Volk’s mind churned with ideas as he surveyed the city now turned into a battlefield.

The sprawling cityscape was crawling with monsters, and high above, some bat-like creatures were clawing their way up a thirty-story building, their leathery wings flapping as they attempted to reach the humans hiding inside.

Volk’s sharp eyes followed them, and a plan began to form.

He noticed the glint of fear in the eyes of the humans inside the building.

They were clustered near the windows, watching helplessly as their doom slowly climbed toward them.

It wasn’t just the monsters.

The building itself seemed to pulse with tension, as if it knew its time was limited.

Volk turned to his Orcs.

His sharp gaze flicked between them, calculating, planning. .net

He knew a building would have plenty of humans.

It was a massive number, and in this ranking world, every kill counted, and he needed to kill as much as he could.

He needed to make the most of every opportunity.

He grinned, his lips curling back to reveal his tusks. Yes, this would do.

“How many Orcs do we have here??” Volk growled, his voice low and commanding.

One of the Orcs, a stout warrior with a massive scar across his face, stepped forward. “About a hundred and sixty, Warchief,” he rumbled, glancing up at the building nervously.

The bat-creatures were now halfway up, their screeches echoing through the air as their claws raked against the building’s surface.

Volk frowned.

A hundred and sixty wasn’t much, but it was enough to destroy the buildings.

More than enough.

With a sudden, fierce energy, Volk straightened up, towering over the other Orcs. His eyes gleamed with determination, the weight of command settling on his broad shoulders. He had to act fast.

“Listen up!” he bellowed, his voice echoing across the street like a thunderclap. Every Orc turned toward him, their eyes wide, awaiting his orders.

“We’re not gonna waste time hunting down every human one by one. That’s not how we rise. We need to think bigger. We’re taking down the whole damned building.”

The Orcs looked at each other, confused murmurs spreading through the ranks. One of them, a younger Orc with nervous eyes, spoke up.

“Warchief… destroy the whole building? How…?”

Volk’s gaze shot to him, silencing the doubt with a mere look. “It’s simple. This is a thin building, as long as we take out the foundation. Bring the entire structure down. Everyone inside will be crushed.”

A few of the Orcs grinned, their excitement bubbling to the surface as they imagined the carnage.

Others remained unsure, still trying to wrap their heads around the plan.

They are always thinking Volk would always lead them through brute force, but this?

This was something different.

This was strategy.

Volk stepped forward, standing tall, his eyes burning with intensity. “Look around you!” he growled, gesturing to the chaos of the city.

“The other monsters are focused on picking off weaklings one at a time. But we’re not like them. We think. We plan. We take them all out in one go and rise to the top in a single strike.”

The Orcs’ confusion faded as his words sank in.

Their uncertainty turned into excitement, the thought of mass destruction and the promise of victory lighting a fire in their eyes.

“But Warchief,” one of the older Orcs grunted, “how do we take down a building that big?”

Volk turned his gaze back to the thirty-story tower, the bat-creatures still crawling up its sides, the humans inside scrambling to protect themselves.

He could already see the weak points.

The cracks in the foundation.

The places where the weight of the building was most vulnerable.

“We hit it where it’s weakest,” Volk said, his voice steady and confident. “At the base. We tear through the foundation. When it collapses, the building will crush everyone inside. And we’ll take the kills.”

The Orcs nodded, their doubts erased. Volk could see the bloodlust in their eyes, their desire for victory and power. They were ready to follow him to the end.

He grinned. “Get to work. Now. But make sure one part of this city was not demolished, maybe we can use them later.”

The Orcs were surprised, but Volk’s expression of urinh make them immediately sprang into action.

Their heavy footsteps thundered as they charged toward the base of the building, massive hands gripping axes and clubs, ready to tear through concrete and steel.

Volk followed, his eyes scanning the structure, calculating every move, every strike.

The ground trembled as the first blow landed, a massive club smashing into the foundation with a deafening CRASH.

Dust and debris rained down, but the Orcs didn’t falter. Another blow followed, then another.

The cracks in the building’s base grew wider with each strike, spreading like veins through the concrete.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Volk stood back, arms crossed, watching as his clan worked tirelessly. His sharp eyes tracked the progress, ensuring every strike was placed exactly where it needed to be.

The ground beneath the building began to tremble, the entire structure groaning as it struggled to remain upright.

The humans inside the building screamed, their panic rising as the walls began to shake.

They clung to each other, their faces pale with terror as the realization set in. There was no escape.

Volk’s grin widened.

“Harder!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Bring it down!”

The Orcs doubled their efforts, their massive bodies slamming into the building’s foundation with all their strength.

CRACK!

The sound of breaking stone echoed through the streets, followed by the groaning of steel beams beginning to buckle under the pressure.

Volk could feel the moment coming. The building was on the verge of collapse. All it needed was one final push.

“Now!” he bellowed, his voice rising above the roar of destruction. “Everyone, together!”

With a united roar, the Orcs delivered one last, earth-shattering blow.

BOOM!

The foundation gave way, the ground beneath the building crumbling into dust.

For a brief moment, the entire structure seemed to hang in the air, suspended by the tension in the very earth itself.

And then, with a deafening CRASH, the building began to fall.

The humans inside screamed, their cries lost in the roar of collapsing concrete and steel.

The bat-creatures screeched in panic, flapping their wings uselessly as the building crumbled around them.

There was no escape.

No way out.

Volk watched, his heart pounding with adrenaline, as the tower crumbled to the ground.

Dust and debris filled the air, but the sound of destruction was all he needed.

The massive structure came down in a single, earth-shaking crash, and the lives of those inside were snuffed out in an instant.

For a few moments, the city was silent.

The ground still trembled beneath Volk’s feet, the weight of the destruction settling into the earth. And then, as the dust began to clear, a familiar chime echoed in his mind.

Ding!

Volk glanced at the system screen as it materialized before him.

| Current Rank: Orcs – Rank 1: 3,009 Kills |

He let out a slow, satisfied breath.

Rank 1.

They’d done it.

He’d done it.

Behind him, the Orcs were celebrating, their roars of victory echoing through the ruined city. But Volk’s mind was already racing ahead, thinking of the next step. He was no longer just an Orc.

He was something more.

Something stronger.

And this world? This ranking system? It was just the beginning.

Volk turned, his eyes scanning the horizon, already plotting his next move. Let them come, he thought, his heart pounding with excitement. Let them all come.

Because now, he wasn’t just surviving this world.

He was going to conquer it.

However, Volk knew there was still plenty of time left, he needed to make sure that horde would never be surpassed!

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