Chapter 63: Chapter 63 – Orc Warlord

During the hunt for those orcs, I had gained three levels. My body was starting to feel heavy, every breath like swallowing embers. Mindrender no longer felt light in my hand.

The last Orc Warrior stood before me, his body covered in countless gashes from my blade that never seemed to satisfy its thirst. He was in a frenzy because of Mindrender’s effect, swinging a massive axe with enough force to split a person clean in half. Thick clouds of breath puffed from his mouth as his chest rose and fell violently. His eyes blazed with pure hatred.

I waited. For the smallest mistake.

And when the orc raised his axe a little too high, I closed in.

SREK.

My thrust pierced through his throat.

Thick black blood sprayed, splattering across my face and blurring my vision for an instant. His massive body shuddered, his hands reaching out as if he wanted to crush my skull into paste. But then his knees buckled, and he collapsed without a sound.

[Successfully killed Orc Warrior]

[Received 30 EXP]

I sucked in a deep breath, nearly collapsing along with him.

And finally, the notification I had been waiting for popped up.

[Weekly Quest Completed]

[You have received 200 EXP]

“…Really? Only this much?” I muttered weakly. I already knew the reward from the beginning, but I still couldn’t stop myself from complaining.

A bitter sigh slipped out with a hollow laugh. Killing fifty monsters for just two hundred EXP… It was nowhere near worth the effort. And the EXP I gained from killing them was several times higher than the quest reward itself.

But what mattered… was that I was free from that annoying Quest for a few days.

And more importantly… I could finally focus on punishing Gwenneth once I got out of this place.

I opened my Status window. Dim blue light shimmered in the air like a hologram mixed with arcane mist.

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NAME: Adam Socheron

CLASS: Depraved Time Lord

LEVEL: 28

EXP: 215/500

<Strength: 30>

<Agility: 40>

<Vitality: 30>

<Charisma: 4>

<Libido: 40>

Available Stat Points: 15

SKILLS:

[Time Stop]

[Eye of Desire]

[Lustful Touch]

[Fertility Control]

[Mind Control]

ITEMS:

[Faceless Mask]

[Hymen Pill]

[Aphrodisiac Elixir]

[Mindrender]

[Dragonroot Rope]

[Aegis Pendant]

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“Fifteen points, huh…” I mumbled.

Where should I put them?

Charisma? That stat was still humiliating compared to the others. Just four. Even the number felt like a slap across the face. What was the point of Charisma anyway? So my voice and presence would actually matter? So people wouldn’t look at me like garbage? So that… they would believe what I say?

Maybe… just a little.

And as for Libido… I already knew where my life would take me after this. My stepfamily would be waiting at home. Libido definitely needed to go up.

[Charisma: 4 → 9]

[Libido: 40 → 50]

I looked at myself again. No drastic changes. Except for one thing… something down below felt stronger, hotter, and pulsing sharply. A bit too intense.

I stared at the Status screen again, eyes full of questions.

Did these stats have no limits?

Could they all reach the hundreds?

Or would they stop at a certain point?

And what about my level… would it only go up to one hundred?

If every level granted five Stat Points… roughly speaking, I would gain 360 more points if I reached level 100. Added to what I had now… that would be 519. Still 19 points short of a maximum of 100 for each stat… that is, if I can only reach level 100. What if my level and stats are unlimited?

I tightened my grip on Mindrender.

Those questions would be answered in time.

For now, I only knew one thing…

With the stats I had now, I was at least equivalent to a Rank C Awakener. A rough estimate after watching many battle videos of Hunters. Those with average stats around 10–20 were Rank F. Stat 20–30 was Rank E. Stat 30–40 was Rank D. Stat 40–50 was Rank C. And so on.

Only my own assumption. But for now… accurate enough.

I didn’t want to stay here any longer. If a reinforcement squad of orcs came, I was too worn out to survive that. So I walked slowly, enduring pain in every joint, sneaking deeper through the tunnel toward the boss room.

I ignored any orc that wasn’t directly blocking my path. I had only one goal:

Reach the Dungeon’s boss room, kill it, then go home and rest beside my sexy stepmother and sweet stepsister.

After a while navigating the widening stone corridor, searing heat and the metallic smell of blood filled my lungs. Heavy vibrations echoed from ahead like war drums.

And when I stepped into the massive chamber…

A towering dark-green giant stood in the center. Three meters tall. Muscles bulged like ancient tree roots. Long tusks jutted from his jaw. His eyes burned like coals.

Orc Warlord.

I held my breath behind a large stone pillar, forcing my body to remain still even as my heartbeat hammered violently. The Warlord stood surrounded by his soldiers. More than a dozen… maybe twenty… thirty… Hard to count with the dim light and my ragged breathing.

I narrowed my eyes, focusing on the biggest one, the one whose presence seemed to distort the air.

I activated [Eye of Desire].

A floating panel appeared.

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NAME: Gothmog

RACE: Orc

CLASS: Orc Warlord

RANK: B

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“Rank B…”

I swallowed.

This would be an interesting experiment.

One question had been on my mind since the beginning:

Could [Mind Control] be used on monsters? If yes… my dominion would no longer be limited to humans.

I then activated [Mind Control] on the creature.

…Nothing happened.

My teeth clenched. Distance? Or line of sight? Did he need to be looking at me?

Damn it. Fine. Then let him look.

I stepped out of the shadows.

“I AM RIGHT HERE, YOU GREEN BASTARD!!!”

My voice thundered, bouncing sharply off the stone walls.

Every orc turned toward me. Their crimson eyes gleamed with rage. The Warlord roared and charged like a runaway bull.

I did not panic.

I still had my ultimate safety net: [Time Stop].

I stared into his eyes and unleashed the skill again.

[Mind Control]

Everything froze.

The fire in his eyes flickered like a candle suffocating. His body halted mid-charge, suspended awkwardly like a broken puppet.

The other orcs still rushed forward unaware that their leader had changed sides.

I spun around and sprinted away, shouting my order:

“Kill every orc here! Protect me!”

The Warlord obeyed.

With a single long stride, he landed among his own troops. The frontliners kept running toward me, unaware death now stood behind them.

And then…

CRAAACK!

Gothmog grabbed one orc by the skull and smashed it against the wall. The head burst like a watermelon dropped from a rooftop. Shards of bone and brain splattered the rocky surface in a grotesque mural.

Screams erupted as the orcs realized something was horribly wrong.

Too late.

SLASH!

BLUGH!

CRACKKK!!!

Gothmog tore open another orc’s belly with his bare hands. Intestines spilled out like wet ropes. He swung the dying body like a weapon, hurling it into two more orcs, snapping their bones like twigs.

Blood poured across the ground like a bursting dam. Screams turned into wet gurgles. The floor became slick with shattered bodies.

I watched it all…

And I smiled.

Notifications chimed again and again, like applause for this grand slaughter:

[Successfully killed Orc Warrior]

[Received 30 EXP]

[Successfully killed Orc]

[Received 15 EXP]

[…]

A pleasant surprise.

Something surged in my chest. Euphoria.

Victory, sharp and intoxicating.

I felt like I had just discovered the most dangerous drug in the world: Absolute power.

If it was like this…

Even high-ranking monsters or SSS-rank Hunters could be made to kneel before me.

As long as they met my gaze.

As long as I had enough time.

And Yukie Iceblood…

I wanted to see the look on that bitch’s face when her turn came. Nothing scared me anymore.

Another delightful notification popped up.

[You Have Leveled Up to Level 29]

[You Have Received 5 Stat Points]

A wide grin stretched across my face.

Pain and fatigue faded slightly from pure excitement alone.

Within minutes, only one orc remained alive. Gothmog. Breathing heavily. Drenched in the blood of his own kin, dripping like a storm rain.

I checked the duration of [Mind Control]:

[01:15…]

Plenty of time left.

I walked closer, staring up at the monstrous brute with wild pride.

“Now kill yourself.”

No hesitation.

No doubt.

He drove his claws into his chest and…

Black blood sprayed everywhere, splashing the ground and even dripping onto my shoes. His body swayed, then dropped to his knees. The light in his eyes faded, until nothing remained.

[Successfully killed Orc Warlord]

[Received 50 EXP]

I stared at the fallen monstrosity, pride swelling inside me.

I let out a long breath, trying to calm the frantic, exhilarated beating of my heart. But before my smile could fully form…

BRUUUM!

The entire cavern shook violently. Slowly, the walls cracked with a terrible sound and the tunnels began collapsing into darkness. The Dungeon was falling apart.

And suddenly, a dark aura filled the chamber.

Cold and… sinister.

Every hair on my body stood up.

I turned my head slowly.

And what I saw…

Dried my throat completely.

Stole the air from my lungs.

Something… that shouldn’t exist here.

And just like that, all the pride and invincibility I felt vanished.

My smile froze in place.

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