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The Record of Orc Civilization

In the treacherous Bog forest, danger lurked as a dense white mist blinded eyes and chilling air froze souls. At dawn, ferocious, mutated creatures roamed, seeking prey. The weakest species, Monster Species, struggled amid magic-wielding mages. They hid in caves and lairs to evade magical rulers, but hiding wasn't enough. Transmigrated as an orc named Moku, a former MMA champion, sought superpowers through rituals and lore to make himself and his tribe stronger. With an unyielding promise, Moku vowed to wage war against those underestimating Monster Species. In a world of magic and peril, his journey for empowerment and revenge had just begun. Join Moku in this gripping fantasy, battling limitations and prejudice to face his destiny in the Bog forest. {Disclaimer: This novel will be the basis or background story of all the subsequent novels that I will write. English is not my first language and this is the first novel I've written. So if there are any mistakes in writing or language that are difficult to understand, please understand. I will keep trying to be a better writer. And you can see the changes in my writing style from chapter to chapter. ------------------------------------ Hey guys, I’m back!!! First off, I want to apologize for disappearing without notice, lol. There were a few things I had to deal with—like writer’s block and, oh yeah, my wedding… Yup, folks, I got married!!! Hehehe. Now that I’m back, I’ll do my best to update at least three chapters per week and finish the second volume of TROC. Your support means the world to me, and I truly hope you’ll stick with me on this journey. Thank you so much, everyone! Love, love, love!

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Princess Seraphina Maris

Instantly, the atmosphere in the throne room shifted from its previous elegance and warmth to a lie. Even the beautiful melodies that had filled the air from the ceiling above went silent.

A coldness gripped the entire room, with several people staring at Moku with wide eyes. The servants who stood behind their masters froze, their teapots suspended mid-pour.

Aquaenar's initially smiling face also froze, his eyes twitching as if something were irritating his cheek.

Suddenly, a powerful aura emanated from one of the water elves seated beneath the throne, suffused with anger.

"YOU LITTLE!!!"

The presence was so overwhelming that the attendants behind him paled and instinctively moved back. The throne room seemed to quiver with the intensity of his overflowing anger. Moku wasn't sure of the exact level of this water elf's constellation, but one thing was certain: he was much stronger than Grit, whom he had encountered at West Fortress.