He Who Vomits is Bound to Suffer

Chapter 5 – He Who Vomits is Bound to Suffer

Both armies halted in their tracks. Thanks to the explosion, some orcs were blown into the air. Thus, destroying the formation and causing the Orc God Phantom to disappear.

The battlefield become deathly still. Without exception, all of them stared at the orc commander's direction.

Whoosh…

A strong gust of wind cleared the dust away, revealing a scene that terrified the orcs.

Impaled by a black coffin was their battalion commander. His body was riddled with blood.

That's right! As though the work of heaven, the object coincidentally hit their commander.

Suddenly, from the coffin came a violent coughing sound. Then, the lid creaked opened and a figure with wobbly steps walked out. It was a young man clad in grey robe.

Splurttt!

All of the sudden, the young man vomited. Viscous fluids fell from his mouth to the ground. His complexion slightly pale.

"Where is this damn place? Arghhh! Why do I have to accidentally vomit a God?" he loudly cursed. In the Goddess' anger, she threw Jhin into the sky. Fortunately, the eternal coffin on his wrist saved him when he was starting to suffocate from the wind pressure.

However, due to the instant change of altitude from falling, his stomach was extremely upset, he felt nauseous. He greatly desired for fresh air. But the instant he exited the coffin, the pungent smell of blood assaulted his senses.

Triggered, he shifted his gaze to the ground, preparing to vomit but then… He saw a bloodied head next to his feet. Worst, that head had its eyes opened and were staring at him, it was still alive.

Losing control, he directly vomited into the head.

Out of breath, he weakly looked left and right. Then his scalp went numb in fear. Hundreds of green-skinned hulks were staring at him. Intense desire to kill were overflowing from their eyes.

"Umm… Hi? I'm Jhin, I'm sorry, you may continue with what you all are doing." Jhin awkwardly said before instantly retreating inside the coffin and closing it with a bam. Leaving behind the hundreds of dumbfounded orcs to stare at their battalion commander full of sticky fluids on his face. And that's how Jhin completed his vomiting marathon.

Seeing their commander in such a miserable state, all the orcs were enraged.

Without exception, all of them changed direction and rushed towards the black coffin. Orcs greatly respected hierarchy and strength. Not only was their captain strong, but he was also the son of a chieftain.

Bang! Bang!

Dozens of orcs arrived and were the first to strike. Their huge clubs colliding to the outer part of the coffin.

…

Inside the coffin…

[Ding! You only have 2 minutes left. Please fill up the form below.]

System's Name:

Type:

Description:

Main Design:

Auxiliary Design 1:

Auxillary Design 2:

Reading the notification, Jhin couldn't help but gritted his teeth. From the time he had woken up, walked in the corridors full of painting, and to flying in the sky, then to landing, almost three hours had passed. Fortunately, he was able to plan a design that made him excited.

[Ding! Analyzing the design… Improving the design… Creating terms and rules… Ding! You have successfully created a new system. Please name the system.]

"Ink Collector!" he replied.

Suddenly, another notification appeared.

[Ding! Three hours had passed, the Devil King's Intent has woken up and decided to possess your body.]

The instant he read the notifications, Jhin felt an overwhelming tightness all over his body, as though someone was pressing a huge mountain on him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He tried lifting his hand to wipe it but to his surprise, his hand wouldn't listen.

[Ding! You've temporarily lost control over your body.]

'What!' Jhin screamed inside. Then he felt a breeze of air swept by his face.

The coffin he was in turned into a small tattoo that attached on the lower side of his left hand.

…

The orcs seemed to have lose their minds. They kept on hitting the coffin with their huge clubs. Sending shockwaves and dust everywhere.

The coffin was uprooted from the ground. However, it didn't break. Instead, it flew into the air and landed in the middle of the rushing orcs.

Like a baseball, the coffin flew from one direction to another. The huge clubs and spikes of the orcs serves as the bat, continuously hitting it.

Meanwhile, as these happens, the hundreds of human troops had their mouths wide opened. Stunned as they stared at the scene in astonishment.

"This… Commander, what should we do?" Tritus approached Crystal.

"Let's wait." she replied. Her gaze was focused on the black coffin. She was unsure how to proceed. Earlier, she vaguely saw someone exiting then reentering the coffin.

"Give way to the commander!" an orc shaman shouted.

At this moment, their commander had finally recovered with the help of the healing spells. He was holding his two-meter-long broadsword, his eyes contained a deep desire to devour someone alive.

He was extremely angry. To think that someone vomited him in the head in front of his troops. This embarrassed him to the point of nearly losing his sense of reason.

Whoosh…

The eternal coffin flew towards his direction. He immediately assumed a stance while his body emitted an earthen glow which wrapped around his broadsword. Causing it to give off a heavy and oppressive feeling as though a mountain was on his hand.

"Hehehe, the commander is really pissed this time, to think that he'll use his strongest attack, the Violent Earth Sword Skill." An orc shaman whispered to a shaman beside him.

He had followed the battalion commander for a long time now, he had witnessed many battles and was very familiar with the commander's strength.

Among those battles, he could clearly remember the scene of the commander annihilating an opponent commander who was known for his defense using this strike. An attack with a very strong penetration.

The orc shaman couldn't hide the awe and anticipation on his eyes as he watched the black coffin getting closer to the commander.

"Violent Earth Strike!" the commander growled as he swung his sword to the coffin.

Bang!

A blinding golden light filled the air as a huge explosion turned the nearby hill into a powder. Clouds of dust scattered everywhere.

Roar! Roar!

The orcs went wild, their enthusiasm reached the peak. The strength of their commander made their eyes burn with passion.

Slowly, the golden light faded. It revealed a golden figure wearing a bloodstained armor. It was their battalion commander. However, unlike before, there was something off with him.

He was blankly staring at his hand, at his broadsword.

"Wha– What?" The spectating orcs were stunned. The commander's broadsword which was known for its hardness, it was snapped into two.

As though realizing something, the battalion commander hurriedly jumped backwards and shouted, "REATREAT! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"