Level up!
Hunting a giant in Yuroki mountains raised your Fame by 1.
Weed cried out happily!
It’s been a while since it happened to him on the hunt last time. Before, when he was immersed in battle over his head, he was often letting out occasional cries of joy.
“Chwiiiik!”
“Chwichwichwiiik!”
Orcs started screaming delightfully as well.
A view, worthy of a great artist: Weed, standing on a giant’s head, and a happily screaming crowd of Orcs around him. From the side it looked like they joined forces to accomplish impossible!
But after every victory there was a very important thing to do.
Weed collected the loot.
You received the Skin from the back of Fire Giant.
After processing this material could be used to create armor. The armor, made from it will be lighter and a lot tougher than tempered steel, such materials were very hard to acquire.
“Thanks! Chwiik!”
“Chwichwichwit, you saved us.”
Orcs gathered around Weed and were thanking him. He helped them in time of great danger and they were very grateful to him. However even in such a moment some orcs were looking away from him from time to time.
Such face wasn’t easy to get used to!
But Weed was reassured by such reaction.
“Chwiik, you hunt such critters? Chwiit, you should have called me. I love fighting. Chwichwichwiiik! I love gems and good items even more.”
“Chwii. We admit. You are a warrior. We are proud of you, Orc warrior.”
Similarities attract - this rule was working even in game.
Orcs, who liked to fight and hoard the most, immediately liked Weed.
“I see you for the first time. Where did you come from? Chwiiik!”
“I don’t know. Chwi!”
Weed looked somewhere into the distance of plains with sad eyes. And though he tried to look as sad as possible, for everyone else it looked like he thinks of past bloody battles and slaughters.
“When i was 1 year old, my mother left this place with me. Chwik! We lived in plains. And now i returned. Chwiiik! Don’t ask any more.”
“As you say. Chwiik!”
“Let’s go hunt. Chwiik!”
“Okay. Chwi!”
Weed took the invitation and joined the Orcs’ party.
Anywhere, even among monsters Weed felt himself at home! Weed was master at assessing the situation and evaluating possible profit, whether it was a free serving of rice porridge or a free ride on the train. Since he was a child various difficulties he had to endure taught him to think outside the box and quickly adapt to situation.
“Wo-o-o-ah!”
“Chwiik, chwiik!”
***
All over Yuroki mountains Orc villages were scattered.
And after the hunt warriors from the party Weed joined invited him to their place.
“Chwiiit! Come with us.”
“May I? Chwik! Chwiik!”
“Yeah. Our family is big. Chwichwichwit. Good warriors, chwiiik, are welcome.”
“Chwik! Thanks, friend.”
Weed followed the Orcs deep into the mountains.
On their way he saw a lot of other settlements, big like human cities. They didn’t have walls or castles, but had many big buildings. One such houses housed 10 Orcs, and there were more than a 1000 buildings in a settlement.
Orcs led Weed into one of such settlements. At the entrance Weed was stopped by guards.
“Not just anyone is allowed to enter. Chwiik!”
Weed looked at them calmly and said:
“You got a problem? Chwiik!”
An orc-like demon! With the scariest face in the world.
Weed’s appearance was his best pass anywhere. And his companions tried to defend him too.
“This is our friend. Chwiik! We fought together. Chwik!”
“H-he is still n-not allowed. Chwik!”
“Chwiiik. He must call his name. Chwik! Then he can enter.”
Though guards’ hands were trembling, they still managed to give proper reply.
Weed stopped for a moment to think. To completely get into the role of an Orc he must get a new name. He completely forgot about it.
“I am Kari... chwi!”
He hastily thought of a new name - Kari, but his body failed him again and Orcs heard a different thing.
“Karichwi! Karichwi! Chwiik. Come inside.”
That is how Weed became Karichwi, as Orcs’ names often ended in ‘-chwi’.
‘That’s how it is.’
Kari or Karichwi, it didn’t matter for him.
Weed forgot the incident and entered the settlement.
***
“Chwiiik! Selling cheap.”
“Chwik! Selling even cheaper!”
“Chwiit! I sell cheap too.”
A lot of things in the Orc village was similar to human settlements.
Orcs were selling armor and weapons in their stores. Most of the items were made here, in this settlement, so they were of poor quality.
But the prices were sky-high.
“Chwik. This rusty cracked glaive, chwiiik! You want it? Everyone wants it. I’ll give it to you just for 60 000 gold. Chwiik!”
The glaive with attack power of 20 and 10 remaining points of durability costed 60 000 gold! Outrageous scam. Simple Orcs thought, that if they call high prices they’ll become rich quickly. That is why they tried to sell everything at ridiculous prices.
The cheapest herbs costed 20 000 gold, and cheapest armor - 50 000. Glaives, that were more or less useful, were priced at 150 000 gold and more.
Weed was very curious, so he asked one of his companions:
“Chwiik. Do they really manage to sell anything?”
“Chwichwichwi. Never saw it once. Chwii. Stupid idiots.”
“Chwiik. Oh, you are certainly not like them.”
Orc, praised by Weed, shrugged.
“Of course. Chwiik! If it’s not getting sold, you should ask at least 2 million gold!”
“...”
Weed was speechless.
But even harder challenge was awaiting him. Female Orcs from the village! By human standards Weeds appearance was terrifying, but in this place he was popular.
“Strong hands. Chwichichwi!”
“Powerful chest. Chwichichiik.”
“Thick fangs, harder than an axe.”
“With jaw like that his throat won’t run dry in the rain. Chwiik! And look at his nose!”
“Wide shoulders and muscular body.”
“My ideal. Chwiiiik!”
Women were leaning against Weed, displaying their affection. Some of them were winking at him, others were caressing their chest.
Even the bravest man would be scared in this situation. Such an insistent affection made Weed wish to leave the settlement as soon as possible.
Even though they were women, they was a huge crowd of them!
“What are they doing? Chwiik!”
“Women love strong. They love you. Chwiik!” - replied one of his companions with envy.
***
Living with orcs in one house, Weed was tormented most by two things.
First was females.
At any time of day and night they were tirelessly trying to get his love. They were doing everything a woman in life could think of.
That would never happen to an underage. But Weed was officially recognized to be over 20, so his account was adjusted accordingly.
For adults in the game there were provided special services. The night life. Pleasures, available only for adults!
But who would want to share a bed with an Orc? Surely not Weed.
‘I can’t lose my virginity like this!’
He was trying to avoid meeting females at all cost.
The second thing was food.
Orcs were eating half-raw, barely cooked food. Weed, who was almost addicted to good food because of his high cooking skill, couldn’t get used to the tastes of his new brethren.
The tasteless barley bread was a lot better. He was often dreaming about it now.
Though sometimes there were breaks in his torment, for example, when they were coming out of the settlement to hunt. Weed was always going first, marching with his glaive raised high.
“Chwiik! I smell enemy!”
They encountered the Minotaur Lord! Huge, horned monster with an axe. And even though the Minotaur Lord was menacingly swinging his weapon, that didn’t stop Weed.
“Chwichwi-i-i-i-ik!”
Weed tightened his grip on the glaive and rushed forward. Simple, ignorant, agressive and merciles Orc led his party into fight.
“All, all, all, attack! Chwi-i-i-ik!”
***
Yoon Chunhee was logging into Royal Road every night.
She was a summoner and her in-game name was Seirin. At character creation she picked the half-elf race, so she had small height, like a dwarf.
“With the power of our contract I summon you. Come, Basilisk!”
Casting the summoning spell took almost all of her mana, but 3 basilisk helpers appeared besides her. These monsters looked like lizards. They were poisonous and had good defence, so she was always summoning them when hunting.
With basilisks’ help it became a lot easier for her and her partner to deal with 2 knights.
Female thief finished last of the knights with a backstab.
“Phew! We won somehow.”
The thief wiped sweat out of her forehead and approached Seirin.
“Good job, sister.”
“You too, Lami.”
Seirin and Lami were sisters with 3 year age difference.
“Pheew, let’s rest a bit.”
“Yeah. And i need to restore mana.”
They were hunting in a newly discovered dungeon. Because of their high levels they were first to discover it and now were trying to use the received bonuses to the fullest.
Sisters were sitting on the ground and talking.
“Hey! Remember that guy that came to our school at the festival? His name is Lee Hyun. He’s the older brother of my friend, Hayan. He’s of the same age as you, isn’t he?”
Seirin smiled slightly.
“True.”
“You know him?”
“Yes. I do. Met his sister too.”
“I see... But you’re not usually interested in guys, even popular actors. And you’re not going out with anyone...”
“I’m just not interested in them.”
“So, you’re interested in him?”
“Him - yes.”
Seirin never hid anything from her sister, as they had good relationships, and Lami continued to question her.
“Could it be... he’s the one you like?”
“You guessed right.”
“Woah! Didn’t know that’s your ideal. So you like athletic guys?”
Lami couldn’t forget as well how Lee Hyun passed 3 challenges and won the princess saving competition. No one, who saw it, would ever forget.
When Lee Hyun was passing the 3 challenges, he was moving and popping flying water balloons so fast, that i seemed like a magic trick.
“Not because he’s athletic. No. I didn’t know
Level up!
Hunting a giant in Yuroki mountains raised your Fame by 1.
Weed cried out happily!
It’s been a while since it happened to him on the hunt last time. Before, when he was immersed in battle over his head, he was often letting out occasional cries of joy.
“Chwiiiik!”
“Chwichwichwiiik!”
Orcs started screaming delightfully as well.
A view, worthy of a great artist: Weed, standing on a giant’s head, and a happily screaming crowd of Orcs around him. From the side it looked like they joined forces to accomplish impossible!
But after every victory there was a very important thing to do.
Weed collected the loot.
You received the Skin from the back of Fire Giant.
After processing this material could be used to create armor. The armor, made from it will be lighter and a lot tougher than tempered steel, such materials were very hard to acquire.
“Thanks! Chwiik!”
“Chwichwichwit, you saved us.”
Orcs gathered around Weed and were thanking him. He helped them in time of great danger and they were very grateful to him. However even in such a moment some orcs were looking away from him from time to time.
Such face wasn’t easy to get used to!
But Weed was reassured by such reaction.
“Chwiik, you hunt such critters? Chwiit, you should have called me. I love fighting. Chwichwichwiiik! I love gems and good items even more.”
“Chwii. We admit. You are a warrior. We are proud of you, Orc warrior.”
Similarities attract - this rule was working even in game.
Orcs, who liked to fight and hoard the most, immediately liked Weed.
“I see you for the first time. Where did you come from? Chwiiik!”
“I don’t know. Chwi!”
Weed looked somewhere into the distance of plains with sad eyes. And though he tried to look as sad as possible, for everyone else it looked like he thinks of past bloody battles and slaughters.
“When i was 1 year old, my mother left this place with me. Chwik! We lived in plains. And now i returned. Chwiiik! Don’t ask any more.”
“As you say. Chwiik!”
“Let’s go hunt. Chwiik!”
“Okay. Chwi!”
Weed took the invitation and joined the Orcs’ party.
Anywhere, even among monsters Weed felt himself at home! Weed was master at assessing the situation and evaluating possible profit, whether it was a free serving of rice porridge or a free ride on the train. Since he was a child various difficulties he had to endure taught him to think outside the box and quickly adapt to situation.
“Wo-o-o-ah!”
“Chwiik, chwiik!”
***
All over Yuroki mountains Orc villages were scattered.
And after the hunt warriors from the party Weed joined invited him to their place.
“Chwiiit! Come with us.”
“May I? Chwik! Chwiik!”
“Yeah. Our family is big. Chwichwichwit. Good warriors, chwiiik, are welcome.”
“Chwik! Thanks, friend.”
Weed followed the Orcs deep into the mountains.
On their way he saw a lot of other settlements, big like human cities. They didn’t have walls or castles, but had many big buildings. One such houses housed 10 Orcs, and there were more than a 1000 buildings in a settlement.
Orcs led Weed into one of such settlements. At the entrance Weed was stopped by guards.
“Not just anyone is allowed to enter. Chwiik!”
Weed looked at them calmly and said:
“You got a problem? Chwiik!”
An orc-like demon! With the scariest face in the world.
Weed’s appearance was his best pass anywhere. And his companions tried to defend him too.
“This is our friend. Chwiik! We fought together. Chwik!”
“H-he is still n-not allowed. Chwik!”
“Chwiiik. He must call his name. Chwik! Then he can enter.”
Though guards’ hands were trembling, they still managed to give proper reply.
Weed stopped for a moment to think. To completely get into the role of an Orc he must get a new name. He completely forgot about it.
“I am Kari... chwi!”
He hastily thought of a new name - Kari, but his body failed him again and Orcs heard a different thing.
“Karichwi! Karichwi! Chwiik. Come inside.”
That is how Weed became Karichwi, as Orcs’ names often ended in ‘-chwi’.
‘That’s how it is.’
Kari or Karichwi, it didn’t matter for him.
Weed forgot the incident and entered the settlement.
***
“Chwiiik! Selling cheap.”
“Chwik! Selling even cheaper!”
“Chwiit! I sell cheap too.”
A lot of things in the Orc village was similar to human settlements.
Orcs were selling armor and weapons in their stores. Most of the items were made here, in this settlement, so they were of poor quality.
But the prices were sky-high.
“Chwik. This rusty cracked glaive, chwiiik! You want it? Everyone wants it. I’ll give it to you just for 60 000 gold. Chwiik!”
The glaive with attack power of 20 and 10 remaining points of durability costed 60 000 gold! Outrageous scam. Simple Orcs thought, that if they call high prices they’ll become rich quickly. That is why they tried to sell everything at ridiculous prices.
The cheapest herbs costed 20 000 gold, and cheapest armor - 50 000. Glaives, that were more or less useful, were priced at 150 000 gold and more.
Weed was very curious, so he asked one of his companions:
“Chwiik. Do they really manage to sell anything?”
“Chwichwichwi. Never saw it once. Chwii. Stupid idiots.”
“Chwiik. Oh, you are certainly not like them.”
Orc, praised by Weed, shrugged.
“Of course. Chwiik! If it’s not getting sold, you should ask at least 2 million gold!”
“...”
Weed was speechless.
But even harder challenge was awaiting him. Female Orcs from the village! By human standards Weeds appearance was terrifying, but in this place he was popular.
“Strong hands. Chwichichwi!”
“Powerful chest. Chwichichiik.”
“Thick fangs, harder than an axe.”
“With jaw like that his throat won’t run dry in the rain. Chwiik! And look at his nose!”
“Wide shoulders and muscular body.”
“My ideal. Chwiiiik!”
Women were leaning against Weed, displaying their affection. Some of them were winking at him, others were caressing their chest.
Even the bravest man would be scared in this situation. Such an insistent affection made Weed wish to leave the settlement as soon as possible.
Even though they were women, they was a huge crowd of them!
“What are they doing? Chwiik!”
“Women love strong. They love you. Chwiik!” - replied one of his companions with envy.
***
Living with orcs in one house, Weed was tormented most by two things.
First was females.
At any time of day and night they were tirelessly trying to get his love. They were doing everything a woman in life could think of.
That would never happen to an underage. But Weed was officially recognized to be over 20, so his account was adjusted accordingly.
For adults in the game there were provided special services. The night life. Pleasures, available only for adults!
But who would want to share a bed with an Orc? Surely not Weed.
‘I can’t lose my virginity like this!’
He was trying to avoid meeting females at all cost.
The second thing was food.
Orcs were eating half-raw, barely cooked food. Weed, who was almost addicted to good food because of his high cooking skill, couldn’t get used to the tastes of his new brethren.
The tasteless barley bread was a lot better. He was often dreaming about it now.
Though sometimes there were breaks in his torment, for example, when they were coming out of the settlement to hunt. Weed was always going first, marching with his glaive raised high.
“Chwiik! I smell enemy!”
They encountered the Minotaur Lord! Huge, horned monster with an axe. And even though the Minotaur Lord was menacingly swinging his weapon, that didn’t stop Weed.
“Chwichwi-i-i-i-ik!”
Weed tightened his grip on the glaive and rushed forward. Simple, ignorant, agressive and merciles Orc led his party into fight.
“All, all, all, attack! Chwi-i-i-ik!”
***
Yoon Chunhee was logging into Royal Road every night.
She was a summoner and her in-game name was Seirin. At character creation she picked the half-elf race, so she had small height, like a dwarf.
“With the power of our contract I summon you. Come, Basilisk!”
Casting the summoning spell took almost all of her mana, but 3 basilisk helpers appeared besides her. These monsters looked like lizards. They were poisonous and had good defence, so she was always summoning them when hunting.
With basilisks’ help it became a lot easier for her and her partner to deal with 2 knights.
Female thief finished last of the knights with a backstab.
“Phew! We won somehow.”
The thief wiped sweat out of her forehead and approached Seirin.
“Good job, sister.”
“You too, Lami.”
Seirin and Lami were sisters with 3 year age difference.
“Pheew, let’s rest a bit.”
“Yeah. And i need to restore mana.”
They were hunting in a newly discovered dungeon. Because of their high levels they were first to discover it and now were trying to use the received bonuses to the fullest.
Sisters were sitting on the ground and talking.
“Hey! Remember that guy that came to our school at the festival? His name is Lee Hyun. He’s the older brother of my friend, Hayan. He’s of the same age as you, isn’t he?”
Seirin smiled slightly.
“True.”
“You know him?”
“Yes. I do. Met his sister too.”
“I see... But you’re not usually interested in guys, even popular actors. And you’re not going out with anyone...”
“I’m just not interested in them.”
“So, you’re interested in him?”
“Him - yes.”
Seirin never hid anything from her sister, as they had good relationships, and Lami continued to question her.
“Could it be... he’s the one you like?”
“You guessed right.”
“Woah! Didn’t know that’s your ideal. So you like athletic guys?”
Lami couldn’t forget as well how Lee Hyun passed 3 challenges and won the princess saving competition. No one, who saw it, would ever forget.
When Lee Hyun was passing the 3 challenges, he was moving and popping flying water balloons so fast, that i seemed like a magic trick.
“Not because he’s athletic. No. I didn’t know
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