The God Who Chose an Introvert

The sky was turning black—thick clouds swirled above, thunder rumbling across the sky like the growl of some ancient beast.

Rain hadn't started yet… but it would.

I stood alone at the cliff's edge, peering down. Waiting.

Waiting to see if that orc mage would come to me.

Still nothing.

'I would love to jump down on his face and crush it with the impact.'

But I didn't move.

'I don't know if the bastard needs to chant magic… or if it's already done and waiting to blast me the moment I come close. Or maybe it has a magic scroll tucked in its filthy rags. If those even exist here.'

[ Magic scrolls do exist in this world, Master. ]

'Tch… figures.'

'If I miss my target mid-jump, I'll be within spitting distance. My speed's good—but if the spell's already prepped, I'm f**ked.'

[ It's wise to be cautious, Master. ]

The sun vanished, swallowed whole by the storm above. Thunder cracked more frequently now—like the world itself was holding its breath.

'It's gonna rain soon,' I muttered, lifting my gaze toward the sky.

'Are they too stunned to move?'

A few moments later, I started tossing down the remaining orc corpses—one after another.

Each fell like rotten meat.

None of them looked clean. Not one. Torn flesh, dangling guts, shattered jaws… one orc's eye was popped like a crushed grape. They began recognizing the body parts they'd seen strewn outside earlier. They belonged to their own.

Shock turned to something else.

From the sea of fear below, one roar cut through the silence—the orc mage's. Rage overtaking reason.

'Sebas.'

[ It is screaming that it accepts your challenge, Master. It vows to burn you again and again until nothing remains. ]

'That's the spirit.' A small smile tugged at my lips.

But it didn't last long.

I was never going to fight the mage here.

'How long will it take him to reach me, Sebas?'

[ Its body is superior to a human but still matches a normal orc. Forty to fifty minutes to scale the cliff on foot. ]

'And…?'

[ If it finds the village under attack, it may sprint. That cuts the time to around twenty-five minutes. No breaks. No mercy. ]

'Good. But what if the moment it sees the destruction, it unleashes a spell that wipes out the whole damn area? We need to be ready for that.'

[ That is a possible scenario, Master. ]

[ Earlier, the mage did not attack from below because you'd only be within its range for a second—then vanish behind the cliff's edge. But once you're on the cliff, you're exposed. It can target you clearly. ]

[ If it's near peak intermediate rank, it could launch area-wide spells. ]

'Then I'll jump down after twenty minutes and start tearing the village apart. I'll sit on the leader's tent when it arrives… just to see the look on its f**king face.'

As I grinned, I glanced downward—the mage had already moved. From the bottom of the cliff, it was now standing at the settlement's gate.

The orcs beneath the cliff hadn't moved.

[ It seems the mage ordered them to watch you, Master. ]

'That's convenient. They're all in my landing range. Shouldn't take long to rack up more points.'

I counted fifteen normal orcs and four warrior-class brutes standing guard.

Still… many were deeper in the camp.

[ I count Twenty normal orcs and Eight warriors patrolling , Master ]

'There could be more hiding inside tents. And I still don't know what's in that big center tent.'

'The Orc Champion must be there… unless they've got something even stronger. A Chief? A Lord?'

[ There are higher ranks than an Orc Champion, Master. But a settlement this size wouldn't house one. Those dwell in larger orc kingdoms—military-sized strongholds. ]

'Do they build castles? Fortified walls?'

[ No, Master. Orcs don't build. They conquer. They take other races' fortresses and reshape them into their own. ]

[ A standard human kingdom can't resist an orc horde… unless reinforcements arrive before they breach the walls. ]

'Tell me about this Orc Champion.'

[ To become a warrior, an orc must defeat all others in battle. Then, to ascend to Champion, the warrior must slay powerful enemies and claim a worthy weapon. Until then, they're handed scraps—abandoned gear from dead wielders. ]

[ If a Champion exists, they must be challenged in a duel of death. If the challenger wins, they inherit the title. If the Champion wins, they absorb the loser's strength. ]

'And magic? Can Orc Champions use spells?'

[ No, Master. Magic is reserved for mage-class units. Orc Champions wield raw, enhanced strength. Their magic augments physical damage only. ]

Around 18 minutes later.

[There are 2 minutes remaining, Master.]

'That's fine. I need to get ready.'

I glanced back at the area I fought the orcs, then looked down again.

'I could hit a few of them from here, I think.'

I grabbed three crude axes from the corpses—ones the orcs had been carrying earlier—and hurled them into the air, one after another, full force.

'I'll leave the angles to you, Sebas.'

[ As you wish, Master. ]

The moment they rose high enough to reach my field—the reflection took hold.

They shot downward with blistering speed, like bolts of iron lightning.

The first axe exploded one orc's skull—its head exploded like rotten fruit—and buried itself halfway into the chest of the orc beside it.

All the orcs were stunned, their attention fixed on the axe embedded in the chest of the dead orc.

As they processed the shock, another axe whistled through the air—slicing one orc's throat, then punching through the chest of the one behind him, finally lodging into the knee of a third.

The orcs shifted focus again, but this time, the warrior orcs sensed something deeper—danger.

One of them turned toward me. But instead of seeing me, all it saw was an axe.

A heartbeat later, the axe split its skull open and the orc collapsed in a heap.

The remaining orcs clustered around its fallen body, confused and tense.

I stood calmly atop the cliff, gazing down at the chaos.

I stepped forward, right foot on the cliff's edge, bent my knees, and launched myself down.

While falling—

'Sebas, I want better vision and senses. Get it from the shop. Cost doesn't matter.'

[ Skill: Hyperawareness acquired ]

[ 300 points deducted ]

[ Store: 630 points remaining ]

All the normal orcs looked up—just in time to see me land on one of their heads.

His skull exploded beneath my boots, spraying blood and brain matter across the ground. The impact flung several nearby orcs backward, their bodies crashing into others like bowling pins.

The warrior orcs had braced themselves—they held their weapons firm and resisted the shockwave. Two had a crude axe, the other a greatsword.

The ground beneath us cracked and cratered under the force of my landing.

'That's a lot of points for one skill.'

'Give me the skill description, Sebas.'

[ Your sensory input has sharpened, Master ]

[ You can now notice minute details and react significantly faster ]

'Perfect,' I muttered, grinning as I glanced behind me at the ruined terrain.

I walked toward the fallen orc warrior, eyeing the metal axe still lodged in its skull.

The rest of the orcs hadn't moved yet—cautious now, instincts warning them.

I grabbed the axe with one hand and hurled it at a group of normal orcs.

It tore into one's stomach, the impact doubling him over with a wet crunch. I smiled as his body hit the ground.

The warrior orcs screamed—rage boiling over—as all the remaining orcs charged me.

'Let's try something new. If they throw weapons, Sebas—redirect them at the normal orcs. The warriors will probably block them anyway.'

[ As you wish, Master ]

Two warrior orcs approached from my left—one with a greatsword, the other with an axe. Another came from the right, also carrying an axe. Normal orcs surged from the front. The cliff wall was behind me—no escape.

I stood calmly, just a few steps away from the corpse of the fallen orc warrior.

I touched my face with my hand, covering my mouth as I whispered—

'Why... why am I so excited?'

The orc warrior on my right reached me first. It swung its axe—but the moment it made contact with my field, the weapon rebounded, flying back and slamming into a group of normal orcs behind it. Two dropped instantly.

The warrior's arm trembled—nerves or damage, I didn't care.

I turned to my left. The other two warriors were further away than the normal orcs in front of me.

'Six,' I thought, eyeing their positions.

I spotted a metal axe near the dead warrior's body, grabbed it with both hands, and swung it horizontally at the charging orcs.

The blade ripped across the stomachs of two at the front. Not deep enough to kill, but it halted their advance as they shrieked in pain.

Another orc lunged at me.

From low left to upper right—it aimed to cleave me diagonally.

I leapt, spinning in a full 360-degree arc midair to build momentum—

The blade slashed through the orc from neck to waist, cleaving him in half. Blood sprayed like rain.

[ Congratulations, Master ]

[ You're improving at butchering orcs ]

[ That slash was cleaner than before ]

'Still not clean,' I replied.

Two more normal orcs rushed me. Their axes swung down in vertical slashes.

I dodged backward to avoid them, but another came from behind, attacking as I landed.

'I want to test how much better my senses are.'

'Sebas, shrink the field. Wrap it tight—like a veil around my body.'

[ Done, Master ]

'Let the axe come close. It won't hurt me—but I need to stop flinching. This is training.'

As the third orc's axe came down in a diagonal slash toward my left shoulder—I turned left sharply, dodging it just before impact.

I held my axe with both hands—left gripping the middle, right near the base.

Now at the orc's side, with its arms stretched and its axe buried in the dirt, I swung.

The weapon carved into the left side of its gut—blood poured out as it collapsed.

Another orc behind threw its axe. It bounced off my field, redirected straight into a companion's face.

As the second orc looked at the first in shock, I hurled the axe from the downed orc at him—

It buried into his chest, pinning him to the dirt.

'Where are the two warrior orcs?' I wondered.

I felt it—just in time.

I spun left—a massive axe was inches from my face before it bounced off my barrier.

Before I could react further, the orc warrior with the greatsword slammed me in the chest with the flat side of the blade—

The sword shattered halfway from the force, but I didn't budge.

'Was that f**ker trying to baseball swing me across the field?' I thought, frozen mid-step, one hand still holding an axe, the other empty.

The battlefield fell silent.

Then I began to chuckle.

I dropped the axe, covered my face with my hand—

The chuckle turned into manic laughter. A deep, twisted laugh that echoed like something demonic through the war-torn air.

'This is... it's... all of this... IT'S ALL SO MUCH FUN,' I thought, my smile widening unnaturally.

I turned to the orc warrior I had left wounded, extended my hand, and grabbed the fallen axe back.

I threw it—

The axe spun like a drill, embedding in the orc's throat and exiting through its chest, flinging the body backward.

I turned toward the remaining two warriors, still stunned.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the two orcs I had only wounded earlier—they were getting up again.

I dashed toward them.

I didn't know how many times I had leveled up. Sebas had full control over allocating the bonus stats. But my speed…

It had become monstrous.

In just a moment, I was in front of the orc, my finger pressed into the gaping wound in its stomach.

I used Wind Blade—five times.

It shrieked in agony before collapsing to the ground, twitching.

I leapt toward the last normal orc still standing.

Grabbing its head with my right hand, I slammed it into the dirt.

As it let out a shrill cry, I clutched both halves of its jaw with my left hand.

The orc's eyes widened in confusion—until it saw the grin stretched across my face.

I let out a low, twisted chuckle. The kind of sound a devil would make while savoring someone's suffering.

Then, without hesitation, I pointed at the flesh on both sides of its mouth. Wind Blades tore through them again and again, slicing deep.

Its jaw hung useless, unable to close anymore.

I raised my hand, pointed directly at its throat—

—and fired one final Wind Blade.

Blood sprayed. The orc thrashed. Then it stopped.

It was dead.

I slowly stood up.

Then turned—

—and ran.

In an instant, I appeared before the orc warrior wielding the broken greatsword.

My fist landed. The beast was launched backward like a ragdoll.

I pivoted, charging at the axe-wielding orc. It tried to brace for impact.

Too slow.

Its block meant nothing.

The moment it made contact, my field surged — and instead of stopping me, the orc was sent flying backward as if it had crashed into a storm.

The axe-wielding orc looked toward its fallen ally—and froze.

There, stuck to the warrior's neck, was something horrific.

The jaw of the orc I had just mutilated.

The warrior's eyes shook.

Before it could react—

—something tore through its torso.

The broken greatsword was embedded halfway down its chest.

It turned its head—

—and saw me.

I stood tall, one arm extended—

—like someone who had just thrown something.

It was finally over.

[ I hope you enjoyed the hunt, Master. ]

'It was fun', I thought, taking a long, deep breath.

'I don't have much time left. Let's go and meet the orc champion, Sebas.'

To be continued…