Chapter 23: Madness

*Content Warning: Don't think the chapter is really bad, but will just put it here in case. Read while expecting something that would require me to put content warning. No spoilers but just keep that in mind. 

Good Luck~

~~~~~1st Person POV — Noah~~~~~

After leaving that 'war zone' I immediately went to the library to see a map from floor 7 to 9 for 150 thousand and then six hundred bands to see floor 10 to 17 map, seventy-five thousand each. Floor 18 was a safe zone, the first one in the dungeon, so I didn't need a map for it and due to that, I decided to not buy to see maps of lower floors until I reached 'Rivira.'

Sounds like the High-Elf of Loki's name. Might be some connection between her and the floor, but didn't really do any research about it.

And I know I bought floor 7 through 17, but I ignored the higher floor and instead went straight to floor 12. Why? Well, after my first recharge, my monster encyclopedia updated a bit, and it now shows which monster's magic stones can be used to recharge 'Premium Currency.'

These monsters are all Rexes, and their exchange rates are: Infant Dragon that can be recharged for 60 Premium Currency, Goliath for 330, Amphisbaena for 1090, Udaeus for 2240, and Balor for 3880. As you might have noticed, the recharge rate is similar to one game that had an impact in most people's life, which is because I made it like that.

Give me a break. I am not a good 'marketist(?).' There is also more monster Rex that can be exchanged from the lower floor, but I have to at least know their name for me to see what their stone will exchange for. 

Yes, not only Rex can be exchanged for 'PC' but they are the most readily available. The other monsters are so rare that I am more lucky to get a rare from a x1 pull than for them to spawn in the dungeon.

These monsters are Jack Bird, Blue Papilio, Crystal Mantis, Firebird, Vouivre, Bloody Hive, Moss Huge, Carbuncle, Voltimeria, Worm Well, Unicorn. Of all these monsters, Unicorn and Vouivre are the most expensive. Even more than Balor, at 8080 PC.

Or a ninety-nine point ninety-nine dollar recharge for my game. More with tax, but we don't talk about that.

Since these guys are rare, the only way I can 'continuously' recharge is by killing monster Rex, which is why I made my way straight to floor 12. I need to unlock the full map, so I can find that Charmander and cook its ass for that Initial Top-Up Bonus.

Initial Top-Up Bonus is basically something most, if not all, Gacha games have. With this, if you recharge the premium currency of the game for the first time, it will double the amount. For example, when I exchanged my 2 Goliath stones and my single Amphisbaena and Udaeus stone, I got a total of 7650 PC instead of 3990, due to the initial bonus.

As for how I get those stones? 'No habla ingles.' 

I 100% don't speak English anymore. Well, I do, but my words immediately get translated to their language while theirs is translated to mine. Why? Because I have to speak. It's right there in my profile.

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My EXTREMELY handsome face card.

Character Name: Noah Ark Adam

Species: Half-Goliath Half-Spirit

Age: 48 (Young)

Prestige: 0

Rank: 0 [Rank Up Possible]

Lowest Floor Reached: Floor 12

Base Battle Prowess: Early Rank 2

Geared Battle Prowess: Mid-Rank 2

Suicide Battle Prowess: Early Rank 10

Innate Skills:

All Speak (On/Off): Your words will be understood by others in the language they are most familiar with. If one of their languages is Koine (the common tongue), they will hear your words in Koine.

All Read (On/Off): Anything you read will appear in your primary language [English], regardless of the original language.

All Write (On/Off): You can write in any language instantly, even without knowing the script. Your hand will move on its own.

Foreigner: You are not of this world. Your fate and soul are disconnected from it, but to others, you appear normal.

Outsider: You can leave this world and return to the 'Endless Sea of Green' whenever you choose, but once you do, you cannot return.

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I never really showed this page because, well, it's not important? All I really care about is my stats and everything in this page, I just have to look at it once to understand. Not really that big of a deal, and nothing in the page is really that important.

Outsider? Maybe, but why should I be interested in a 'suicide' button?

Rather die with others than to die alone again. Fuck that shit.

The only fascinating thing would be my age. I am 48 but considered young because I am a Goliath. Can you believe that? So being a virgin at this age means nothing, as all Goliaths only reach adulthood at 101.

Yep, It's completely normal to be maidenless at my age for all Goliath. I might have been a human in my past life, but that doesn't matter! 

HAHAHA!

"OUUU!" A massive Gorilla-esque monster roared as it charged towards me. 

It stood about 2.7 meters tall, with thick white fur covering its entire body and a prominent stripe of silver fur down the middle of its back. The gorilla had a broad, powerful head with a pronounced brow ridge, deep-set crimson eyes, extraordinarily long and muscular arms, with large hands and thick fingers ending in sharp claws, and its legs were equally robust.

But, I really didn't have time for it, 

"Hefty Fly Pot!" I shouted, and instantly, the pot appeared in my palm. 

It was about the size of a human head, its surface rough and grimy to the touch, like old stone covered in crusted blood and grime. I could feel the effluents sloshing inside, a sickening, heavy liquid, and the faint hum of trapped bloodflies buzzed through the container. 

And this shit reeked. It was an overpowering stench of rot and decay, mixed with the metallic tang of blood. 

Enough to make me throw up the first time I used it. 

Truly a disgusting smell.

I cocked my arm back, then, with a forceful swing, I hurled it like a handball toward the charging beast. The pot sailed through the air, the weight and momentum carrying it forward in a perfect arc, and with a wet, sickening smash, it collided with the gorilla's face.

"Headshot."

The pot shattered on impact, sending shards of ceramic flying as the vile cocktail of effluents splashed across the creature's head. In an instant, a massive swarm of bloodflies exploded from the pot, their wings buzzing frantically as they covered the gorilla's face and neck, blocking out its features entirely. Maggots squirmed in the blood-soaked mixture, burrowing into the creature's flesh.

The gorilla roared as it stumbled, clawing at its own head in a desperate attempt to rid itself of the swarm as the bloodflies bit into its skin, the maggots feasting on the blood beneath. The creature thrashed and flailed, its claws swiping wildly at the air, but it was futile.

The buzzing reached a deafening crescendo, and after only seven seconds, the swarm began to die. The bloodflies dropped to the ground in droves, their short, vicious lives spent. The maggots, too, shriveled and fell from the creature's flesh.

All that remained of the gorilla's head and neck was a skeleton, the bones stripped clean of flesh. The massive beast swayed for a moment, then crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Its head, now nothing but a skull, rolled from its spine and came to a stop at my feet.

"So cinematic." It might look 'overpowered' but these kinds of consumable scales with my rank. If I throw it at a rank 2, it will damage them by leaving multiple bumps on their face and maybe permanent blindness or some kind of disease(?), but my fist would hurt more. 

Even a level 1 Hard Armored wouldn't be hurt by these flies when it rolls into a ball. 'But, it's strange, isn't it?' How can life exist in my inventory? Those flies were definitely alive, however, I think not.

When I bring a Hefty Fly Pot out, I can't return it. I guess when it is summoned, it is effectively 'dead' while inside my inventory and summoning it will 'revive' it or some shit, I don't know.

Now, where was I? Ah! Yes, recharging.

I haven't spent my 7650 PC, and as for what I got for my first recharge?

[Random Rare+ Ignore Rank Item Ticket, 1 Skill stone, 120 Enhancement Stone, 50 Enchantment Crystals, and 740 million Valis]

Now I have two skill stones which I can't use until I rank up, and now, like I knew would soon happen, Valis is no longer a problem. I am a rich ass motherfucker and probably one of the richest single entities in this city.

I would be happy, but I really don't have much to do with money. Yet, that is.

As for the 'Random Rare+ Ignore Rank Item Ticket,' I haven't used it simply because I thought I needed to be in a more 'lucky' situation before I could use it to get the 'best' result. That situation being AFTER I find and kill the Infant Dragon.

And to even get a higher chance to find that creature in such a large floor I need to spend 12 hours on this floor without being spotted, kill 1200 monsters, and 120 elites. It seems like the mission wouldn't change even after I go down to the lower floor.

'Better for me.' The monster spawn rate on this floor is immaculate. Much, MUCH higher than floor 1. I could barely go a few seconds without spotting or being spotted by a monster, so killing 1200 shouldn't take more than 12 hours.

As for the elite, all I have to do is find a large group of monsters and an elite will definitely be part of them.

Well, not always, as right now, an Elite Orc was walking towards me. "Oh, look how proud she is." Yep, that's right. A FEMALE Orc. "Ohohohoh." I inspected the 'disgusting' creature before me.

It—not she as it is a monster—stood a solid 2.2 meters tall unlike the 2.5 meters tall male counterpart with a broad and muscular figure. Like the male, its arms and legs were thick, with heavily developed muscles rippling beneath its green skin. However, its form bore more noticeable curves, though these were not soft or delicate; more 'solid' much like Mama Mia. No, it was a bit more curvy than the giant dwarf, but not by much.

Its arms were long and powerful, with thick, five-fingered hands ending in claws, though they appeared slightly more slender than the male orc's, and its legs were equally impressive. The muscles in its thighs bulged as it walked, thick and firm, while its feet were strong and sturdy, built for stability.

Its chest was broad and muscular, with large, firm breasts in proportion to her powerful body, covered with a thin layer of protective fat beneath the same tough, green skin. Its abdomen was powerful as well, not overly muscular like her limbs but not as 'chubby' as the male.

The creature's face, like the male, resembled that of a pig, with a broad, flat snout, sharp tusk-like teeth that jutted from its lower jaw, though they were slightly shorter than the male's. It's dark and deep-set beady eyes stared at me, with large, floppy ears laying back on it bald head, and it wore simple clothing, just like the male. A hide skirt draped down to her knees, though it was tailored differently to accommodate her wider hips and bulkier thighs. A rough leather strip wrapped around her upper body, covering her chest but leaving her powerful arms and much of her torso exposed

Then she dashed towards me. 'Eh?' This was the first time I encountered an elite on this floor, and I have to say, 'This is no speed of a level 1.'

Her punch came flying straight for my head, her thick arm swinging like a wrecking ball, but with a slight tilt of my head, the punch sailed past my head, feeling the rush of air skim my ear.

Solid punch. 'Would have definitely KO'd a level 1 in a direct hit.'

The female orc's eyes glared at me, filled with fury like all other monsters. She then let out a low growl, her arm still outstretched from the missed punch and without missing a beat, she twisted her body to launch into a roundhouse kick aimed at my midsection. Her muscles coiled and bunched in her thighs, creating a powerful arc that came straight at my ribs.

I dropped down into a squat, just below the sweeping kick. I could feel the wind brushing past my face, and for a brief moment, my eyes caught sight of her underboob as her body twisted, the firm chest lifting slightly with the motion.

'...'

Not giving me time to dwell on that thought, she recovered with impressive speed, her foot slamming down to the ground as she spun back to face me. She growled again, a guttural roar that echoed in the area, and charged forward with her claws swiping down, aiming to rake across my torso, but I moved lighter, shifting to the side with minimal effort as her claws sliced the air inches away from me.

She didn't relent. With her arm still extended, she immediately shifted into another punch, swinging her thick, muscular arm at my head once more for a right hook. I leaned back just enough to feel the rush of air as her fist passed by my face. Her power was undeniable—each strike carried enough force to knock a lesser adventurer out cold.

'Maybe even me if it hits at the right spot.' I wonder how strong the male will be. The male elite will 100% be stronger. Not a misogynist or anything, but they are bigger so...

The orc's heavy breathing grew louder as her frustration mounted as she threw another punch, which I dodged early, but she launched into a series of powerful swipes and punches. Each swing of her massive arms was like the crack of a whip, and I felt the rush of air and the mist clear slightly as the attacks narrowly missed me. 

My eyes tracked every movement, the muscles in the orc's arms rippling with each strike, while I ducked, sidestepped, and leaned just out of reach. Her footwork was heavy but effective, each step shaking the ground as it advanced towards me, 'forcing' me back.

A right hook to my head and I ducked to avoid it, and as I did, my eyes again caught the under-boob, now bouncing slightly with her forceful movement. 

'...'

I jumped backward to create some distance, just in time for her to swing her leg in a low kick toward where I had been. As soon as my feet hit the ground, she was already in pursuit, throwing another swipe with her claws. I flipped back this time, feeling the tips of her claws skim past the air where my torso had been, which caused her to roar in frustration, her beady eyes gleaming with rage.

When I landed, I nonchalantly slipped my hands into my pockets, the orc now above me, her massive hands clenched together. She swung them down like a sledgehammer, her body lunging forward with all her might. Again, I noticed the underboob, bouncing heavily with the downward force. For a brief second, the absurdity of it all crossed my mind—

'How could she move so quickly with those? Especially when it's not that secure?' 

I leapt back as her fists collided with the ground, the impact shaking the floor beneath us with dust and debris flying from the spot she struck, her snarling face looking up at me from her lowered stance, one knee pressed to the ground. 

She started to pull her hands free from the shattered stone, and I found my gaze wandering—this time to her deep, firm cleavage, framed by the rough leather strap across her chest. Her chest rose and fell with each labored breath, her muscles rippling beneath her skin.

'Ok, I am getting too horny.'

The orc was slowly rising, and without hesitation, I moved with my hands still buried deep in my pockets. My right leg shot out for a roundhouse kick, slamming into her face with a sharp crack. 

Of course, I didn't need to use my full strength yet—there was no fun in ending things so quickly. 

As soon as my foot touched the ground, I spun, unleashing another kick to her temple. The impact was brutal, sending her head jerking violently to the side, but I wasn't done. My foot moved faster than she could process, a blur of motion that left her no time to react.

Five kicks. 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨! Her head snapped back with each hit, blood spraying from her mouth as I hammered her skull and body with rapid precision.

Ten. 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦! Her knees buckled, but I didn't let up. My foot slammed into her ribs with enough force to crack them, forcing a roar of pain, but I continued. 

Fifteen. 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳!! I pivoted and drove the heel of my boot into her breast, sending her stumbling. She was trying to stay on her feet, but her body was giving in to the brutality

I kept my hands in my pockets, moving with a grace and speed that shouldn't be possible for my massive frame. At almost 600 lbs and 240 cm tall, I moved like I weighed nothing, each strike perfectly controlled with my high DEX stat.

Twenty. 𝘜𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦! Her face was unrecognizable now. Her snout had been flattened, one tusk missing, her nose shattered. Blood streamed from her swollen eyes, which had started to close as the swelling took over. 

Her ribs were crushed beneath my relentless barrage, and her abdomen was bruised black and blue. Before she fell, I dashed behind her, kneeing her back to keep her standing. Need to continue my combo. Don't mess this up for me, miss.

Twenty-five. 𝘑𝘢𝘸-𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨!!! My foot slammed into her side, lifting her off the ground for a brief moment before she crashed down, gasping for air. But she couldn't fall. Not yet.

And finally, I landed the thirtieth kick. 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒! My foot smashed into her sternum, sending her staggering backward, her body barely holding on. Her broken form was bent and twisted, her face a mask of bruised flesh, missing teeth, and crimson blood that dripped down her torn lips.

FINISH HER.

I stepped forward, about to pull my hands from my pockets for the final strike, but then I stopped, looking down at her broken form. She was barely standing, swaying, her once-defiant posture now crumbled under the weight of my assault.

"You're not worth these hands," I muttered, turning away from her. 

BRUTALITY!

With that, she collapsed to the floor, unconscious, her beaten body twitching. Still alive, but barely. One hit, and she's dead.

"Ok," I now realized I had kind of taken out my anger on her. I mean, I kinda lost to a 16 years old girl AND lost an uncommon weapon, and monsters ARE an outlet for emotions so...

I am not in the wrong. 

I turned back to the unconscious orc. 'Hmm...' 

Now, with the orc laid out before me, unconscious and unmoving, it was time to begin my true task—investigating the anatomy of these new species. My duty, after all, was research. 

Nothing more. 

'Lets see.' I moved to strip her down, tossing the rags to the side, then laid her flat on her back, noting the full extent of the bruising across her body, particularly around her ribs and abdomen. The marks from my kicks were unmistakable.

Her bare chest was exposed, and I began my scientific observation. Her breasts, though similar to human females in basic structure, had subtle differences that required 'detailed' attention. 

I noted their firmness as they rested naturally while she lay on the ground and her skin was tougher than human's, with a coarser texture. Her areolas were slightly larger in proportion to her breasts, the nipples darker, almost a deep green.

I crouched beside her, placing a palm on her chest, feeling the warmth of her body. She was warm-blooded, like humans, though the skin itself felt different—denser, thicker. It wasn't the soft give of human flesh; it resisted more but was not entirely unpleasant. 

I gripped it, testing its elasticity, feeling the texture of her skin and how it responded to pressure. Firm, but not overly so. Not as pliable as humans, but still yielding under the right force. I noted the sensations carefully, the experience purely scientific.

'...'

I brushed my fingers across her areola and the nipple. The skin was rougher here, with a slight ridge around the edge of the areola, and the nipples, despite not being erect, were firm... 

"Disgusting." 

"What a fucking revolting creature."

I am disgusted. 

What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck am I fucking doing? What the fuck?

Has my lack of sex brought me to this position where I will grab the breast of a dying monster? How low have I fallen? If my weak fucking mind keeps becoming more degenerated, I might as well go to the red-light district, buy a virgin for a billion Valis, and then fuck her.

No way, I am fucking doing this right now.

"Fuck." I raised my hand, still feeling the texture in my hands. 'And I'm still hard.' My body isn't listening to my fucking mind. "A true waste of life."

Why would an orc make my body react like this, man. 'Would it still react if it's dead?' I grabbed the orc's neck, and it was staring at me through one eye. 'I hope in your next life you will be reincarnated as a bird.' A simple twist, and it died.

And my dick finally began to calm.

It would be strange if it stayed up. 

Really fucking strange.

'Let's get out of here.'

~~~~~3rd person POV~~~~~

Somewhere on the 19th through 24th Floors are known as the Large Tree Labyrinth, where walls, ground, and ceiling are made out of wood making it seem like the inside of a giant tree, there was a small sound against a wall. It was almost inaudible, and then,

Suddenly—crack!—a sharp fissure ran along the surface of a wooden wall. The crack deepened, splintering the wood as it spread like a spiderweb. The green moss split apart as something stirred within the walls, forcing its way out. 

Crack, crack.

First, a thick, green-skinned arm broke through the wall, clawing at the air as if fighting to escape. A shoulder followed and a head that slowly appeared, pushing free of the dungeon's grasp. The creature tumbled forward onto the cold, moss-covered floor with a heavy thud, laying motionless.

Its body was that of a large humanoid, at almost 2.4 meters tall, with a solid, powerful frame with broad, muscular limbs rippling beneath the thick, olive-toned skin that glowed slightly from the dim light filtering through the thick leaves above.

She resembled an orc yet different. 

The orc's body was distinctly female, its muscular form balanced with more defined curves—its chest broad, with firm, large breasts that rested beneath the same tough, green skin. Her waist, though strong, tapered slightly, her powerful abdomen solid with muscles, and her hips wider, more pronounced. Her arm ended in strong, clawed hands, though the fingers appeared more slender, with the claws on its feet being slightly shorter.

But what was most striking was her face. Unlike other orcs, her features were more refined, less like the brutish pig-faced females of her kind. Her tusks still jutted from her lower jaw, though smaller and more controlled, and her nose was more humanlike, and her bald head now held long, silk and untamed dark hair that lay scattered on the ground below her like some kind of blanket.

She lay motionless for a moment, then her eyes, blood-red like the glow of embers, blinked open. The dim light reflected in her gaze as she lifted her head weakly, her throat vibrating with the sound of her first breath.

"…Where…am I?" A deep, female voice came.

The words were soft, barely a whisper, as she stared blankly at the tree's canopy, her vision swimming in confusion. The leaves above her rustled, but the sensation of rebirth wasn't soothing. She slowly pushed herself to her knees, trembling as she fought to steady herself, her hands clutching the moss-covered ground. Her head spun, her mind clouded with fragments of memories she did not fully understand.

Then, with a sudden rush, it came flooding back.

The memory hit her like a storm, sudden and overwhelming, her last moments as an orc flashing through her mind. She remembered his cold gaze, the way he towered over her with such detached arrogance. 

That man… 

She could still feel it—the brutal impact of his foot against her skull, the relentless kicks that battered her body, leaving her bruised, broken, and helpless. Five kicks. Ten. Fifteen. The pain, the humiliation, and that voice—

"You're not worth these hands."

Her entire body trembled violently, a mix of fury and terror surging through her veins. She remembered his words. He didn't even need to use his fists to defeat her. No, he had considered her beneath him, unworthy of his full strength. 

And then… the touch. 

The way he stripped her down. His hands pressed against her bare flesh. His probing fingers, exploring her body without care or dignity. The sickening feeling as he touched her.

"Disgusting." That word made her flinch. "What a fucking revolting creature."

Her jaw clenched as the rage boiled within her, her chest tightening with the sheer intensity of it. But beneath the rage, something darker lurked—a terror so profound it choked her. 

She could still feel his eyes on her, those cold, unfeeling eyes staring down at her. His indifference was more frightening than anything she had ever faced. The memory of him looking at her just before he snapped her neck—just before he ended her life—played over and over in her mind. 

That moment, his hand on her throat, the pressure, the finality of it, sent a shiver down her spine. The terror coiled deep inside her, twisting like a serpent.

Hatred consumed her, burning so brightly it threatened to tear her apart, but the fear lingered, gnawing at her core. It was a primal fear, one that reached beyond reason—an instinctual terror of that man, that being who had ended her.

She gasped for air, her breath ragged as her body shuddered uncontrollably.

Her chest heaved as she fought to steady herself, but the overwhelming flood of emotions threatened to drown her. Her mind screamed for revenge, her muscles tensed with the need to destroy the one who had wronged her, to make him feel the same pain, the same humiliation. 

Yet, in the pit of her stomach, the fear remained—a gnawing dread that whispered to her that she would never be strong enough to face him again. Just the thought of his face, caused her body to spasm.

"A true waste of life."

Her eyes trembled as she gripped her head, her fingers tangling in her hair. Rage. Hatred. Enmity. Revenge. Fear. Terror. Angst. 

𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

"GAHHH!" She let out a roar, the sound guttural, filled with fury, pain, and confusion.

She didn't know what to do.

~~~~~1st Person POV — Noah~~~~~

"FUUUUCK!" 

Why did I kill the female orc! WHY!?

Now I have regained my senses, I noticed. 

I WAS NOT WRONG!

It was simple, a fetish.

I mean, people fantasize about eating shit. About being stuck between the thighs of thick big titties' goth mommy. Some about getting their dick holes pierced by needles.

Mine is just a monster fetish.

I mean, I did watch a lot of 'hear me out' pornography back on earth, and then was the right chance to actually perform it AND pop my sage cherry. 

But I had to be too emotional and kill her then smash her stone.

And I even called myself disgusting. "Haah." Sometimes I feel like I get too emotional for no reason. What a shame. 

"I hope I find another one soon." 

Would 100% rape that one.

No remorse.

Oh, look! A male orc! I could also give him the taste of this glorious dingaling. As long as there is a hole, there is a goal. Am I right, brothers? Yes? No?

'...' 

Hmm...

I need therapy.

I think I am going mad.

~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~~~~

Did it require content warning? Should I remove it from the bigging of the chapter? I am leaning towards yes but what do you guys think? Also, what are my plan for this Xenos? Well, simple.

First, the protagonist isn't evil. I mean, I don't think he is evil, just a bit off in the head. I wanted him to get closer to the Xenos, but then I thought. 'Would he really?' They are simple EXP. He went on a killing spree, killing humans for EXP while justifying it as heroism. Yes, it was an act of heroism, but its the thought that count.

At the sight of Xenos, even if they aren't bad, he will just justify it as them being monster. This might change with character development and stuff, but as I was saying, I made this woman to one of the stronger Xenos. One that would rival and maybe be there to stop the MC from completely wiping out the Xenos. His personality might change, but to answer the first question, I, in all seriousness, made this woman as insurance in case the story lead to a point where he decided to wipe out the entirety Xenos for EXP.

You might see this as dumb, and it might be. But this is my first time writing, and it is harder than I thought to have an actual planned out story. So if it ever get to that point, our lovely Orc, and maybe some other Xenos and adventurers will be in his way, because I seriously like the concept of Xenos and hate to see them be wiped out.

But I doubt if he really want them wiped out, can't he just pant a nuke and then let it detonate? Another thing to think about. Haah. Writing is fucking hard. Well, I hope this chapter wasn't trash and it game more 'dept' to the MC personality while also progressing the plot. And as always, like, subscribe, and hit that notification botting to be notified for more post. And folks, I will see you next week on Dragon Ball Super!