Chapter 35 - Red Orc

It was a colossal beast. Standing at an imposing height of five meters, this red-skinned orc exuded an aura of raw brutality and malevolence… like all the other orcs. Every inch of its towering frame was a clear sign of its fearsome nature.

Its muscular physique was honed through years of combat and exertion, visible through the bulging sinew and veins that ran beneath his crimson skin. Thick, corded muscles rippled with each movement, emphasizing its immense strength. The red orc's broad shoulders stretched wide, accentuating his intimidating presence and hinting at the devastating force he could unleash.

The orc's skin, a deep and fiery red, seemed to radiate heat as if it burned with an inner fire. Covered in scars, each marking told a tale of countless battles and near-fatal encounters. Its face was rugged, bearing the traces of a lifetime spent in violent conflict. Piercing, intense eyes glowed with an unearthly ferocity fueled by an unyielding hunger for dominance.

A fiery mane of untamed, red-hued hair cascaded down its broad shoulders, framing his face with an untamed wildness that mirrored his unyielding spirit. Pointed, tusk-like teeth jutted from his lower jaw, sharp and menacing, adding to the image of a creature born to inflict pain and destruction.

The red orc wielded a weapon befitting his stature and savagery in the monster's massive hands. A massive weapon that looked like the executioner's blade, gleaming with an unholy aura, extended from a hilt wrapped in thick, weathered leather. The sword's immense size matched the orc's towering presence, its darkened steel engraved with intricate, macabre patterns that seemed to whisper tales of gruesome executions and blood-soaked conquests.

"Now you are just showing off…" Jason furrowed his eyebrows. That seems like a sick weapon, but one that I can't use due to the difference in size."

 In any case, Jason wondered if he could make something out of that. He still needed a furnace and an anvil to reforge weapons. 

Red Orc - Lv 95 

HP: 6350/6350 (20.0 Regen)

MP: 750/750 (5.0 Regen)

SP: 1800/1800 (5.0 Regen)

Power: 200 - 250

Constitution: 320

Dexterity: 70

Magic: 40

Spirit: 50

Perception: 1200

Available Status Points: 00

Titles: Boss (C), Ruler (C)

Bloodlines: High Orc (C)

Skill: Herculean Strength (B), Cold Resistance (C), Fire Resistance (D), Frenzy(C), Swordsmanship (C)

Jobs: King (C)

Job Skills: Territorial Advantage, Army Growth, Leadership

 Jason opened his eyes widely after seeing those parameters… it was by far the strongest creature he had seen. Moreover, his fears were confirmed. The fact that the orcs killed each other and then the final one was billed by the boss made the creature level up several times.

"This is bad… it doesn't seem like the best option in this kind of scenario, but if they can do this to get stronger…" Jason thought while showing a serious expression.

 Not even a full week had passed since those creatures appeared… how come an almost level one hundred monsters already showed up? That was really fucked up. In any case, facing that thing now seemed like a bad idea, so Jason decided to leave and check the orcs' camp.

 Since they had forged weapons there, Jason found things that they had turned into anvils and furnaces. It wasn't perfect since they didn't have real raw materials, but Jason could still use them.

 There were plenty of corpses around, and Jason decided to use his crazy job skills to see what he could make it. That boss was too much for him to handle as he currently was, and no amount of brain damage he had suffered in the last few days would convince him otherwise.

"This is truly unpleasant…" Jason thought while he was skinning the orcs. "Since they aren't like animals, the feeling is even worse. Urgh."

 Although he never did that, Jason instinctively knew, thanks to his job. So, it didn't take long until he got some bloody and smelly bones of the orcs. He felt like puking, though… he used the water on the river that they moved to their camp to help with that and the furnace's fire before he started the actual work.

 Since Jason didn't have time to reforge anything, he decided to change the shape and size of the enemy's armor and then the bones of the orcs to make them a bit sturdier. They had plenty of tools there, so doing that had been easy. The hard part was connecting the bones with the armor and the other protectors. One usually would need nails or screws, and without some other tools, the work would be difficult. Still, Jason pulled it off with what he found. It was just a prototype, so it was fine.

 The armor that Jason made could protect his torso, front and back. Equipping it was hard since it had to be worn like a shirt that doesn't move a single bit.

 Both sides were protected by a series of bones that almost looked like a ribcage. The whole thing was pretty heavy since the metal was basically made of steel and a bit of iron.

 Jason also made some guards for his arms and legs, but those were much smaller, and few bones could be attached to them. Still, Jason was fine with it since he wanted to focus on dodging the attacks instead of blocking all of them. The gear was just a countermeasure in case that was impossible.

"I guess I will make some other things and attack the dungeon when the sun is rising," Jason thought when he noticed that he still had some hours left.