My member was swinging and hanging out between my legs; it was so amazing I had to gaze at it for a while. When I got worried as to what I should do, I solved the problem by taking the Red Bear’s pelt, which I had already skinned off, and strapped it around my waist to cover it.
I see, that’s why I skinned the Red Bear’s pelt, because I had a premonition that such a situation would occur, I thought while using a wind-blade to cut the tree and threads that I’d been using as a shield causing a “zuban” sound to occur.
Because my power had increased, even if I held back, it turned into a one-hit kill.
Judging by the position of the Sun, I’m guessing it’s around two o’clock now.
I had slept for a pretty long time, I should hurry back to the base.
On the way back I found my backpack and field bag lying around, after that I recovered as many Estocs and Bowie Knives as I could; at least those that can still be repaired.
The Three-Horned Horse leg that I placed in my backpack was already stolen, it can’t be helped if the materials that remained such as the shell of the demon spider are damaged, I gave up.
The backpack is still useful even though it was already worn out.
Because I’d gotten bigger, and by abusing some of my abilities, I arrived at the mining base in the blink of an eye, where they were noticeably wary of me.
And since I had a large body and, with the use of my abilities, I have invaded the mining base very quickly, they're all wary to an extent that I could only find admirable.
Yeah, if an unknown ogre suddenly appeared, this is what’d happen, I thought with a wry smile.
Also they’re more afraid of me than they used to be.
Ah, since I’d turned into an Ogre I probably have a face filled with evil, I’m sure of it. I’m confident that it would be something like this:
Goblin → Ugly
Hobgoblin → Human-like
Ogre → Some kind of Berserker? My current state.
Something like this, I’m sure.
By the way, there’s no concrete proof, but I’m probably around two meters tall right now.