The scent of ash and earth lingered in the forest air as Ha Jinhyuk stalked between the trees, spear in hand, eyes scanning every shadow.
Then—
[New Quest: Destroy the Orc Camp]
He blinked at the bright red system window. "…Huh?"
He read the quest details.
Enemies Detected:
– 2,500 Goblins
– 1,500 Hobgoblins
– 1,200 Half-Orcs
– 500 Orcs
– 5 Orc Kings
– 1 Abnormal Orc King
Objective: Annihilate the Orc Camp.
His face paled. "You've got to be kidding me…"
He stared at the quest for a long moment.
"How the hell is this a worthy quest?"
[This is considered worthy due to the overwhelming number of enemies, multiple elite commanders, and the presence of an Abnormal Orc King. It is a camp war zone — not a simple dungeon.]
His jaw tightened. "That's over 4,500 enemies. If I just waltz in there, I'll get shredded alive."
[While that is true, Host, this quest has no time limit. You may approach it tactically. I suggest making use of your newly acquired Telekinesis skill to level up and improve your weapon. Additionally, your earnings can be used to purchase MP recovery potions or skills.]
Jinhyuk stared at the map overlay showing the massive sprawl of enemy territory, sprawling tents, fires, watchtowers—and a single large cave in the back.
He let out a long breath.
"…Alright," he muttered, stepping behind a large tree and focusing.
His spear — Venomfang — began to float before him, humming gently with raw power.
[MP: 2650 / 2750]
He smirked. "This might actually work."
He focused on the camp perimeter. A group of goblins clustered around a fire. Without hesitation, he launched the spear forward with a swift flick of his fingers.
It streaked through the air like a missile.
SHLUNK!
Five goblins were skewered in a line, impaled clean through.
The spear spun like a buzzsaw and curved midair — slicing clean through the neck of a half-orc before flying back to his hand.
[Host has killed Level 2 Lower Goblins ×5. +30 EXP each]
[Host has killed Level 15 Half-Orc. +2500 EXP]
[First Kill Bonus Applied]
"Let's turn off those notifications for now," he muttered. "I don't want to hear 'ding' 4,000 times."
[Notifications Muted.]
Jinhyuk darted through the shadows, shifting positions. The camp was chaos now — monsters yelling, confused, weapons drawn.
He launched the spear again. It cut through goblin after goblin, zipping between skulls, spines, and hearts with surgical precision. Limbs flew, green blood sprayed the dirt, and corpses piled.
Hours passed.
His kills rose into the thousands. His spear's edge grew sharper, its weight heavier with power.
Then came the half-orcs — taller, stronger, more disciplined. But their defense meant nothing against a floating death needle dancing at impossible speeds.
One of them even tried to catch it.
Bad idea.
The spear reversed course, twisted, and sliced off its hand before rocketing through its open jaw and out the back of its head.
By the time he was finished, over 2,000 goblins and 1,500 half-orcs were dead.
He stood, drenched in green ichor, muscles tensed.
[MP: 2450 / 2750]
"Now…" he said quietly, approaching the heart of the camp, "it's your turn."
In a vast clearing, fire pits burned. Tents stood tall and crude, made from bone and hide. Weapons lined the ground. And in the middle — 500 full-grown Orcs, snorting, growling, standing in formation.
Jinhyuk stepped into the open.
"I have a bone to pick with you orcs."
They roared in unison.
He gripped his spear and dashed forward. The world blurred around him. He arrived in front of one — thrust the spear through its gut, turned, and cleaved another in half with a spinning slash.
A club came swinging. He ducked under the arc, slashed its legs out from under it, then leapt up and impaled its skull on the way down.
Another came from the side. He raised the spear horizontally and blocked the blow, sparks flying, then twisted and severed its arm in one clean sweep before decapitating it.
He backed away, exhaling sharply. The air was heavy with heat and blood.
[MP: 2450 / 2750]
He released the spear again. It began to spin wildly, orbiting around him like a storm.
"Four hundred and ninety-six to go…"
He snapped his fingers. The spear launched forward and pierced through ten orcs in a line, splitting them open with violent precision.
He called it back. It returned, trembling in anticipation.
'It's hungry,' he thought. 'It wants more.'
He obliged.
He slammed the spear into the ground. The force cracked the earth, throwing nearby orcs off-balance. He grabbed the spear by its tail and spun in a wide arc, shredding 21 enemies in a gory cyclone.
Then he let go.
[MP: 2350 / 2750]
The spear zigzagged through the field, turning orcs into fountains of gore — heads flying, torsos bisected, limbs raining like confetti.
Two hours passed.
[Orc Kill Count: 500 / 500]
He panted, sweat mixing with blood on his brow.
"Time for the main event."
At the back of the camp was a massive cavern entrance. Five orcs stood at its mouth — massive brutes clad in crude but heavy steel armor, wielding greatswords the size of streetlamps.
Each sword was chipped and bloodstained, but wickedly sharp. They stood still like statues, guarding the darkness behind them.
Jinhyuk narrowed his eyes. "That's where the Abnormal Orc King is, huh?"
The orc guards grunted and began to move. One stepped forward, roaring and charging. Its sword raised high.
Jinhyuk parried the strike with his spear, the force rattling his arms, then retaliated with a horizontal slash — blocked.
The orc slammed its fist into his gut, sending him sliding back.
He gritted his teeth. Then smirked.
"System, how much weight can I lift with Telekinesis?"
[Up to 50 pounds.]
Perfect.
He activated the skill.
[MP: 2250 / 2750]
The four greatswords of the remaining Orc Kings lifted into the air, floating to his side like executioner blades.
The orcs roared and charged.
One punched — Jinhyuk blocked it with a floating sword, then countered with another, slicing off its arm.
Before it could scream, a third sword chopped off its head.
Three orcs remained.
They backed up, wary.
Jinhyuk didn't give them a chance. He sent the swords forward, clashing against theirs. Sparks flew. Steel rang. He darted in with Venomfang and impaled them one by one.
It was over in moments.
[Orc Kings Defeated: 5 / 5]
He inhaled deeply, then stepped into the cave.
Inside the cavern was a grand chamber lit by pale blue torches and adorned with crude trophies — bones, skulls, shattered weapons.
And there, at the far end, sitting atop a stone throne, was a monstrosity.
A 25-foot-tall Orc, with pitch-black skin, glowing red eyes, and two golden tusks curling like sabers.
It wore armor white as sunlight on a cloudless day — polished, radiant, yet hideously warped with battle scars.
On its head rested a golden crown, and beside its throne, planted into the stone, was a massive greatsword, easily 15 feet in length, covered in ancient runes that glowed softly with power.
Jinhyuk stared, breath caught in his throat.
Then the orc spoke.
"Human… You dare enter my camp… and decimate my forces. Why?"
It had a voice like a landslide. Deep. Ancient. Powerful.
"…You can speak," Jinhyuk said, stunned.
The orc stood, the cave trembling under its weight.
"You seek power. But your actions speak of folly. You slay those who have not harmed you."
"One of your orcs almost killed me," Jinhyuk replied. "That's enough reason for me."
The orc's nostrils flared. "None of my kin are allowed to leave. If one attacked you, it was a rogue."
He reached for his sword, lifting it with one arm.
"But you've killed my blood. Now, I shall return the favor."
Jinhyuk tightened his grip on his spear. The five floating swords behind him began to spin slowly.
"Then come," he said. "Let's see who dies first."
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