didn't know what it was. So, I, the smartest of the bunch, had to go and see what it is. With my two and a broken brain cell, this would be a piece of cake.
After climbing the stairs, the elevators were already long destroyed. On the 19th floor, above this floor would be the roof top, anyway, on this floor stood some sort of altar; around the altar were bones, human bones to be exact, and freshly extracted to boot.
as I got closer, the system notification pops up.
*DING*
- Discovered ?*?*?*?*?*'s altar.
- Would you like to use 250 units of VP to convert a drop of its power into *?*?*?*?*?
- Y/N
"Is this my reward for clearing the submission?"
No, the mission remains active. In essence, it could be an entirely different matter. In other words, what happens after this will be on me.
Fuck, now I am in a dilemma. If I replied "yes," it would imply that I had tossed the "how to survive in the wild 101" survival guidelines that my brain cells had worked overtime to devise. Damn, this is hard. Fuck, this might be a game changer. At the same time, the principles that I have upheld and that have kept me alive up until this point say, "The sodas are getting warm; you don't have time for this shit." Fuck, brain cells, I choose you!
A brain storm was brewing inside my mind. Brain cells spun so hard that 'Crack!' BOOM! Another brain cell cracked.
"NO, Orkaa, pass me that yellow soda; it has mint flavor."
*Confirm?*
'Gulp' 'Gulp' 'Gulp'
"Ahhh, damn, that hit the spot when it's cold, yes."
The instant I confirmed, the bones all around me began to tremble. The altar's top formed a crack as they approached it gradually. Following the suctioning in of all the bones, everything went quiet. The altar had vanished, and the area was now devoid of bones.
"Well that was very anticlimactic. Now what?"
*DING*
- Gazzzasarak has been slain.
- Gazzzasarak's Yellow Goblin Tribe has lost its chieftain.
- Gazzzasarak's Yellow Goblin Tribe has lost its altar.
- Gazzzasarak's Yellow Goblin Tribe has lost its camp.
- Gazzzasarak's Yellow Goblin Tribe has now been disbanded.
- Gazzzasarak's Yellow Goblin Tribe has now been wiped out.
- All the surviving members of Gazzzasarak's Yellow Goblin Tribe are now unaffiliated goblins.
*DING*
- Sub-Mission: Wipe out or subjugate the Yellow Goblin Tribe
- Status: Complete.
- Reward: 23 Mana Crystals (T1)
(Location: Roof-top)
- Extra reward: Totem Symbol Blueprint
(Dissect and study, Gazzzasarak's body to understand how his power works. Use "How to Totem Knowledge 101" to understand and create a new Totem Symbol.)
"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK!, So I'm a coroner now, and I need to have totem knowledge? I can't even fucking carve with these hands! so this extra reward is as good as no reward."
I was actually enraged; I had long understood how the system worked and had made peace with it, but this was too much.
Do you want this hut bonus? Go build a hut.
Do you want this warehouse bonus? Go dig it first.
Do you want this totem bonus? Come back when you've finally carved one.
I simply built the huts because they were the only thing I could build from the Building System HUD, warehouse? I couldn't even find a cave, so I had to dig, and dig I did, only for it to collapse, so I converted them into latrines, and don't even mention the totem carving; the system even labeled my "totem" as "your mom's dildo". If you were to check the backyard of my hut, it is filled with dildos lying around.
"Deep breath! …. Orkaa, let's go; we're heading to the rooftop; the rest of you, although the mission is done, continue to check the rooms, in case you missed some goblins."
"Gruh!"x8
When Orkaa and I arrived on the rooftop, what we witnessed and what was to come completely changed my life forever. The rooftop had been transformed into a goblin camp; within, you could hear moans, a woman in pain giving birth, and squeals from infants inside. I felt sick to my stomach, and the soda I just drank wants to come out and see what's going on.
When one of the yellow goblins discovered us, it screeched to alert its fellow fuck buddies, and as a result, a growing number of them at least 20 came out of their camp carrying any sharp objects they could hold. The sizes of the goblins ranged from adult to child-like.
They might've been a lot, but I wasn't intimidated by them; in fact, I was eager to kill each and every one of these bitches. Orkaa didn't even wait for my order before storming at the goblins; he was as eager as I was. Orkaa would simply step on the little goblins while grabbing the bigger ones and using them as weapons.
Brutal, but I like it! Additionally, I grabbed one of the adult goblins by the head and used it to strike the head of another goblin, who was about to thrust a small, sharp object at me. Both goblins died instantly. I would occasionally grab a goblin with each of my hands and simply throw them over the fence. As I kept throwing these goblins over the fence and falling off the building, I didn't even sweat.
Once all the goblins who came out to fight had all died, I braced myself for what was to come and slowly walked into one of the camps. Weak murmurs could be heard inside, and some squeals too. goosebumps when I opened the cloth and saw what was inside the soda come out faster than I could blink my eyes. "Yeah, I'm finally out, what's so disg- WTF" the soda evaporated. What I saw were females lying on the ground; some still had babies connected to their lower parts; a few were in the middle of giving birth; and others were holding their babies.
"FUCK! These female goblins are ugly as fuck! What is this smell? Bleuggh!"
Inside the camp were a lot of female goblins. I am forever scarred by what I just saw there. I would never set foot inside a goblin camp again. When it comes to appearance, female goblins resemble male goblins except for their vagina. As for female humans? There weren't any; apparently, they think those female humans are ugly. So, whether you're a male or a female, you're on their menu. When the female goblins saw us, they panicked, and some of those with enough strength grabbed their weapons and attacked us. Orkaa gladly bitchslapped them to death.
"Shit, it stinks. Although they used the rooftop for open ventilation, it wasn't enough. Orkaa, there's no point in keeping them alive."
As Orkaa started the massacre, some of the female goblins tried to seduce me so their lives could be spared as I moved toward the chest on the most obvious throne for Gazzzasarak. So I sprinted, grabbed the mana crystal, and ran away.
I left Orkaa to finish the job while I came down and inspected the mana crystals. Thankfully, I can check its function with the system HUD.
*Ding*
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- Mana Crystal T1
- Reserve: 213/250 mana
"Oh, let's see the other crystals."
I confirmed one at a time that each mana crystal had a maximum capacity of 250; the highest and lowest mana insides were 221 and 163 units, respectively. After holding onto one of the mana crystals for a while, I suddenly felt a soothing sucking sensation. The mana crystal's 163 units have been increased to 165 units.
"And so, for the time being, I guess I don't need to worry about mana corrosion."
After I got the reward, I walked in circles around the 19th floor, viewed all the glass windows, and surveyed the outside view of the building. There is no doubt that this is a prosperous country. After going around three times just to make sure I didn't miss anything, and even after three rounds of surveying, I came to the conclusion that I had absolutely no idea what I was looking at.
I don't see any locations or structures that would resemble a school or a library, so perhaps it's a cultural issue. The majority of the building architects reminded me of medieval times as soon as I arrived on this world. It appears that I was misled when I assumed they were only a tourist draw.
I did find quite a lot of military vehicles and what appeared to be checkpoints on some roads and bridges.
"Hmmm. Maybe I can use this to my advantage. Brain cells, I choose you!"
My two damaged and one intact brain cells began to spin; this time, creaking noises seemed to be coming from my head, like something that would sound expensive coming from a vehicle. As I keep thinking, the sounds in my head feel like they are about to reach their breaking points, but then. BOOM! Words, numbers, and pictures started popping up in my head. A plan is currently in progress!
After or during a disaster, especially in the cities, most military or rescue personnel would set up their bases in locations where they could accommodate a lot of people, such as schools, hospitals, malls, sports centers, or any areas where they wouldn't be overcrowded. Obviously, the military will not disregard other strategically important locations to establish their bases, and since everything is currently in an apocalyptic and never-ending state of disaster, they would have to set up some outposts as some sort of parameter. Now all I have to do is locate the areas with military bases that seem like schools or libraries.
After narrowing all the places down, two areas were left. The first one had a mansion-like appearance, or more specifically, a district of architectural buildings from the old era. The second had a park-like appearance and was surrounded by buildings with a hint of old-style architecture and a mix of modern architectural buildings. I did discover other places where that might be a school, but the majority of them resembled a place where people would hang out.
The park was on my east and the district was on my north; I could both see what seemed to be a large military base, though, from where I stand, I could see some sort of battle going on, and the way those smokes show, it doesn't seem like they are in favorable condition.
Orkaa came down from the rooftop; he seemed fine and bored, but the smell and blood all over his body were unbearable, so I ordered him to find water and clean himself.
"Orkee!, call the others; once Orkaa returns, we're going back down. Also, I need someone to bring this crate of mana crystals; you can put some soda in there too. I think I have an idea of where we should be heading."
It didn't take long before the home bois had already gathered. We went down, and when the humans saw us leaving, there was a small commotion because most of them didn't know what to do. They would all undoubtedly follow me obediently if I told them to, but I disregarded them.
When we arrived at the ground floor, I couldn't find any beasts loitering inside the building. The yellow goblins completely vanished, and even the spiders on the neighboring building didn't bother to come here. I think most of these beasts are territorial, and they are mainly here to gather or absorb mana. The natives are probably the desserts. So, avoid all areas that seem like a horde of beasts would use them as their base. And for those suicidal beasts, they probably gather mana through killing, so they have to continuously roam around and hunt.
The humans eventually decided to follow us when we left the building. It's not like they had a choice; some did opt to go on their own, and they likely had family or loved ones to find.
A large group of people are following their favorite K-pop boy band. We would undoubtedly draw a lot of attention with this large group of humans on the street.
Soon after, a beast charged towards us; this time it was a boar, but it was a lot smaller than the one we killed previously on Noueva. This boar has its own special way of surviving. This one seemed to have very hard, thick skin and large hooves compared to the boar on Noueva that developed a lot of horns and bone spikes all over its body.
When one of the orks used his few remaining large spears against the boar's thick defenses, the large spear snapped and broke in half due to the boar's and ork's combined strength, but the boar still continued its charge. Eventually, the boar was able to push and knock the ork to the ground. The boar then tried raising its giant hooves to stomp on the ork's head, but the other orks managed to deal enough damage that the boar had to stop its attack.
Orkaa and Orkee just used their bare hands and attacked with their fists instead of their spears. 'Bang! The boar was only pushed to the side when the fist struck its stomach. Normally, this would have been a serious problem, but to the orklings, it just seems like they've found an interesting new toy. A flesh toy.
"Hey! Hey! I know you guys want to play, but since we're in the middle of the road, it isn't safe. Take care of it right away. Once we find our mission objective, you can play then."
After hearing my calls, they reluctantly beat the boar to death. The orks used their feet to kick one of the boar's front legs, snapping them in half, followed by a few more kicks from other orks, immobilizing the boar. They kicked the jaw, dislocating it, making it impossible to bite, as it seemed that other than its huge hooves and hard skin, it also has a powerful bite, and then they proceeded to shove a large spear up its anus straight to its mouth.
"From the looks of it, you guys seem hungry, but you guys can't bring the boar; you have to clean and process it, and we don't have the time for that, especially since you just stabbed its ass and contaminated the meat inside."
The ork reluctantly removed the spear and left the boar by the road. The humans, on the other hand, slowly understood what kind of beasts they have chosen to follow; they know that this new popular K-pop boy band doesn't attack them, or in simple terms, mind their own business, and all of the green beasts listen to the tallest, smartest, charismatic, handsome, and most handsome beasts of the group.
As the group continued forward, more and more beasts continued to attack us, and although we killed most of them ourselves, there were just too many, so the humans had no choice but to defend themselves against these mosquitoes, goblins, and ratmen. I call these rats toddlers since they are the same size as a toddler. The ratmen were the same as the yellow goblins; they were using weapons, but compared to the yellow goblins, who would ambush, these rats would send numbers. Every time a group of them attacked us, it would be in 30 to 50 numbers. If a guy from my old world were to ask me, "How many babies or toddlers does it take to paint a wall?" my answer would be, "There isn't enough wall to paint."
"Orkaf, Orkii and Okuu, stop playing with them and quickly finish them off!"
As the ratmen were as big as toddlers and could surround a single ork or human with 8 to 10 of them, I called since their strategy was to surround their target. Even if they aren't doing any harm, the more we entangle ourselves with these rats, the more vulnerable we become to sneak attacks from other animals.
Orkee would grab one ratmen and throw it at its fellow ratmen, and it would look like a car accident; the ratmen would be dismembered from the impact. The humans, on the other hand, would create a line, making the rat's strategy obsolete. The ratmen's numbers quickly diminish, and they then flee towards the buildings.
After we wiped out the ratmen beasts, we encountered the hard-shelled spiders, though they would only attack us if we got too close to their base, and I guess having a big group does make you a bit intimidating. Dealing with them wasn't a problem since they mostly prefer to fight in the shade or in a narrow area. We would just be in a stalemate, pointing our spears at them while the spiders made some intimidating sounds, and it worked because I just wanted to get away from the area.
"Orkaf! Get your ass back here!"
The orks just couldn't stop themselves and would sometimes storm towards a group of hard-shelled spiders. Thankfully, when I called for them to comeback, they made a comical U-turn.
Not only the beasts found our group, but humans also discovered our large parade. From time to time, a few surviving humans would join in the parade, but occasionally some would leave; they must be heading somewhere, and there were also people who were trapped in the buildings and would call for help.
The humans would only look at that but couldn't do anything; after all, the buildings had beasts nesting on them. Which building here isn't dangerous? The humans trapped inside knew that, and the humans outside also knew that; after all, except for those humans who were saved when the yellow goblins were being wiped, the rest of the other humans who joined us later fought through hell and even had to leave some of their comrades behind just to escape how dangerous those buildings were.
But of course there would also be some people who, when they see our group, would muster enough courage and attempt to escape the building and join the parade; some groups succeed but at a cost, and some groups couldn't even make it to the ground floor. People could really come up with unconventional ways when their lives are at stake.
More beasts kept on coming, but this time, more humans decided to start picking up some weapons and started fighting. The orks would deal with the annoying ones, the toughest, the meanest, and the most dangerous ones, not because they were protecting the humans but more because they loved to fight, while the humans would work together and attack those beasts in groups that passed through the orks' kill zone.
Another beast species has introduced itself: pigmen beasts. Their body structures were a human with a pig head, five fingers per hand, hooves as its feet, muscular with a big belly, around 5.5 feet tall, brown furred, and they had tusks on their snouts. They were wielding logs and sometimes metal pipes as weapons. They are slightly stronger than all the beasts we have fought, but they come in small numbers (10 to 15 most of the time), and they fight like orks, using brute strength to deal with their enemies.
"Go, the rest of you go fight one pigmen each, finish them as fast as possible, once you're done, help your fellow orks then find another foe, and I will hold the rest of these pigmen while you guys slowly kill them."
One of the pigmen at the back was slightly larger than the rest and had more linear muscles than its counterpart.
"I guess that's the leader, GRAHHHH!!"
I released my war cry; it alerted the pigmen leader, signaling to him that I was here and that he should come and fight me. After my war cry, I stormed towards the six pigmen.
">Power Strike!<"
"Oiiink! Puche!"
The other 4 pigmen and their leader were terrified by my use of force when the pigmen's head exploded after it ate my fist. They want to get away, but their leader is here, so they have to fight. I've been practicing how to fight using as little energy as possible since the encounter with those yellow goblins.
I didn't stop when my fist smashed the pigmen's head; instead, I moved faster and went after one of them (a normal tackle). I still had more confidence in my strength and momentum despite the possibility that I would wind up being restrained, and as my tackle landed, it knocked and broke the majority of the pigmen's bones.
I then aimed for the pigmen next to the tackled pig and grabbed its tusk, yanking it from its mouth. The pigmen fell to the ground while gripping its snout and squealing in anguish. I used the tusk I was holding to stab one of the pigmen who was attempting to hit me with its weapon in the ears.
'Puchok'
With my 20+ strength, the tusk that was stabbed from the ear went deep enough that it killed the pigmen instantly. The pigmen fell to the ground while on its knees. Then I turned my attention back on the squealing pig on the ground. I held its head; its eyes were staring at me; tears were flowing; and I used one of my hands to grab its lower jaw. It tried to close its jaws, but my strength was something a pig could not contest, and I pulled his jaws off, tearing some of its skin, spreading blood everywhere, and leaving its tongue hanging. The pigmen were still flinching, so I firmly gripped its head and slammed it hard on the floor, killing it this time.
A pigmen with no head, a pigmen with jelly shake in its body, a pigmen with a tusk as a hearing aid, and a pigmen who wished to be an opera singer were all dead, and it took no more than 7 seconds.
I gazed at the pigmen who died in tears and muttered.
"Blame your leader for using numbers rather than its own strength to fight its battle!"
I looked at the leader and said.
"Are you not entertained!"
The pigmen leader and I gazed at one another.
"COME!"
The leader ran at me, its right arm growing big and strong while its left hand thinned out. "Some sort of skill?" Although the pigmen's hand grew big, it wasn't longer, so I used a front kick, denying the pigmen the opportunity to engage. After 3 seconds, both of its arms returned to normal. I smirked. Then I shouted.
"NOW!, grab both of its hands, and hold him still!"
The leader was surprised; he expected a one-on-one battle, but the situation has completely reversed from awhile ago.
"Let me show you how to fight in numbers, you bitch! Hold him tight!"
Pig squealed and cried for mercy, but alas, I don't speak pig language. After the pigmen got their asses beaten, we continued to move, and we are almost close to one of the areas.
More and more beasts fell into our hands, but more also kept coming. Then I observed one of the humans drop his metal pipe, and suddenly a white sword popped out from his hands, and he proceeded to slash the worm-like beast.
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That was my reaction when I saw that happen. I thought the weapons the humans have been using until now were loot they picked up from slain enemies. I was kind of envious of those weapons, but I fooled myself into thinking that since my large spear is bigger, it's better. But now, I couldn't control my curiosity and went to that human when the battle was over.
The humans noticed my sudden change of behavior, as mostly I would just keep walking once the fight was done, so all eyes were on me. The human also panicked a bit, and when he noticed me heading towards him, he moved out of the way, thinking the green guy must be checking the worm-like beasts since they do it time to time when they kill a new type of beast. A few seconds passed, but the big, talented, intelligent, charismatic, smart, knowledgeable, handsome, and most handsome ork stopped and kept standing in front of him for a few seconds, yellow eyes clearly aimed directly at him.
'gulped'
He was nervous as hell; whispers could be heard from the humans behind him; his hands started to shake even harder; and he thought his path to greatness and a never ending harem was already in his grasp when he got a class, but alas, his harem/R18 story will end here.
I stood in front of him and pointed at his sword; the man was clearly about to die of fright when I pointed; he noticed my intention and tried to grab his sword and gave it to me; his shaking continued to intensify until he dropped the handle on my hand.
*Iron Sword*
(Common)
Slash Damage: 50-60 base damage.
Pierce Damage: 40-60 base damage.
Blunt Damage: 25-35 base damage.
"What the hell!"
The moment I held the sword, its stats were shown. I was shocked, then a question popped into my mind: why doesn't our large spear have stats?
*DING*
- Your "long spear' doesn't have a stat because it's not a spear, it's a log.
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"SIgh..."
That really hurt my feelings. I returned the sword to the man; he was a little bit lost and bewildered by what just happened, but I ignored him. Then I looked at the other humans behind him, and they were all staring at me; being tall made it a lot easier to gaze at me. I scan the surroundings, and my head snapped and I stared at one of the humans standing at the corner, acting cool. This guy probably is giving off some "Kirito" vibes; he had that serious face, like he is holding onto something important and he is afraid to release it. The guy flinched, and his shit that he has been holding this entire time climbed up. I walked closer, they gave way, it took me a second to reach and stand in front of the guy, and I pointed at his weapon, which seemed to be like a giant sledgehammer.
The guy was shaking and reluctantly handed me his weapon. When I held the weapon, it was like holding the most comfortable pillow I could lay my hands on. I wanted to squeeze it. It felt like a smooth, firm buttock, and I just couldn't stop caressing it. I placed it on my face and gently rubbed my face on its handle.
"Ahhh, big, long, and hard. One of my favorites."
*Iron Metal Sledge Hammer*
(Common)
Slash Damage: 0-5 base damage
Piercing Damage: 0-5 base damage
Blunt Damage: 100 base damage
The weapon was all metal, unlike most sledgehammers that have a wooden handle. Although the wooden handle was attached to absorb the vibration upon impact, people grow stronger, and physics by then had already killed itself, so the vibration from impact wouldn't be an issue later on. Some humans would probably parry dragon claws later.
As I molested the sledge hammer, I accidentally made eye contact with its owner. The guy's face would look like a child who broke his toy, but he couldn't cry because if he did, his mom would beat his ass for destroying the toy, so he had no choice but to cry without making a sound. Dude really wanted his hammer back, but I want his hammer too.
Brain cells, I call you!
My brain cells spun around as my last remaining brain cells were about to crack. Pictures, numbers, and words popped into my mind!
"Orkac, come here, and bring the box with you."
Orkac came to me with the box he had been holding once the battle was over.
I grabbed one mana crystal and gave it to the guy, though he seemed lost, but after a few seconds of looking at it, he was shocked; it seemed like his own system finally kicked in. When he saw the content of the crystal, his face turned red, and he had the look of a guy who couldn't believe he just won the lottery. Then again, value is in the eyes of the beholder, and to me, this weapon is a lot more valuable than the mana crystal, which appears to be useless right now. I turned around and walked towards the rest of the orks, time to time I would check on the guy, but he seemed to have forgotten about his sledge hammer. When I got to my homies they were bewildered by my new-found toy.
"Bozz, Waz Datz?"
"This? This is my bang stick."
Just in time, a new batch of beasts showed up. These beasts were like king mushrooms; they had a sharp needle growing on them, like an urchin. The mushrooms also come in different sizes; the small ones would rush towards their foes and pierce them with those needles, while the big ones would bloat and turn those needles into projectiles; the smallest mushroom has the size of a ratman, while the biggest mushroom was as tall as the orks; hence, they were formidable opponents; thankfully, they move in groups of 3 to 8.
So when my parade spotted them, I grabbed my sledge hammer and went for the biggest one. I made a huge swing and gave full force, but I didn't use a skill.
BOOM!
Like a baseball game, hitting a home run, that fat ass mushroom, was smacked so hard, it flew, traveling at 250 km/hr and hitting somewhere on the 8th or 9th floor of the building, then what's left of its body was exited from the other side.
The jaws of both humans and orklings dropped.
"So, anyone want to play with my new toy?"
I looked at the orklings and waved the hammer in front of them; like kittens who couldn't stop themselves, they kept following where the hammer went. After a while, the orks, took turns swinging the sledge hammer and smacking those fat ass mushrooms.
After they were done playing with it, Orkaa passed me the hammer.
"Bozz, Hitz mez withz itsz."
I stared at Orkaa. Confused and lost.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Everything." Orkaa stared through my soul.