12 Carnage

I smiled as I saw all the orcs crying out for help, as they were slowly burning to their "death".

My fire was sticking to their body like napalm and wouldn't show the sign of ever going out.

The pain the fire had caused them was so great that all of those 60 or so orcs were completely paralyzed because of it, only being able to move their mouths.

But, if I continued this they would probably die.

I wanted to hear their screams, I wanted to revel in their agony.

Which would be particularly impossible if they died so fast, wouldn't it?

And just like that I started to cut all their tendons, I made sure to do it as fast and accurately as I possibly could, using the full potential of Pseudo Ultra Instincts.

I wasn't arrogant enough to think that I could beat 60 orcs without using some underhanded techniques, plus, the entire village was already burning down, so I can't hide and pick them off one by one.

There were also some strong ones that were about to come, they were about 40 of them. Each of them could easily kill me in a single hit.

All the orcs started to scream in agony as I, one-by-one, started cutting their limbs, amputating them.

I made sure that each of my cuts were as rough and safe as I could possibly make it - which, not to strangely, took way more precision that normal.

I also took extra care in cauterizing the wounds properly and roughly at the same time, which was even harder than cutting roughly. I didn't want any of them to die due to blood loss, as it would sadden me greatly.

As I would have 1 less orc to torture for my pleasure; and also that I wanted all the chances I could get to know about the orc's young ones and their females.

Orcs were normal beings. They needed to have females and have young ones. I wanted to see how torturing a child monster would look like. I wanted to hear children scream whilst its mothers are crying a heart wrenching cry for help.

"Done!" I said in an euphoric tone as I was finished with the final orc. It had took me about 2 minutes to do it all for the 60 orcs, which was insanely fast.

I then turned towards the 40 orcs who had just came now, I didn't know why the fuck they took so long to return.

Until I realized that I burned the entire village down and that my flames weren't normal and would cause more pain that normal fire, so retrieving their weapons were going to be a huge pain in the ass.

All of them were armed with weapons, like clubs, greatswords, large spears, and crossbows that were more like ballistas.

As, most of the spears, clubs, and ballistas were particularly useless as the fire had already turned them to ashes, most of the orcs were using make shit weapons such as large rocks and trunks.

I had, after all, specifically made my fire burn those things, as I didn't want them to get any advantage over me.

"Ho! Orcs, you think you can beat me!" I said with a grin filled to the brim with malice.

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[AN: I don't like using all caps, but I don't know how to italicize them, I am very sorry :( ]

"BASTARD!!! DON'T YOU EVEN DARE TRYING TO TALK TO US!!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!!!" I said to the dragon, no, the monster in front of me.

That thing in front of me was something monstrous to even us monsters, it was a true monster among monsters.

I had seen it well; how it found pleasure in killing and hearing the screams of pain and agony of our brethren. How that thing went out of its way to make sure our brothers suffered as much as they possible could.

And how it could commit such vile atrocities with such ease, not even feeling repulsed by it; something even the cruelest of monsters would be reluctant about.

An example of that was right in front of me, that thing could've killed every single one of my brothers, but it didn't. No, it went out of its way to tear of all the limbs and cauterize the wounds of my dear brothers; brothers who were living a life without bloodshed, free from all the violence - unlike us warriors.

Just yesterday, they were singing and talking happily to each other. Being unworried about every worries in their, no, our lives. The pain of us living as monsters, the pain to kill another being, the pain of not being able to meet with our young ones, and the pain of our great chief who had gone out to the human world for us.

And this being, no, this thing just came out of nowhere and destroyed it all.

It ruined everything; it destroyed our creations, devalued our art, inhumanly killed some of our brothers, and it did that... all of that... WITH A SMILE ON ITS FUCKING FACE!!!

The horrific display it had created; a scene so vile that no one could dream about it in their worst nightmares. It had did it without any remorse.

It didn't just enjoy it, the horrific scene, the screams, the terror, the agony; no, no, no, it reveled in it. It had an euphoric expression on its face as it did all of that.

"Monster!" all of us 40 brothers said under our breath.

"You're too slow." the dragon had already started killing our brothers. It hadn't even given us a slight bit of empathy to mourn our lost brothers, who had all experienced hell because of it.

This angered all of us beyond belief, "CHARGE!!!" I shouted my lungs out as I lead the charge.

All my brothers who could fight charged at it; we all wanted to kill it. We were never going to die knowing that we didn't even try stopping the monster that had belittled all of us, treating us worse than livestock, devaluing our very being.

And while knowing full well that we had feelings, that we would cry, we would scream, we would feel agony, it had continued doing it. And felt euphoria because of it.

It was a being that shouldn't have never been born. It was a true monster, something this world should have never seen. It was something that would make even the cruelest of humans look like harmless little animals.

"RAAAA!!!" we all shouted.

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About 40 orcs were in front of me, talking shit like, "DoNT, TaLK tO uS yOU kIlLEd My bROThERS!" like I was ever going to give a shit about it.

Didn't they see just how fucking ruthlessly I had killed some of them, and how I treated them; do they seriously think that I would just sit on my ass let them do their "speech" about how I should act!

Who the fuck do they think I am! I am a fucking dragon! I don't give a shit about anything!

Not unlike these monsters! Who just stood still when a fucking dragon just jumped over their fucking wall!

I was done with their bullshit, I then quickly dashed forward to the orcs that were weaker and quickly started to kill them.

I gave them a quick death as they wouldn't give me much enjoyment or pleasure, "You're too slow." I said as I started to cut the orcs limbs.

And yes, when I had said that I was going to give them a "quick death" I meant death my bleeding. As I was about to do things that would make even the sickest of bastards sick.

"CHARGE!" I then heard the orc who didn't have enough balls to charge at me as soon as it saw me.

"Hey orc, what the hell is wrong with you! Did you not see what I had done? Do you really give a single damn about your so-called "brethren"?" I said to the shithead orc whilst I was amputating, castrating, emasculating, and unmaning an orc.

It was pretty disgusting to touch and orc's orchood; so, to retaliate, I just shredded it with my claws.

The sight of those orcs losing their orchoods; seeing them being shredded in front of them, and crying like a little bitch made me sexually aroused.

And I was certain that I would probably come close to ejaculation if I had my imaginary manhood with me. It was a very sick thought; but, wasn't I already a sick being for committing such atrocities without even closing my eyes?

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! DO YOU FUCKING THINK THAT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY THAT AFTER YOU MERCILESSLY KILLED MY BRETHREN!?" the soy boy said as he looked at the orc whose manhood I had just sent to the shadow realm with sadness, kindness, and empathy in his eyes.

"Yeah, that's what I said! If I didn't have the right the talk then make sure I don't talk! It's that simple!" I said to the pussy.

Due to me saying that, all the orcs were angered beyond belief and charged at me blindlessly like cattle.

I was still very happy that they finally got their shit together and started charging at me and not just giving me their internal monologue.

I mean if someone just breaks into your village; you're supposed to fight, not to give your fucking backstories.

If there was any being sick like me, you don't talk with them, you put them down mercilessly and ruthlessly.

It's just like how no one would forgive the faggot called Sir George Faggot Smith, who had single handedly killed 10 billion humans, wiping about 90% of all human population, just because he wanted to get a guy's 10 inch horse cock inside his ass and get pregnant with the said guy's semen because he had "revolutionized" copulation.

Though, I would still say that they were pretty dumb to charge at me blind. If they were a little smarter about it they shouldn't have charged blindly, but should've made some tactics against me.

Especially, since all of them now had a severe case of tunnel vision syndrome.

But, it wasn't like me being happy meant that they would live. Though, to give them some respect I will kill them rather "quickly", as I didn't want to make them see the hell I was going to bring upon this world.

Though, I would still make their deaths gruesome and horrible. I wasn't going to discriminate; after all, I did say I was going to commit genocide.

I wanted to "respect" the lives of their brethren; I didn't want any orc to go to the afterlife with a swift death, I was going to equally "respect" all of them.

I was still sitting next to the orc I had just disabled for the rest of its life when I saw an orc trying to kill me with a slash of its greatsword. I was infuriated by its audacity to try to kill me when I was in middle of thinking.

That was hypocritical of me, but I didn't care, as it was just an excuse for the thing I was about to do next.

I then easily dodged it and then went up to orc's shoulder.

Due to the size different of a 3m giant and a house cat, I could easily rest on his shoulders.

"Get off me vile beast!" the orc tried its best to make me come off, but before that I had gouged both his eyeballs, pulling some of its brain matter with it.

He now had two massive holes in the place of his eyes, form which you could easily see parts of his brain - which was still "alive".

The orc screamed in agony, his scream was so bloodcurdling that all of the orcs who were alive and "alive" had frozen in place, terrified of it.

But I didn't just let it end with that, I then cut his entire lower jaw with my claws.

And just like that his lower jaw was now gone, resting on the ground, while his tongue was left dangling from his "mouth". The orc was still alive, but sadly it couldn't physically scream, just some unintelligible noises were released.

I didn't mind it, as I had done this to lower the orc's morale by a little. As even a hint of reluctance means +1 kill for me.

I then grabbed his dangling tongue, and ripped it straight out. I knew that the orc would still be alive due to its vitality; and regretted not ripping it out when he still had a jaw. I really wanted to hear its cry of agony. But, still, there were about 30 more orcs left for me.

The orcs who had seen the scene of carnage I had just made all puked, some were even leaking and defecating themselves. And to tell you the truth, it was very stinky. I mean there was some shit and piss on the ground.

But, most of them quickly got hold of themselves and charged at me. I wasn't surprised by it, though I was still a little shocked that they weren't frozen for a little longer.

I mean, I would probably start to question my whole existence if a cat-sized reptile with wings and a tail ruthlessly gouged the eyeballs, tore the lower jaw, and ripped the tongue of a 3m tall giant.

I then jumped from the orc's shoulder I had just murdered; the orc's body then landed with a *thud* sound.

That didn't even make the other orcs flinch as all of them started to strike me, or tried to.

I dodged all of the attacks that were sent in my way mid-air with expert movements of my wings, tail, limbs, and my entire body. Just like a literal cat, which can move its body mid-air to dappen the force of its fall - but dialed up to 11.

The orcs were shocked to find me still alive and kicking, literally.

After landing, I had kicked an orc's dick to the shadow realm.

Due to the pain the orc had crouched down as an instinctive reaction to protect his, now, imaginary manhood, so while it was crouching down, or was going to, I used my claws to tear a hole in its stomach and ripped its intestine out. I then used the said intestine to tie the orcs neck.

The intestine had released some really foul smelling bodily fluids and waste, but considering that I already knew the smell of orc shit and piss, it wasn't that hard to get used to.

But, instead of strangling the orc, I had to break its neck - with its own intestine - as another orc's club came swinging down on me.

I dodged it - dropping the intestine in the process, but the swing technically didn't miss as it went and, mostly, flattened the orc I had just finished off.

I then made a sound of clicking one's tongue, as I, technically, didn't "speak"; I just manipulated the mana around me.

Then while I saw the orc's terrified, sobbing, and shocked expression with joy in my face, mid-air; a ballista's arrow was beelining into me.

I knew that I couldn't dodge it - as I too busy enjoying the orc's face; so I just moved my body in such a way that I only got out with a massive non-lethal cut.

And just like that, the arrow cut a massive wound on my side; not only that, I was also flung to the side a little in mid-air.

I moaned loudly due to it.

The orcs seeing that had a ray of hope in their eyes. They thought that this was the chance, and all the orcs fired their ballistae - if they had one, and attacked with their weapons. They were going full force, as missing this god sent of an opportunity wasn't something they were very enthusiastic about.

Little did they know that I could easily withstand this "little" pain; and that it was all an act.

And just like that, I traveled across an Orc's greatsword, and ripped the fucker's head off.

The orcs all had a look of disbelief on their faces as they saw me completely fine and alive. And had a look of despair in their face - which made me "harder".

With the said head, I threw it at an another orc in such a way that it would change the trajectory of its weapon making it attack its own brethren. The orc still had a shocked expression on its face, but since it was already in middle of a swing, it couldn't do anything else as it would literally break its arms in the best case, and in the worst, rip its entire arms off.

"Ghaa!!!" screams of pain rung through the entire village as I saw an orc heavily injure 5 of its brethren, almost killing them.

"Huh, so that's what do to your brother. Treacherous bastard!" I sneered at the orc as I jumped backward to the ground - dodging all the ballista arrows mid-flight.

All the orcs, who had finished their failed attacks, looked at the said orc who had gravely injured its brother, ignoring me. They were shocked, but even more than that, they were angry, no, furious.

Just like I had thought, they had tunnel vision. They had completely ignored their surroundings, like idiots, and had thought that the orc I had just sneered at tried to kill its brothers, completely believing the dragon who had just tortured more than half of their village.

Even those five orcs that were about to die looked at the said orc with hatred and fury in their eyes. They had done so like a true retard; I then knew that the syndrome I had just coined called 'Orc Retardation Syndrome' was genetic. I felt very sorry for them.

The orcs were not very, let's say, very enthusiastic about the other orc.

"Bastard!" the orcs went for their brother who had "tried to kill" his own brother; again making me metaphorically facepalm myself because of their genetic case of stage 5 Orc Retardation Syndrome.

But, itt was fun to cause civil unrest in the middle of a battle against the being that had literally "killed" and killed most of their brothers, and had openly tortured half of them right in front of them - and who were still crying due to agony till now, and also were audible about it as it was the only thing they could do about it.

"NO! Stop it. It wasn't the him! It was that thing" the soy orc pointed at me, "It threw our fallen brother's severed head at him making him lose this control over his already swung sword." the pussy orc who had thought that talking with me was better than killing me at first sight calmed them down.

I was irritated by it, but I still respected the fact that not all of them were brain dead retards who could only focus on one thing and suffered from the clinically dangerous stage 5 Orc Retardation Syndrome, which affected 99% of all orcs in the world and was the leading cause of death for the orc population.

It still questioned how the wilderness had not taught them about not having tunnel vision, that it was better to focus on a more than one things.

There can be many unseen circumstances - especially in the wild where you didn't have any control; and getting tunnel visioned even unintentionally would be a bad idea.

It was the entire reason I still hadn't gone full Ultra Instinct - even though I could.

Since, I would definitely miss out on things like that. It would, after all, lead to an indirect attack and would be very dangerous as an indirect attack has a higher chance of reaching me.

"Monster!" now with all of their morale, again raised sky high because they were cured from their critical illness of Orc Retardation Syndrome - except the orc who was crying for fatally injuring his five brothers - they all charged at me.

"Huh," I then sneered at all of them, making sure that they were as furious as they possibly could be.

This made them have tunnel vision even stronger than before, again making me have a bigger advantage. Making them suffer from an undocumented case of stage 6 Orc Retardation.

I then looked at how the smart soy orc was in the back.

I had to do something about him before I could truly start enjoying myself.

I then dashed towards the orcs head on. I didn't try to attack any one of them at once, as that would mean suicide for me.

As even if one of them got a single good hit on me I would probably, no, definitely die.

The orcs then realized that I was going for their leader figure; I didn't know what the position of the pussy orc was, but I knew that he had to be a leader of some sorts.

As he was the one that was the most sensible - as he didn't have the chronic disease that affected the rest of his brethren - and the one that had led the charge. He had also raised their morale, twice, in fact.

"Ha!" the orcs then started to target me, as they knew where I was going.

All of them missed horribly, even the ballistae crossbow missed me as I knew from where they were going to come from - and wasn't busy getting sexually aroused. Pseudo Ultra Instincts was just that powerful.

"Hya!" the pussy orc tried to slash me with his big ass sword.

I wanted to play with him a little, so I risked it and came really close to his sword. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my entire body at that moment, but the world didn't get slower because of Pseudo Ultra Instinct being active.

On the soy orc face; I could see a glimmer of hope in its eye, it felt that the cause of the suffering and pain he, no, they had suffered today was finally about to die and that they would save their brothers, and finally mourn all their lost and disabled brothers in pieces, no, I meant peace, and I also noticed the slight smile that was forming on his face.

It made it all the more better when in the next moment he was hitting the air. His widened eyes and the look of true despair in his face was a very sweet treat for my eyes.

And due to him doing a full power swing, combined with the weight of the sword, he had lost his balance. Which made it much easier to get to his backside - not like it would even be hard for me, even if he was fully prepared for it.

I didn't want to kill him now, since, as a sign of respect and for giving me so much joy and pleasure.

I cut his tendons, all of them.

I made sure he couldn't walk or kill himself, I then made sure that he would keep looking at the hell I was going to create, so, I cut his muscles that made his neck move; and to make sure he didn't blink, I cut his his eyelids as well.

I then jumped backwards, while I saw all the orc seeing the pussy orcs "lifeless" body. They all looked at me furiously. All of them having a, "I'll kill you bastard!" look on their face.

I smiled as I saw that.

Then I "turned" to look at my status, specifically, my Hp.

[Status]

Hp: 40/58 (+14)

'Yes!' I saw that I still had a lot of Hp still remaining.

It was more than enough for the risky move I was going to make.

I was now going to make sure the orcs tasted despair, true despair. The despair one feels when all their hopes are crushed right in front of them, just like how one feels when they lose someone dear to them right in front of their very own eyes. The despair that was akin to death, the pain that was akin to losing a part of your soul.

I wanted to make them come close to killing me, give them a glimmer of hope.

I wanted to see their faces when they are about to kill, the hope they would have in their eyes. The sense of joy and relief they were feeling, the sense of overwhelming joy and accomplishment of finally killing someone you hated with your entire being with their very own hands.

And then, I wanted to crush it. I wanted to crush it so brutally that they would beg me for the sweet release of death, requesting me to end their lives for them, not caring about the suffering they would receive.

I wanted to give them a false sense of comfort, I wanted to make them feel like they were winning. Like they finally were saving the villages, and getting that sweet sweet revenge for all their fallen brethren.

And when the final hit lands, or was going to land, they would hit empty air.

I would then quickly make all of them have the severe condition of stage 3 'Soy Orc Syndrome', where I will make them like their leader, the soy orc, completely immobile and unblinking.

And then slowly, in front of their eyes, I would rip their brothers guts and make other eat it, rip out the said brother's tongue and then put it back in the same orc through the other end. I wanted to do things that would make anybody question my insanity, as the things I was going to do would make even the insane of insanes look sane.

I was going to break their mind and body; I would also do it in such a way none of those 60 orcs could see it; as I wanted to torture them by skinning them and making them burn in a fire that wouldn't kill them but really burn their meat.

I would then do that for as long as they lived. They would be my source of pleasure and ecstasy for days.

Just imagining that made me get "harder" as I became a little euphoric

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AN: I wanted to write this here, as I didn't want to mess up my beautiful one-liner, which I totally didn't steal.

I wanted to address the fact that the age rating of this novel has gone straight to R. I don't want 13 year olds like me reading things like this. After all, in just 10 chapters, our relatively, key word being relative, normal Mc just went full on batshit insane.

But, sadly, or thankfully for some degenerate people, this isn't the end. He is going to commit atrocities far more heinous that this.

If you noticed the increase in jokes, that's entirely because I wanted to lighten the mood a little. As I didn't just want to make you see a raw text of a dragon literally doing CBT - emasculating just means cutting one's penis and testicles - while he is amputating mostly innocent monsters just for fun, he doesn't even care about leveling up or his skill wishlist.

Plus, I thought they were quite funny myself, I also made sure to not use any dark humor - though I still think some people may think of the jokes as dark, I mean the mc was being kinda racist by literally generalizing one of a beings base instincts and deeming it as a severe mental problem.

Like tell that your average joe wouldn't get angry if someone just kills their loved ones in front them and smiles whilst doing so. And I would be more worried if they didn't get tunnel vision and angry.

It was truly a sick thing from the perspective of the orcs who were living a generally sinless lives. And were complete saints compared to humans.

You should also note that he is going to commit first of his truly sick crimes at the end of the volume, so be prepared. And that that volume 2 will mostly focus on Bragalia and Tri. I want to flesh them out, and ignore the fact that I have just created a true monster.

Don't worry, you will still get snippets of Mc's action due to the ripple effect caused by his said actions. I'll try to make it subtle but not subtle at the same time.

Seriously, do you really think a orc village that could build wall for itself when there are humans around, isn't going to get noticed when it suddenly turns into a ruin? I should also mention that the Mc isn't that smart, well he is, but he lets his emotions get better him like a normal person.

I have read a lot of novels with an emotionless MC that is just smart af and could do no wrong - and people complaining about not having it. I perfectly understand as this site is mainly for wish fulfillment novels, but, in this novel most of the people are going to be sane, or for the lack of better word, HUMAN.

You have seen how the monsters act, even though not all of them act like that, most of them are very good beings that only hope for best for themselves and others.

The only reason for them being called monsters is due to the base instincts of humans, and what truly makes them most monstrous out of any monster; their fear of the unknown, discrimination against any being other than them, and most importantly, the capacity of their violence.

I know that this is simplifying a lot as there are many factors to worry about why my immature brain shouldn't even be able to comprehend. And that all humans minds aren't the same, like there are people who fully believe holocaust isn't real, it really is sick to think that such people could even exist.

Also, fun fact, without my rant, this chapter is about 4000 words long. Longest thing I have ever written, I mean that makes sense as I took 10 hours to write it.

Another fun fact: This was only first part of the first draft, there is more. Though that is going to be published after the next chapter. That chapter's title would probably be snowball, and it will show just how powerful divine skills are and how the Mc can make "good" decisions.