Reincarnated as an Ork, and the System Wants Me to Be a Doctor?!

The merchant clawed at Ghaz's grip, his pudgy face turning red. "P-please! It was just business! I—I didn't know it was poison!"

Ghaz's fingers tightened. "Liar."

The crowd surrounding them remained silent, their eyes locked on the scene. Some of them had bought from this merchant before. How many had been tricked? How many had lost someone because of his lies?

The beastkin girl stood beside him, trembling. Her brother still burned with fever in the arms of a concerned onlooker. She had spent everything for a cure that was never real.

Ghaz exhaled sharply. Killing the merchant wouldn't solve anything. But justice—justice had to be served.

"You're going to pay," Ghaz said, his voice low. "One way or another."

The merchant sputtered, nodding rapidly. "Yes! Yes, I—I can pay! Just let me go, I'll refund everything!"

Reza scoffed, twirling a dagger between her fingers. "Oh? And how many more would you scam after that? You should take a hand. Might remind him not to reach for stolen coin again."

The merchant paled. "N-no! Please, I—I swear I'll stop!"

Ghaz yanked the man forward and slammed him into the remains of his cart. Bottles shattered beneath the impact, glass crunching underfoot. The merchant wheezed in pain.

"Everything," Ghaz repeated. "Or next time, I won't stop at a broken cart."

Reza let out a low whistle. "You're scary when you want to be, shaman."

The merchant scrambled to his knees, pulling a key from his belt and tossing it onto the ground. "Th-there! The strongbox! Take it!"

Reza bent down and snatched the key before flipping open the wooden chest behind the cart. Inside—stacks of silver and copper coins.

Ghaz turned to the gathered people. "This is yours," he said. "For every family that lost someone. Every child that went hungry because they spent their last coin on a lie."

At first, no one moved. Then, an old woman stepped forward, spat at the merchant's feet, and took a single silver coin. That was all it took. The crowd surged forward, taking what was rightfully theirs.

The merchant curled into himself, shaking. His fortune, gone in moments.

Ghaz turned back to the beastkin girl. "Go to the Broken Fang Inn in the morning," he told her. "I'll help your brother properly."

She sniffled, nodding furiously.

Reza smirked, slipping a single coin between her fingers as she leaned toward Ghaz. "Didn't take you for the generous type."

"Not charity," Ghaz muttered. "Debt repaid."

And then—

Ting!

A familiar chime rang in his mind.

[Quest Complete: Help the Helpless]

Reward: Cultivation Technique – Breath of the World (Beginner Tier)

Knowledge surged into Ghaz's mind, sudden and overwhelming. It wasn't painful, but it was intense—like taking a breath after drowning, like remembering something he'd always known but had never been taught. He instinctively understood it now: how mana flowed, how it could be drawn in, refined, expanded.

The Broken Fang was quiet by the time Ghaz returned. The tavern's usual crowd had thinned, leaving only a few drunks slumped over tables and the bartender wiping down the counter.

Druth looked up from his drink as Ghaz entered. "You look like you had fun."

Ghaz sat down with a sigh. "Shook down a merchant. Gave his money to the slums."

Druth whistled. "That's a new one. Didn't take you for a hero."

"Not a hero," Ghaz muttered. "I met your little girlfriend Reza,"

Druth raised an eyebrow. "Not my girlfriend,where is she living?"

Ghaz smirked. "She is somewhere in the slums or atleast nearby."

Before Druth could respond, the tavern door swung open.

The atmosphere shifted.

A group of figures stepped inside, their presence immediately commanding attention. Five of them, each clad in dark, reinforced armor, their tusks replaced by metal. Their leader—a towering orc with thick, scarred arms and an iron-plated jaw as well—swept his gaze across the room before settling on Ghaz.

Druth muttered under his breath. "Well. That must be the Iron Bone Tusks."

The leader strode toward him, stopping just a few feet away.

"You're the orc healer," he said. His voice was like grinding stone.

Ghaz met his gaze without flinching. "Who's asking?"

The leader smirked. "Name's Gorrak. Heard about what you did in the slums."

Ghaz stayed silent.

Gorrak tilted his head. "Not bad work. But you made enemies."

Reza, who had been watching from the shadows, leaned forward. "Let me guess. The merchant had friends?"

Gorrak chuckled. "Something like that. He was working for someone bigger. Someone who doesn't like their business getting ruined."

Druth sighed, rubbing his temples. "Of course."

Ghaz rolled his shoulders. "Let me guess. You're here to 'teach me a lesson'?"

Gorrak grinned, showing sharp teeth. "Nah. If we wanted you dead, we wouldn't be talking."

Ghaz narrowed his eyes. "Then what do you want?"

"A job offer."

That was unexpected.

Gorrak leaned forward. "You're wasted here, shaman. You've got skills, real skills. Come work for us."

Ghaz's jaw tightened. "And do what?"

"Heal our men. Patch them up after battle. We'll pay well."

Ghaz exhaled, thinking.

The Iron Bone Tusks weren't good people. But they weren't common thugs, either. If he joined them, he'd have resources. Connections. A place to grow stronger.

But he'd also be tied to them. And that came with consequences.

Druth just shook his head, sipping his drink.Too busy thinking where his girlfriend is living.

Gorrak smirked. "Take your time thinking,Ghaz. But not too long."

"The offer is for you as well Druth"

With that, he turned and left, his men following behind him.

The tavern slowly returned to normal, but Ghaz could feel the weight of the decision before him.

Join them, and gain strength. Refuse, and make an enemy.

Either way, life was about to get a lot more complicated.

[New Quest: Oh wow, actually doing your job?]

Start a clinic that treats all races equally and—gasp—with respect. What a revolutionary concept.

Reward: A free level-up, because apparently, basic decency deserves a prize.

Ah, shit. This quest made the decision a lot easier. Joining them it is.