It... let's just say it was an orc. The orc's charge was both violent and unpredictable, I swallowed my saliva when I saw the creature club shattered the ground.

Truthfully, I barely able to avoid its first charge, if I wasn't used Flying Kick to run away, I was one hundred percent sure I would become a meat pulp.

Afraid? Of course, I was afraid! I was super scared! My arms and legs were trembling, my teeth gave the weird gritting sound, my breath became very rushed, and I seemed to pant more exaggeratedly than the orc's nasal breath. I wished to turn tail and run away immediately! but considering its charging speed clearly that wasn't a good idea.

Even so, the orc was glaring at me, seemingly more unhappy than before. It gave a roar and once again charged at me using all of its strength.

But unlike before, this time I managed to buy a little distance and I was prepared. This time rather than using Flying Kick I just ran with my wobbling legs, hoping the crazy swings from its club wouldn't reach me or it would suddenly change its direction.

Perhaps because of its bulky body, or because it was charging with all of its might, once the orc charged forward it couldn't change its direction.

And my theory was proven right as I repeatedly avoiding the orc's attacks, distanced myself and then watching the orc ran straight for another few meters before it completely stopped its path and continued to charge me.

But why was it attacking me? Maybe because I was entering its territory? but so did the slimes.

Well, I could see some of the slime's lifeless bodies were sticking on the orc's body, so I guessed they also had their own share of misfortune.

Lost in my own thought, once again I almost got overrun by the orc but somehow I managed to give a counter hit into the orc's shoulder as I was avoiding him.

Not without a cost though. Even though I was the one that hit it, my right hand went numb. On the other side, the orc's right shoulder was falling asleep, dropping off its table sized wooden club.

"Hm?"

I might be crazy, but the way I saw the orc right now, its eyes widened, its breath ragged and harsh. I noticed its left arm was trembling at its side, its right arm was loosely hung and the orc stopped charging toward me. It almost felt like the orc was... afraid?

Well, it seemed I wasn't the only one with shaky hands and legs, weren't I?

....

Wait a minute.

Did my punch just completely broke its right arm?! Don't tell me the orc was weak?!

With the sudden realization, I didn't know whether or not that was true, but I gained some confidence, just enough to stop my trembling limbs.

But what should I do next? I wasn't that confident enough to completely charged and attacked the orc face to face. Sure my punch could break its arm, but the orc also could shatter the ground.

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Oh, right. I had Insight.

"Insight."

After I cast it, I could see the purple-ish aura covering the orc's body. But... what was the purple aura meant?! and here I thought insight would let me saw the target's status.

But just a second I turned my attention away, the orc was turning its body and running away, cradling its right arm while its feet were stomping against the ground, sunken it in with each step sit took.

Huh... I guessed all was well. Though just to make sure and for the future references, I ran, collecting as many momentum as I could, and then I jumped with my right leg, lifted my left one and thrusting it forward.

As my left foot making a contact with its back, I could hear the sound of something was breaking, my left foot was sinking into its body, the orc shrilled before it dropped down.

"Gah... disgusting," I grumbled as I pulled my left foot out, completely covered in the green liquid.

Funny enough, even though I did not have any major injury, but I didn’t know why I was tired.

And then my stomach growled, I squirmed in the ground to try to silence the rumbling. I glanced at the orc corpse, right now I couldn't look at an animal or plant or even a monster and not wonder if it was edible. I didn't care if it was tasty or disgusting, I just hoped that it could stave off the pains a while.

My eyes glazed over as I imagined the sandwich with an orc meat. I was salivating at the thought of it. My stomach rumbled again, and I tried to cover it with my hand but the rumbled was loud, louder than the orc's roar.

I wanted to use the poison detect to check whether or not the meat was poisonous, but my magic was running low.

Then, once again my stomach snarled and howled and from it came the not-so-subtle undertone of pain. It came in waves and it seemed as though my stomach was slowly digesting itself. I clutched at it, but it cried even louder. It was a slow pain, eating away at my stomach and leaving me feeling drained and empty.

I just didn't care anymore, I crawled my way to the stinky corpse and widened my mouth, biting the orc's tough thigh, not caring if it would kill me, only that I vomited just when I started chewing the meat.

The smell... the smell was foul, hideous, sickening. I never ate wet socks or the rotten egg, but I knew the orc meat was tasted like those two, with a little spice of skunk fart. 

I regretted my decision, very regretted it. Heck, I rather starved to death rather than putting that meat onto my mouth.

The good part, right now I completely forgot about the hunger, as I was trying to find a way to wash away the foul taste and the greenish liquid from my mouth.

I looked back to the orc in front of me, its body was full of muscles with arms and legs almost as big as my shoulder width, indeed if I looked carefully the orc appearance was a scary one, but... rather than being afraid, I was remembering the disgusting unexplainable taste.

I just couldn't bear another second of my life seeing this orc.

Slowly, I gathered my will and started standing, walking away as far as I could until I couldn't see the orc corpse; completely ignoring my supposedly north destination.

I spent the rest of the night cursing at my decision.

On the fourth day, with 13 out of 19 magic power, I started the day as the usual, using Direction and faithfully walked to the north, and seemed like the monsters variety that I met was increasing.

Yesterday it was only the tentacles, the slimes, and the orc. But right now I could see the slimes plus a bird-like monster and a herd of normal looking goats.

But my first priority was chasing after the slime, drinking their body to wash the lingering disgusting taste from my mouth.

And maybe because I was hungry or what, I was having a very hard time to capture the slimes. Most of the slime that I managed to catch or grab was destroyed, splashing the blue watery liquid into the ground.

From fifteen tries, I only managed to capture three, I instantly gulped the first two slimes that I managed to capture, and used the last one as a water source to clean and wash my body.

Now, this time I was taking my shirts, planning to use it as an emergency bag to contain the slimes. And as I strolled around, I found another two slimes, I failed to capture the first one and unintentionally destroying it, for the second one, I accidentally stepped on it.

Following the second slime demise,  a trumpet and chimney music rang in my ears. Followed by the familiar god-like voice.

"Congratulations! You levelled up!"