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As Jin Mori in Solo Leveling

a Guy gets reincarnated into Solo leveling as Jin Mori

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13 Chs

Cp 6

After entering the gate with his Guild members, Mori exhales deeply as he felt mana fluctuations behind him. "Fatty." 

Fatty looks up to Mori. "Yes?" 

"Did we just enter a Red Gate?" Mori questions, his eyes closed as he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

"What are you talking about of course we- AHHHH!" Fatty speaks before turning around and looks at the gate. "Fuck we're dead!" He yells. 

"What do you mean we?" Mori says calmly, opening his eyes and looking at the hope coming to his fat friend's eyes. "I'm never gonna die with you! Much less without getting a girlfriend!" He declares, smacking Fatty's head. 

"You bastard!" Fatty roared. 

"But you don't have to worry. Although this can be seen as unlucky for some, for us it's luck. I felt the mana of this gate go much higher than it was previously. I'm guessing it's top A-Rank right now." Mori calmly speaks, summoning five clones, each one circling the team. 

"How does that make it lucky for us?!" Fatty asks, ignoring the five clones of his guild master. 

"It means..." Within Mori's eyes, an image forms. An image of money. "We're rich if we sell these people!" 

'This bastard's a slave trader!' Fatty thought before he comprehended the words. His own eyes showing money. "These fuckers need to be sold quick!" 

"That's what I'm saying." Mori nods. "You guys stay here. I'll go looking for the monsters. This place looks like a normal forest." Mori commands as he looks at the trees around them. 

Not waiting for a reply, Mori sprints into the direction he feels the most amount of mana, leaving his clones to protect his team. One was more than enough but it's better to be safe than sorry. 

---

Meanwhile outside the gate, the agents are clamoring. 

"It's a red gate! Someone notify the chairman!" One agent commands the rest as he delves into his own thoughts. 'It's been read as an A-Rank gate so I'm sure he'll survive... But the rest of the team...' 

---

Mori stops on top of a tree branch as he looks at the scene in front of him. a Huge village with mud huts. 'How many fuckers are there?' He thinks as he looks at the ever expanding size of the village. 'But anyway... Orcs? This is gonna take some time...' 

Mori could just wipe them all out with a single move but that would leave him in tears as there would be no corpse left. So he went with option B. 

*Knock knock* 

Mori knocked on the village's main door, looking at the two guards on top of the towers on both sides of the door. "Hey! I've been trying to reach you guys about your car's extended warranty!" He yells at them, waving his hands. 

"Krii Ku?" The one orc looks to the other. 

"You wanna hear a joke?" Mori asks as he appeared next to the orc that just spoke, causing it to widen it's eyes. "So an orc walks into a club." He says before smashing the orc's head in with his staff. 

"Get it?" He speaks, now behind the second orc. "Cause he walked into my club. Haha." 

*Crush*

Another body falls to the floor as Mori clicks his tongue. "I'm wasting these good jokes on you guys. a Shame really." He says before hearing a deep horn being blown. 'Haha get it?' 

"Kriiiik!" The orc shout as the run towards the intruder. 

"Lets see how many one liners I can say to them before one laughs." Mori mutters, jumping off the tower, into the wave of orcs. 

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"Fuck Boss I didn't know you can cook!" Fatty exclaimed as he ate the meat on his plate. The guild was busy camping, chatting happily amongst themselves. 

"With a friend as fat as you, it's a given." a Clone of Mori says with a straight face. 

"You fucker!" Fatty jumps up and grabs the clones neck. "Just take a compliment!"

Unknown to the team, the other four clones were busy fighting off orcs that came closer thanks to the smell of food being cooked. 

"Why does he get to stay behind?" One clone asks, shattering an orc's ribs with a punch. 

"Because he volunteered to cook." Another answers, twisting the head of an orc missing it's limbs. 

"Lucky bastard." 

---

*Boom* 

a Hut explodes in a fiery mess as Mori kicks the closest orc into another orc that's holding a staff. 

"You guys have mages?! So unfair!" He says, pushing his staff forward in a stabbing motion. "Grow." The staff lengthens and stabs through multiple orcs at once. "Fuck this is difficult."

If an somebody saw this scene, they'd think Mori was at a disadvantage seeing the sheer number of orcs, but upon closer inspection, there isn't a single speck of dirt on his clothes. Not a single drop of sweat of his forehead.

"Difficult to control my strength against you weak bastards!" He laughs. And as if they understood him, the orcs' onslaught grew angrier. "My god are you guys doves?! There's so many of you."

---

*Stab*

Mori pulls his staff out of the head of the last orc mage's head. Around him, corpses litter the ground. The huts are on fire, painting the skies black with the smoke. But that didn't faze Mori as he only looked at a single hut. The only hut in this village that didn't burn down. 

"Come out." Mori spoke, but only silence answers him. Lifting his staff and bringing it down, Mori strikes at the hut's walls, blowing the whole thing to pieces, causing dust to spew up. 

Within the dust stood a figure. Broad shoulders. And a blade as big as it's wielder. "The Orc's Captain..." Mori musters, as the six meter behemoth calmly stood there, looking at him. 

"Kriieekur ruk?" The captain raises it's head, looking down on Mori. 

"Listen here, dude." Mori speaks, a frown decorating his face. "I don't speak orc, so I don't know what you're saying." He announces. "But I do know one thing. This will be one hell of a fight. I feel your mana." His grip on the staff tightens. "I know you'll be able to give me a good fight." 

Silence envelopes the scene as the two stare at each other. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Four seconds pass before they both rush forward, their weapons raised at the ready. 

"Kiieeeeeee!" 

"Raaaaaah!"

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"What happened to you boss?" Fatty questions, seeing his boss return with a few clones dragging the bodies and weapons of the orcs. 

"Don't wanna talk about it." Mori says, blood dripping from his body and a scowl on his face. He quickly gathers the team before they all exit the gate.