Blood splattered on the rocky walls of the corridor I found myself standing in. Shortly after, whimpering were heard from the dog that was getting bashed by the orc in front of me. Followed by further sounds of smashing and flesh squashing, until the dog no longer breathed or was even a dog.
After the brownish human like creature with somewhat sharp ears, wide mouth and head and yellow eyes finished killing the poor dog with his mace, he turned to me and spoke “cut, I guard”
I quickly nodded. Honestly, finding myself in this shit hell of a world, surviving is the greatest blessing you could ask for. So far, it is going great! If I choose to forget about the few times I was almost killed by cute things such as mutated dogs running around those hallways.
Moving forward, I tried to breathe through my mouth, a habit I got used to due to smells in this place. If you have ever been to a pig farm, then you will slightly begin to understand the smells of rotting excrements, mutated bugs, corpses and parasites in this place.
Let me not mention the countless pus and infections on any living creature that got lucky to survive in this place.
I kneeled at the corpse of the squashed dog, barely even resembling one any more. The dog was not what you would call a dog, really.
It had only one eye. It had hundreds of teeth in its mouth. And its body was covered in black, hard scales. The very scales that I used to create the makeshift knife in my hand.
But hey, it barks and bits, so it must be a dog, I guess.
Even if it was all squished together now, barely having a form.
The sight would make any normal person vomit on the spot, as bugs crawled between it scales in the flesh. I could even see long pink worms moving under the skin, pulsing.
I inserted my knife into the neck of the creature. The neck was the easiest to penetrate since it had a few holes where you can insert a knife. Then I slowly began ripping the outer scales of the dead dog by sliding my knife from the opening of the neck.
After some hard work. I cut open some pieces of red flesh muscle, at the inner part of the corpse, where it was protected from the filth by a jelly like substance.
Of course, you could choose to eat the parts that were green, filled with entire new ecosystems for your body to discover!
Actually, I learned a few days ago what would happen if you ate the green flesh muscles…it was quite interesting as it resulted in my now dead second orc companion to have parasites crawl out of his stomach during his sleep that tried to eat me.
After I put the pieces of flesh in a cloth bag that was already filled with other pieces of flesh of all colours and kinds, I wrapped it shut and put it inside my makeshift barrel backpack.
I then told the orc calmly “Finished.”
The orc grunted in acknowledgment, then gave me a hand sign and started walking. I repositioned the burning torch attached to my cloth helmet and I followed along the rocky corridor that was roughly dug, with rocks and small bugs crawling all around.
I still find myself wondering how I survived the past month since I found myself in this world.
You would think that if you woke up in another world it would be all nice and sunshine, game like mechanics, adventures, beautiful elves, magic and so on.
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That was what I thought, until I found myself behind bars as I watched orcs get dissected alive, piece by piece, all the way from the nerves to the eyes to every organ by some skeleton.
Remembering those scenes, I find myself surprised I did not vomit immediately as I did when I woke up almost a month ago, though that was the most normal of sights to witness in this shithole…
The orc gave two huffs, immediately interrupting my thoughts.
I quickly stopped, carefully not trying to trip over the uneven rocky terrain.
I then took a few deep, slow breaths.
Two huffs meant new territory or a strange environment.
I pensively pulled my makeshift spear from my back, I made this spear 10 days ago with some dog scales, it had seen little use since the orc in front me was quite competent. I could swear he was some kind of soldier before, a fairly elite one too.
The corridors were not too big and could only fit two people walking through, and the orc being larger than a human, we could sadly not walk side by side. Thus, he had to bear most of the danger by being in front, but that could not be helped, as my skills were abysmal in combat.
The orc stepped into some kind of wide rocky hall that had 3 stairways, one down, two up.
It was however empty.
The orc, after around a minute of careful observation, made a hand signal indicating temporary safety, I nodded and vigilantly walked in.
We stopped at the entrance, I pulled out some rocks from my makeshift porch on my wrist and started throwing them at certain key places.
At the steps of the stairways, the corners, at the ground randomly and at the side walls.
Once arrows started flying in the hall and spikes got off the ground, despite my pounding heart, a calm chuckle escaped my mouth:
“Looks like this one is an illusion.”
The orc grumbled, “Fuck this place”
I could not more than agree, I then put my makeshift barrel backpack down and and searched for a glass jar like container.
Once I got it out, I smiled bitterly at the little bugs flying inside of it. I almost died to these things, in a painful way too.
But after living for 23 days in this wonderland, I can assure myself, that about 98% of anything in this place can and will kill me if given the chance.
Plus, they probably would enjoy it while doing it.
I pulled out a small cloth bag that was filled with salt. I then took this salt and sprayed it at both of us. Once that is done, I put a little on my hand too, to be extra safe.
After all, I would like to have some cute elves accompany me in bed before I die in this world!
I then shook the jar containing multiple flying bugs inside. Once I did so, the bugs stopped moving, completely motionless at the bottom of the jar.
I took a deep breath.
I always felt nervous about those little devils, especially since one bite could mean death. They were highly poisonous, but they had a very useful function or ability that I needed: Disrupting illusions. Or more like bypassing it to be exact.
Simply put, these little buggers that looked like bees but in purple, had the ability to sense magic. And they disliked it a lot, illusion type the most.
I do not know why, but I assume due to them having mind magic connections between each other, if there is such a thing.
I glanced at the orc, only to see him picking his nose while looking calmly around the flying arrows in front of us.
Tsk, psychopathic bastard.
I opened the container and slowly put my hand in all the way to the bottom until I was able to grasp one of the little bugs.
They still did not react as if they are corpses.
Once I pulled one out, I closed the jar and then slowly I put the bug on the ground. I packed my stuff and holstered my barrel backpack.
The little bug started twitching after a while until it got up and started flying around, that until it got close to us.
I almost shat my pants, but the little bug quickly turned away and started buzzing straight forward past the flying arrows.
The orc followed it vigilantly keeping considerable space, and I followed the orc’s back, while throwing more larger rocks in front of us all over the place, trying to activate any traps.
More arrows were activated, but they simply passed through us, which sent shivers every time it happened. We followed the bug through a wall only to find ourselves in another narrow rocky corridor.
I glanced back and found a normal corridor with some traps activated, 2 bear traps and a few arrows on the ground, which were presumably shot from the small holes on the walls. I didn’t hesitate to collect them all.
I then quickly ran to the buzzing purple bug and threw salt at it, which made it freeze, falling in my hand to store it back.
Once that was done, I could not help but sigh: “We survived bud, yet again”
The orc gave me a grunt.
“No jinx it!”