Darkie entered the Fracture quickly and bumped into Cale's back, who was standing still. Darkie quickly stood up and punched Cale from behind, but to his surprise, Cale did not dodge or retaliate in any way. Darkie looked at Cale's expression, which was full of seriousness.

"What is the matter, Master?" Darkie asked as he looked at Cale for a moment and then ahead at a long hallway lit with torches on the left and right. He then looked left and right; besides the torches, there were paintings of certain monsters carved by a sword on the stone marble.

Darkie looked at the grim expression of Cale. 'I have been here before!' Cale thought with furrowed brows as he kept staring ahead. 'This long hallway, these torches, and especially these carved paintings on the stone marble!' Cale looked to his right and started to move toward the painting on the right.

"A-Are you alright, Master?" Darkie followed behind Cale toward the painting on the right as he glanced right and left.

Cale approached and touched the carved painting on the stone marble, examining it. Darkie looked at the painting with curiosity from behind Cale. "Master, do you know these paintings? Have you been here before?" Darkie asked quickly as he watched Cale place his hand on the carved marble with furrowed brows.

"...Yes," Cale replied as he glanced at Darkie for a moment, then looked at the paintings again. In the painting, a monster sat on a throne, and several other monsters stood on the left and right.

"...You probably don't know, since you were not awake at the time. But I went inside a Fracture full of orcs... Green Orcs, and there were similar paintings, the hallway, and the lighting." Darkie raised his brows and stared at Cale. "These paintings seem to be the next half of those paintings." Cale replied as he turned around and started walking ahead.

"Hold on, Master!" Darkie quickly ran toward Cale as he finished observing the paintings. "Walk slowly!" Darkie shouted as he stood side by side with Cale, walking together.

Cale ignored Darkie's whining and said, "I have a bad feeling about this..." Darkie raised his brows in shock as he heard him say 'bad feeling.' "What kind of bad feeling, Master?" Darkie quickly asked in surprise. '...I don't know.' Darkie started punching him while shouting, "No! Now you have to tell me!"

After a while of walking, Cale felt something, and Darkie also felt something, showing his bloodlust like a cat. Cale held his scythe tightly and raised it as Darkie turned into energy and went inside the scythe.

From inside the dark hallway, five Red Orcs appeared with axes, a hammer, and daggers.

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'Red Orcs?' Cale thought, his eyes narrowing as he sized them up, momentarily lowering his guard.

A yellow system panel flickered into view, casting a soft glow over the hallway as it detailed the creatures before him:

[Information (Info):

Level (lvl): 36

Rank : C+-Rank

Species: Madness Orcs

Gender: Male

Skills/Techniques: Madness (C-Rank), Axe Mastery (C-Rank), Strong Body (C-Rank)

Description: Madness Orcs are born with a strong greed for strength and power. Their muscles are stronger than average Orcs, and they proudly display it to exert dominance over other species. Their main weapon is the axe; swords break in their hands. They live in deserts and hot places.

Weakness: Host can defeat them if he has better skills/techniques. Their knees, eyes, and heart are weaker; water magic works best on them.]

'Their skills are quite similar to Devan. Their skin color as well,' Cale thought as he glanced at the yellow system panel floating in front of him. 'What is the matter, Master?' Darkie's voice sounded inside his mind, catching him off guard for a second. '...Nothing,' Cale replied in his mind as he put his scythe inside the inventory.

'I would love to test the scythe, but first let's test physical strength and elemental powers,' Cale thought as he ducked down, fire enveloping his hands. The ground beneath Cale was destroyed as he charged forward. The five of them quickly stood in their stances, ready to fight Cale.

Cale moved with lethal grace, flames dancing around his fists. The first orc charged, its axe raised high, but Cale sidestepped with ease. He slammed his flaming fist into the orc’s chest. The skin sizzled, and the orc recoiled, clutching its burned flesh.

“Too slow,” Cale mocked, circling his opponent.

Another orc swung a massive hammer at him. Cale dodged and grabbed its wrist, and twisted until the weapon fell from its grasp. He then drove his flaming fist into its ribs, the fire spreading through its body. The orc staggered back, roaring in pain as smoke rose from its charred side.

Before it could recover, Cale spotted the third orc rushing toward him, dagger in hand. Cale smirked, ducking under the blade. He reached out and burned the orc’s arm with a swift swipe. The orc shrieked as its skin bubbled and peeled.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Cale taunted, flicking embers from his fingers.

The remaining orcs hesitated, fear creeping into their eyes. They glanced at each other, realizing they were outmatched. But it was too late. Cale moved again, his speed was like a blur.

The only remaining Orc tried to rush him and started swinging wildly in fear but Cale caught its attack easily. The Orc showed a fearful expression as he looked at Cale's calm and indifferent expression. Cale grabbed the Orc’s face with one hand quickly. His flames engulfing his palm. The orc screamed as its skin blackened under the heat. His face was burned until a skull remained behind

“You should’ve known better,” Cale sneered. With a final, brutal push, he burned the last Orc’s body into nothing but ash and threw it away as if it was nothing.

Ding!

[Host has slaughtered his 5 C+-Rank, Level (Lvl) 36 Orc prey]

[Converting Experience (Exp) to Store Points]

[1000 Store Points have been rewarded]

Cale glanced at the System Panel as if he was unamused by it. The area around Cale was filled with the smell of burnt flesh, the remains of the orcs scattered on the ground. Cale stood in this smell yet his expression remained indifferent,