Cale glanced at the System Panel as if he was unamused by it. The area around him was thick with the smell of burnt flesh, the remains of the orcs scattered across the ground. Yet, standing in this scene, Cale’s expression remained indifferent.

Cale took out his Scythe from his inventory. As soon as he did, the Scythe transformed into Darkie, who immediately started shouting, "Why didn’t you use me?" in angry and annoyance. Darkie stared at Cale, who continued to ignore him.

Growing more frustrated, Darkie began shouting again. Cale, unable to maintain his silence any longer, finally sighed and said calmly, "Fine. You’re up next," and started walking forward.

Darkie beamed with excitement, jumping happily as he followed Cale. "Really? Then which power will you be using me with?"

"..." Cale remained silent as he walked alongside Darkie, then eventually responded, "Whichever comes in handy." He glanced at Darkie, who looked back at him with childlike joy, bouncing along as if he were thrilled beyond words.

Cale observed Darkie’s behavior with a raised brow and thought, 'I should probably get a nanny for Darkie.' He watched Darkie’s gleeful reaction and wondered, 'I can’t be the only one with such a Weapon Spirit… Right?'

'Well, regardless, he’s useful in various ways,' Cale thought as Darkie looked back at him. "Oh, right, Darkie, you can change forms, right?" Cale asked, remembering one of Darkie’s abilities.

"Huh? Yes, Master!" Darkie was taken aback by the sudden question and quickly answered. 'Why is Master asking such an obvious thing?' Darkie thought, tilting his head and looking at Cale.

"Let’s restore this Fracture quickly and leave," Cale said as he resumed walking forward. 'He didn’t forget… that I can change forms… right?!' Darkie wondered, trailing behind Cale once again.

Lost in thought, Darkie was startled when Cale suddenly said, "I know the way to the Red Orc Boss's Throne." Darkie quickly responded, "Then let’s go there!" he shouted happily.

Darkie shifted back into a Scythe, and Cale took hold, darting forward at high speed, enveloped in lightning.

Within minutes, they arrived in front of a massive door. 'Yes, we’re here!' Darkie’s voice echoed in Cale’s mind, causing him to flinch slightly. 'Now that the stragglers are dealt with, it’s time for the main course,' Cale thought as he lowered the Scythe and ordered, "Change into a sword."

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'Yes,' Darkie quickly transformed into a sword. With a single, powerful swing, Cale sliced the door into pieces. 'Amazing swordplay, Master!' Darkie cheered in amazement.

Cale looked into the room. 'Well… this is just the same,' he thought as he surveyed the scene: the Chief Madness Red Orc seated on a throne above, surrounded by other Madness Red Orcs wielding axes, hammers, and daggers. The Chief himself had a massive sword beside his throne. The only difference was the presence of a cloaked figure standing next to the Chief.

'Hm?' Cale thought, noticing the mysterious orc covered in robes. "Who is he?" he muttered, eyeing the staff in the figure's hands. 'A wizard?' he wondered.

The System Panel flashed with information:

[Information (Info):

Name: Chief Madness Red Orc

Level (Lvl) : 38

Species: Madness Red Orc

Gender: Male

Skills/Techniques: Red Madness (C+-Rank), Sword Mastery (C+-Rank), Strong Body (C+-Rank), ???

Description: Madness Orcs are born with a fierce greed for strength and power. Their muscles are stronger than those of average Orcs, a fact they display to assert dominance over other species. Their main weapon is the axe; swords break in their hands. They thrive in deserts and other hot environments.

Weakness: Can be defeated by a host with superior skills/techniques. Weak points include their knees, eyes, and heart; water magic is especially effective.]

'Heh, it doesn’t make a difference,' Cale thought, tightening his grip on the sword as he ducked down. "Are you ready… Darkie?"

"Yes, Master!" Darkie responded, his tone fired up.

"Come at me, all of you!" Cale shouted, charging forward and barging into the group of orcs in an instant.

The Madness Orcs retaliated, Cale moved like a storm, slicing through the wave of Madness Red Orcs, each swing leaving a trail of scorched flesh and scattered remains. The orcs tried to surround him, but they barely had a moment to react before being cut down, one after another.

In seconds, he was in air before the Chief Madness Red Orc, eyes locked in challenge. But before Cale could strike, the robed wizard beside the Chief quickly raised his staff, summoning a blazing fireball. The projectile shot forward, flames roaring as it closed in. Cale’s eyes narrowed, and with a swift motion, he sliced the fireball cleanly in half, its embers dissipating into harmless sparks.

Without missing a beat, Cale charged at the wizard, intent on silencing him. But the Chief Madness Red Orc intervened, slamming his massive sword down to intercept Cale’s attack. Their weapons clashed, and the sound reverberated through the chamber. The other orcs watched, eyes widening as they realized Cale was steadily overpowering their leader.

Cale smirked, mocking the Chief as he pressed forward, each swing of his blade forcing the Chief back. The wizard, noticing his leader faltering, conjured a flurry of smaller fireballs and launched them toward Cale.

Without breaking his rhythm, Cale sidestepped and dodged each one, all the while taunting the Chief. He spun in a deadly arc, slashing the Chief across the chest, forcing him back. The Chief stumbled, clutching the bleeding wound on his chest, but refused to back down, his gaze unwavering.

In the tense silence, the Chief straightened, summoning his strength as his sword began to glow with a sinister red aura. Cale’s eyes narrowed in understanding. "So that was was the question marks meant," he muttered, recognizing the Chief’s aura. Cale then infused his own sword with a blood-red aura, the dark energy radiating off the blade as he faced the Chief with renewed intensity.

The Chief and the Wizard were both shocked by Cale’s ability to use Aura. Not to mention, it carried a terrifying, eerie feeling that made the Wizard step back a little in fright.

The two clashed once more, their weapons meeting in a flurry of sparks and roars. For ten fierce exchanges, their strikes collided, each one echoing with a brutal finality. But on the tenth strike, Cale’s strength prevailed. With a powerful swing, he threw the Chief to the side. The Chief smashed into the wall and then, without hesitation Cale, slashed horizontally. A blade of blood-red aura burst from his swing, arcing across the room and slicing the wizard clean in half. The fight took less than 7 minutes to finish.

The Madness Red Orcs froze, staring in horror at the lifeless wizard and their battered, wounded Chief. Fear began to creep into their eyes as they instinctively took a step back. Cale smirked, meeting their gaze with a cold, mocking glare, daring any of them to take the next step.