The God Who Chose an Introvert

I found the orc village. It was massive—Sebas estimated it stretched nearly 300 to 500 meters in an oval shape.

Scattered structures dotted the land—mostly tents and crude shelters. From their layout, it seemed orcs didn't care much about sleeping indoors.

Then I noticed it. A much larger tent in the center, worn and weather-stained but still standing proud.

'Looks like the leader's tent. I wonder if it's that Orc Champion the last one screamed about.'

Just then, something emerged from it—an orc gripping a jagged staff crowned with skulls.

The way it moved… slow, measured. Too much presence to be a random chieftain.

'Magic.'

Frustration surged, but then—

'I've got a great idea.'

'Even monsters don't ignore missing people forever. They'll notice their scouts haven't returned. If this is the only orc tribe around… they'll definitely send more to investigate.'

'And if they don't return, then maybe that mage will come out himself. If I can draw him out… I can wreck their whole f**king settlement.'

[ So you've made your mind, Master. ]

'Yeah. Even from here, I can see half-eaten bodies—beasts, demi-humans, even humans—dumped like trash outside their camp. They're not just monsters. They're f**king butchers.'

'Now... how do I get him to come out? He's the only one I've seen enter or leave that main tent. I'm betting he's the only caster around.'

[ The possibility is 100%, Master. Orc mages inherit power through death. Only one exists in a tribe at a time. ]

'That's one problem off the list.'

I gazed down from the cliff, eyeing the path below.

'It's steep. If I fall—!'

Curiosity sparked a reckless thought.

I raised my right foot and stomped hard into the ground.

The soil cracked beneath me—webbed fractures etched outward like broken glass.

'I felt nothing.'

The grin on my face widened.

[ When you struck the ground, Master, the impact was seen as an attack. The force was doubled and redirected into the earth to prevent injury.]

'That explains it. Makes sense. Now… we wait.'

I stepped back and settled under the shade of a tree. From here, I could still see the orc gate.

'I'm hungry.'

'Did Kai leave me anything, Sebas? Food? Water?'

[ Yes, Master. You have 10x Wheat Bread and 5x Bottled Water (1L) in your inventory. ]

'Good. At least he didn't cheap out entirely.'

'Give me one bread, Sebas.'

[ Here you go, Master. ]

A large, crusty loaf appeared in my hand.

I bit into it. It was soft, faintly sweet. Almost... comforting.

'Not bad at all.'

I ate the whole thing. Moments later, a bottle of water materialized beside me.

[ Stay hydrated, Master. ]

I downed it in one go and stored the empty bottle back in my inventory.

About twenty minutes passed.

Three regular orcs emerged from the settlement's gate, weapons slung lazily, unaware of what waited beyond the trees.

'Took your sweet time. Let's get to work.'

Moments later—

I stood in the trees, holding one of the orc's severed arms. Blood still oozed, thick and dark, dripping onto the forest floor.

'It's lighter than I thought. STR stat boost's really doing its job.'

I opened my bottle and filled it with the gushing blood.

'Time to leave a trail they can't ignore.'

Dragging the arm behind me, I moved toward the cliff, letting blood splatter behind me. When the dripping slowed, I used the bottle to leave more.

By the time I reached the edge, only a quarter of the blood remained.

'That should be enough.'

I glanced back toward the orc village.

This time, the mage had stepped out. He barked orders in guttural growls. Five orcs poured out after him.

'They're getting impatient. Saves me time.'

Soon, the five orcs reached the edge of the forest, sniffing at the trail of blood like wild dogs.

[ Store Points: 510 ]

'One of them was a warrior-class. Bigger, armored, more dangerous. Perfect. More points for me.'

I turned back toward the settlement, watching the mage. Still behind. Still in safety.

'Now.'

I hurled the severed arm toward the village. It landed just outside the gate with a heavy splat, dark blood pooling beneath it.

The stench hit them almost immediately. Two orcs approached, sniffed, and carried the arm into the large tent.

Moments later, the tent flaps burst open.

The mage and a group of orcs stormed out, following the trail of gore. Slowly… they reached the bottom of the cliff.

That's when it started to rain.

Thick drops of blood began to drip from the trees above them.

They looked up—only to see their comrades' mutilated corpses impaled in branches, their insides spilling, ribs cracked wide like cages.

'This one had gear I wanted to throw at them. It got stuck on a tree.'

I kicked another broken corpse down from above. It hit the ground with a wet, crunching thud.

The orcs snarled and stepped back. Their war instincts took over. The warriors closed around the mage, forming a shield.

Then the mage looked up—eyes glowing faint red. And met mine.

I was crouched on the cliff edge, smiling like a devil.

'I wonder if he'll attack? I've got the high ground—and the distance. He can't do sh*t from there.'

[ Don't worry, Master. At this range and angle, only high-tier mages could effectively target you. He lacks that level. ]

'He's yelling something. Can you translate, Sebas?'

[ He's shouting: "Find him. Rip him apart. Bring me his f**king heart." ]

'Ah. He's mad. Cute.'

The mage pointed at me and roared louder. All four orcs and two warriors charged into the woods, heading for the trail of blood.

'Let them come. But it looks like that bastard still doesn't want to come up himself… coward.'

Few moments later, the orcs arrived at the cliff.

The normal orcs charged at me one by one.

The first one swung an axe at my chest. It reflected back with double the force, ripping it from his hand—the weapon spiraled through the air and slammed into a nearby tree, startling the others.

I sighed and stepped forward.

'It's getting boring now.'

I raised my hand toward the orc's legs.

'Wind Blade.'

The slicing air cut through the back of his knees and shins. He dropped with a grunt, one knee crashing against the dirt.

I circled around to face him. The orc's tusked face twisted in fear. He didn't move—paralyzed, maybe by the pain, maybe something else.

I showed no expression. No smile. Just cold, empty eyes.

The orc stared at me wide-eyed, trembling. I wasn't sure if he felt fear... or something else. I hadn't unlocked any "Fear" debuff yet, so maybe it was just instinct.

I lifted my hand and pointed a finger toward his left eye.

The orc whimpered.

'Wind Blade.'

The blade of air hissed, slashing clean through his eye. The orc screamed and clawed at his face, blood pouring through his fingers.

Still on one leg, he tried to stand. He couldn't. He staggered, turned away, and reached toward the woods as if trying to escape. But his body wouldn't cooperate. It dragged like a wounded animal.

'If you wish to die, then come at me together.'

The orcs understood there wasn't an option to leave—it was either die with honor, or live like the other orc, without it.

The orcs hesitated. But a warrior at the back roared, rallying them. They charged.

The normal orcs swung their crude weapons. My reversal field sent their blades bouncing into each other. Metal struck flesh. Blood sprayed.

One warrior hurled an axe from behind. It veered midair and cracked another orc's skull open. Grey matter and bone splashed across the dirt.

The second warrior came in close, axe raised. He swung hard. The blow rebounded, the axe embedding slightly into his own chest. He staggered back, coughing blood.

'He tried to brace for the recoil... not bad.'

The orc fell to his knees, clutching the embedded axe with one hand and his chest with the other. Another orc leaped from behind him, raising both fists high, trying to smash me with a double-fisted blow.

The instant his arms touched my reversal field, they snapped backwards—shattered bones tore through skin. He collapsed, wailing, hands dangling like twisted branches.

'I guess that's it.'

The orc knelt in the dirt, gasping and broken. I walked past him without a glance, heading toward a normal orc stumbling backward in terror.

I spotted the axe that had split an orc's head. I picked it up. As I did, a chunk of brain clung to it and slid free with a wet plop.

'It's light.'

I tested its weight, then swung—one clean arc. The axe bit halfway through the orc's neck, bone crunching as blood gushed.

He collapsed in a heap.

'I guess technique matters for a clean cut.'

I planted my foot on his chest and yanked the axe free, then turned to another orc and slammed it into his stomach. The blade sank deep, dragging intestines halfway out.

The orc twitched violently. Still alive.

I pointed at the gash.

'Wind Blade. Wind Blade. Wind Blade.'

Three rapid slashes. The orc convulsed and finally died.

Suddenly—

An object flew past my face with a whistle of death. I flinched.

'HUH?!'

It was an axe—deflected by my field, now spiraling off the cliff.

An orc warrior charged me. He lunged, arms wide, trying to grab me. But my field, now extended to a full meter radius, pushed him back violently. He flew backwards and smacked his head on a rock with a sickening thud.

'Did he throw the axe to distract me… then rush from the blind spot to grab me?'

My eyes widened in surprise.

'I didn't think a f**king orc warrior could be this intelligent. Battle instincts? Or something more?'

A grin spread across my face. From shock... to joy.

I was excited now.

'This isn't easy mode. It's finally getting interesting. THIS FIGHT!'

I walked toward the unconscious warrior sprawled in the dirt. His breath was shallow. Blood dripped from his head.

Minutes passed.

I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down.

Below, the orcs gathered around the corpse of one of their own—struck by the axe meant for me. It was embedded deep into his torso, from shoulder through ribs and into the stomach.

The body of a second warrior—a mangled mess of limbs and viscera—tumbled down beside them. I had kicked it off.

His head was cleaved in half. His arms were dangling by skin. His stomach spilled out like discarded meat.

The orcs gasped and snarled in rage and horror.

Thunder cracked across the sky.

They looked up—and there I stood. Emotionless. Looming. Watching.

Then I smiled.

Thunder roared again.

The normal orcs trembled. Some stepped back. Maybe it was my rising stats... or maybe they just sensed something primal.

The orc mage's fury twisted. His glare, once burning... was now shrinking. Replaced by something else: fear.

I raised my arm and motioned directly at him, forming a clear hand sign—calling him out with no room for doubt.

It was time.

to be contnued....