I could see the sand rising in the midst of the Orcs' sudden steps, the blood gushing out as they hit each other.

I felt my heart race at the effervescent sensation that came over me. Unlike before, every particle of my existence vibrated with the possibilities.

With light steps, I followed Torug as he walked towards the group of Orcs and Half-Orcs training fervently.

──── Today, Grunt's new class will be joining us. You, the elders, will assist in this work. ──── As I approached the group, I watched all the young Orcs and Half-Orcs gather in a line, all standing straight as an arrow.

They are already on the threshold of a Grunt to a Grumush, almost complete warriors. In the meantime, a smaller group has joined us.

About 10 individuals, all juveniles. Some looked at me curiously while others just ignored me completely.

It was funny. How could an outsider be there in the end? Although I understood the Orcs' circumstances, Rogur decision was still strange.

Leaving that aside, I could see that each of the Quasi-Grumush had a sharp, savage and powerful aura. They would certainly make good teachers based on power.

──── Line up, little mice. Let's get started. ──── With Torug words as a guide, I joined the gang and copied them.

With a straight back and a concentrated gaze, I watched Torug.

──── We Grunts and Grumush must follow the Code of Grummsh. It is our honor, our duty as warriors. ──── With his serious countenance, the 7,5 foot Orc watched each of us.

With a smile on his face, he howled and began to recite the Code of Grummsh with praise. ──── I have no parents, I make Heaven and Earth my parents. I have no home, I make my body my home. I have no divine power, I make honesty my power. I have no conduct, I make humility my way of relating. ──── As he dictated, the other Orcs shouted as he slapped his pectorals, knocking his feet flat on the ground. I just followed him, following this kind of ritual was always exciting.

──── For Grummsh! For the Green Bear Tribe! ──── His shouts, though loud, don't even engulf Torug powerful voice.

──── I have no magical power, I make my personality my magic. I have no life or death, I make eternity my life and death. I have no body, I make courage my body. I have no eyes, I make lightning my eyes. I have no ears, I make sensitivity my ears. ──── As his words continued, the fervor of the other Orcs seemed to increase more and more.

──── I have no limbs, I make liveliness my limbs. I have no laws, I make self-protection my law. I have no plans, I make opportunity my plans. I have no strategy, I make the freedom to kill and resurrect my strategy. I'm not a prodigy, I make Respect for true doctrine my miracle. ──── Their shouts soon echoed throughout the village, the sand heaving with the shock of so many feet. Grummsh creed resounded in every soul of those present.

──── FOR GRUMMSH! FOR THE GREEN BEAR TRIBE! ──── The shouts became more and more powerful, drawing the savagery towards them.

──── I have no rigid dogmas, I make adaptability to all things my principle. I have no form, I make cunning my form. I have no miracles, I make justice my miracles. I have no tactics, I make speed my tactic. I have no friends, I make Mind my friend. ──── The words continued steadily, but something seemed different this time.

As if the world answered him, an image began to envelop each of those present, a gale of sand soon formed around them. I could feel the air becoming thinner, heavier.

──── I have no enemies, I make Imprudence my enemy. I have no armor, I make my sincerity and righteousness my armor. I have no fortified castle to defend me, I make my wisdom my castle. I have no sword, I make my calm and spiritual silence my weapon. ──── And as if Heaven and Earth were responding to each one of us there, I felt something inside me being driven by this will.

──── GRUMMSH! BALORAT MIKAR! GRUMMSH! BALORAT MIKAR! BALORAT MIKAR! BALORAT! MIKAR! ──── Their powerful shouts, their feet clashing on the sandy ground and the wild look in their eyes all seemed to be united in one creed.

──── I have nothing, I make strength my everything. ──── The last words seemed strangely powerful, and so something exploded inside everyone present. Torug made a strange expression, as if he was in pain.

Because they were under the power of the Grummsh Code, their XP gain had increased by 50% for two hours!

The gale and wild energy around them soon calmed down, the screams ceased and all that remained was a strangely terrifying silence.

──── Never break the Grummsh Code, it is our foundation. Our world. And if you do, make absolutely sure that Heaven and Earth agree. ──── With a deep, meaningful sigh, he looked at each of the Grunts there.

──── Rookhug, I want you to teach them. The rest is dismissed. ──── He left his last words as he walked away, it seems he had tasks to do.

With his orders given, the older Grunts left and headed for another part of the sand field. Only one of them remained, Rookhug, an Orc of at least six feet, with jet-black hair and blue eyes.

──── I want you to take one of the weapons over there and come to me, I'll evaluate each of you in combat. I hope you're not completely useless. ──── Rookhug snorted and pointed towards a weapons cabinet.

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Without wasting any time, I advanced faster than the others who soon followed me, my eyes shining. With the Grummsh Code increasing my experience, my plans would be much simpler.

When I reached the locker, I saw the various weapons there and although I was familiar with some, I decided to take a new route.

The motivation behind this? The future. Although I'm aiming for the Warrior Class, I'm going down a different path in the sense that I'm going to try to maximize every feature of this body. Unlike before, the [Furious Heart] exists.

Determined, I pulled out a large axe made of iron, simple and powerful. Its handle made from a mixture of wood and metal, its large blade was quite frightening to see. Even with greater strength than an ordinary human, it still seemed heavy enough.

[Old Iron Great Axe, Common (Tier 1, Blue): An ordinary Great Axe, aged by time. Who knows how long this weapon has been in use, but it can still be used. Durability: 30/50. Damage: 80-100. Weight: 7 lb/3.2kg. Size: 3 Feet/0.91 M.]

I squeezed its handle, feeling it with my hands. Unlike Mythos, this time I felt every ounce of it, felt its weight in its entirety. As real as it could be.

I took a deep breath, perhaps regretting it? In any case, I turned my attention to Rookhug. My steps soon led me to him.

──── An interesting choice for a wimp like you, skinny. Will you be able to use it? I think the wind will blow you over! HAHAHA! ──── With a loud laugh, the Orc simply found the whole situation funny. After all, with my 1.60 meters and slender frame, I do look skinny. However, this body is young and will certainly undergo changes.

However, this rationalization was of little use. My eyebrows arched and irritation showed on my face.

──── Huh! Are you angry, skinny? Fine! I'll stop playing with you, HAHAHAHAHA! ──── His annoying laugh resounded through the room and before I could reply, the other Grunts approached.

──── All right, no more jokes! I'll test each of you individually. Anyone interested? ──── Unlike before, he sounded strangely serious.

And again, without wasting any time, I stepped forward again.

──── You? Okay! Come on. You can attack me like you want to kill me. ──── Once again, Kookhug commented nonchalantly.

My body moved quickly, with one hand near the base of the Great Axe and the other about a third of the way up the handle. With the handle parallel to my chest and his head above me, I moved forward.

With clumsy steps, his right foot went forward and then his left. The distance between me and him was short, about three meters.

On this journey, I realized the differences between reality and illusion. When playing Mythos, the system usually helps and gives you the “paths” to follow in combat. Even professionals are limited to this, but it was different here. There was nothing to guide me.

Despite this, I kept going. With the distance shortened so that my weapon could hit him, I raised my axe harshly, without technique. With a vertical blow from above, I cut the space between my weapon and his skull.

My breathing was fierce, in and out.

With that blow, I must have spent at least 5 Stamina. I used every ounce of my strength and dexterity to perform it, even though I was inexperienced, I could certainly cause serious damage to anyone unprotected.

When the blow landed on Rookhug, the Orc simply watched him curiously as he used his superior dexterity to move quickly in the opposite direction.

With greater speed, he avoided being hit.

──── Look at that! The skinny guy's got a bit of power in him, huh? That was a reasonable blow for a beginner! ──── Again, he laughed. Once again, a distance of three meters was established between me and him.

Meanwhile, the other Grunts were whispering about my action. In addition, I heard a characteristic message ring out in my mind.

The process of obtaining the Main Class has been established! 30% of it has already been completed. Proceed!

My eyes widened. It looked like I would have help from the system after all. I could also feel a change inside me, as if something was helping me with my movements, but in a subtle way.

Once again I charged at him, this time placing my Great Axe horizontally, parallel to my arms.

Like a wild boar, I ran fast enough to catch up with him and use my axe's exaggerated reach against him once again.

This time, I used a horizontal blow, from bottom to top, aiming to hit him directly in the torso and chin with brutality.

And as if he had expected it, his foot moved, colliding directly with my attack.

The impact made me feel my arms tremble, so I dropped the axe to the ground.

──── You move like a beast! No intention, no intelligence. We're warriors, not fools. ──── He spat coldly, glaring at me.

60% of the Main Class acquisition process! Go on!

That look made something boil inside me and my eyes sharpened, and with a subtle movement, my right foot dug into the earth.

──── I'm just obeying your order, green toad. ──── I teased, a smile forming on my dry lips.

──── HAHAHA! Did you answer me, little mouse? Right, right. I'll teach you some manners! ──── As I spoke, he moved quickly towards me, crossing about two meters.

However, the anger in my heart exploded risquély, my foot planted on the ground soon rising, pulling all the sand into Rookhug face.

In his rush, he was forced to close his eyes and so I moved towards my big axe again, grabbing it by the handle. In the meantime, I took the opportunity to step back.

──── Look at that! That's what I'm talking about, skinny. Use your intelligence and cunning. Remember that in combat, strength isn't everything. ──── He said calmly as he wiped his stained face, a strange smile appearing on his face.

──── But... I'm a stingy guy. I didn't like getting sand in my face, really... Who does? ──── With his words and strange whisper, he once again moved towards me.

His speed surprised me, he must be at least Quasi-Rank B to move in such a way, and he must have a lot of dexterity. Like a figure, he approached me.

His fist came like a meteor, but I reacted quickly, perhaps because he had taken it easy too. I put the head of my axe against his punch, but so what?

My body once again suffered from the impact, I was thrown like a rag doll and must have flown for at least 10 meters.

When I landed on the sand, I rolled away in a space of at least 3 meters. I think I even heard a “Crack” in one of my legs, but due to the adrenaline rushing through my body, I let it go.

90% of the way to obtaining the Main Class! Carry on!

I stood up, a little crookedly, without letting go of the axe in my bloody hands. I could see him looking at me and coming towards me, his smile with crooked teeth and big fangs gave him a ferocious impression.

──── You didn't fall, did you? Since you're like that... I'll teach you something! ──── Bursting into laughter, his eyes closed.

In a single impulse, he approached me like a ghost and what I heard next almost made me spit blood with rage.