My body was filled with a strange, wonderful sensation since having sex with Anastasia filled with energy and the desire to fight.
I had left her after cleaning up to enter the dungeon, feeling a slight difference in the atmosphere and feeling when transferring to be nothing to me anymore.
Even the strange disorientation was gone as I passed the item shop sister, without feeling the same attraction to her as before, instead a simple greeting. “Good afternoon, take care.”
There was no feeling of inferiority as I passed the other adventurers. Instead, my head was held high as I stepped into the portal of the twenty-first floor with an open heart and clear mind.
The twenty-first floor was the home of the orcs, creatures over two meters tall with thick muscles, green skin and pig faces.
They were dumb but strong, using large stone clubs as weapons.
Their strength was second only to hobgoblins, making them one of the most dangerous monsters in the first five sections of the dungeon.
“Or so Lumia told me when we were fighting together.”
The floor was made up of several orc villages, each having anywhere from ten to fifty of the creatures, although their number rarely exceeded seventy.
A nice forest dungeon with quite a wide expanse, but they could see me too—it was probably a struggle for normal people to clear this place but for me? I didn’t feel anything and stepped forward, clanging my gauntlets together.
“Sex is amazing; sex with my sister, Lumia and Anastasia is more than amazing… However.”
“I can do nothing without money.”
“Nothing without strength.”
“Thus, I cannot forget my main task and priorities. I will not drown in sex and mediocrity.”
My eyes narrowed, using mana vision to lock onto the group of six orcs approaching me with their bulging muscles and power—I was reminded of being a malnourished boy, lacking the muscles of many of my competitors when I was seeking the National championship at fifteen.
Those memories and feelings, the Rai who could stand in the light and make his family proud, this battle I stepped forward with those feelings and the desire to become such a man for my woman and future children.
I wanted to be a great man and father, just like my dad! But have the strength to beat any illness and live a long life.
[(That’s it… This is the man I wanted you to be, not that dark and brooding mental case.)] (???)
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I began to pull the magic from my core, feeling the transition was so smooth, my second heart pumping rapidly as I began dashing forward towards the orcs with a grin.
“This is where it begins!”
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The sound of fists connecting with flesh, the orcs roared out in pain, blood dripping from my knuckles as my fist pierced through its skull.
Like my gauntlets, my entire body was covered in a blue light—the light’s true existence was my fire… I don’t know what happened when I changed, but this new heart allowed me to control the mana and magic as I wished.
It allowed me to coat my fists in fire, allowing the flames to burn hotter than any blade, my gauntlets now fused with my very being—Lumia said I was burning mana, which was true… My reserves would deplete quickly if I kept burning this way…
However, I did not plan on letting up.
Because now the man was a part of me! I created my mana endlessly—this was how I was meant to fight!
“Gruuuugh!”
An orc swung its club towards me, my fist crashing through its face with a crunch, the splinters of wood shooting through the air as my blow destroyed the weapon with its force, making the creature fall backwards with a loud thud.
My fist was coated in flames as I shot towards another orc; its eyes widened with fear as I grinned.
“Take this!”
My fist crashed into its stomach, a hole burnt into its chest as organs and intestines flew through the air, the smell of burnt flesh filling my nose as the other orcs watched in horror.
“Gruugh?!”
I leaned back, dodging to the side, the image of my national championship opponent superimposed on the orc as its huge club swished through the wind, causing a howl in my ears.
More! More! Let me fight more!
Another orc rushed towards me, swinging its club wildly—I ducked down, punching upwards, smashing through its chin, the flames coating my hand, scorching its brain instantly as it fell to the ground with a loud crash.
“Haa…. that’s it… more…!”
“COME GET ME!”
Some might call it madness, but I needed something… I lacked something, be it a challenge or the sheer overwork of fighting the entire Orc dungeon together… The second heart was telling me. “You need to push me further! I cannot grow with a garage like this! MORE!”
As if hearing my cries, the orcs roared out, rushing me all at once with their clubs raised, their bodies filled with rage as they swung wildly.
I dashed forward, sliding under the first swing, my fist crashing through the ankle, shattering bone as the creature fell to the ground while I grasped the orc and swung it around into the huge crowd. Even if I was strong, countless clubs impacted my body, causing damage and dark bruises, but I bit my lips, grit my teeth and endured!
“GRUUGH?!”
Blood splattered my face as I spun faster, the orc becoming less than mush as its corpse became a weapon, causing the others to panic, some backing away from me until only one remained.
He was tall, wearing heavy armour and a brutal spiked mace. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
I tossed the body of the orc into the distance, the remains of its skeleton exploding into dust against some rocks.
The armoured orc grunted, grasping its mace tightly—my arms were black and purple from the club impacts, my body aching all over, yet my heart raced with excitement as he charged me.
Something was trying to form… My body was slowly repaired, but a strange feeling like the mana began solidifying around my flesh… Like the flames covering my fists, they condensed further, forming a strange armour-like layer…
Not now! Not now! I must experience this fight to completion!
The orc swung its mace with a roar, the earth-shattering beneath me as I jumped over his attack, landing behind him as my fist crashed against the back of his armour with a loud bang!
Its armour exploded off its body as my flames burned it away, its flesh charred and smoking. I turned around with a look of shock as my fist lunged towards its face. Yet, the orc’s eyes widened before tilting his head to dodge my fist with the bare minimum room as it countered with its punch.
“Gough!”
Its fist struck my jaw, my face cracking and bleeding as I stumbled back, wiping the blood from my mouth as the orc laughed.
The orc pointed at me, saying something before it began removing its armour; all the other orcs began hammering the ground with their clubs, yelling a song. On the other hand, I felt that I should not stop this…
I removed the flames from my body but kept the strange mana armour that formed under my skin… I would fight without using the flames until the end… Because this was training!
I was fighting these orcs to the death because I was weak… And I was sick of being weak!
“Come, show me your strength, orc!”
My fists clenched as the orc charged me with a roar, its fist lunging towards me—I grasped its fist, feeling its weight and power, grinning as I began pulling it towards me.
Its eyes widened with surprise as I pulled it closer, my fist crashing through its defence, striking its jaw with a crack!
“GUUUGH?!”
The orc stumbled back, holding its broken jaw as I grinned, waving my hand as I beckoned it. “Is that all? Come on, orc! Show me why you are considered their leader!”
The orc grunted, its jaw healing as it regained its footing, roaring as it charged me with its fist swinging—I stepped back, dodging the first strike, moving my body to the side as I punched its chest with a loud bang as the orcs huge head smashed into mine, causing my brains to rattle.
The orc stumbled back with a grunt, shaking its head as I continued to beckon it. “Again, orc! Again!”
We continued like this… Trading blows as our flesh broke, bloodied and bruised, yet neither of us gave in… This orc was intelligent; it fought like a boxer, waiting for openings before attacking, causing me to grin as I thought about Anastasia…
She taught me boxing… This orc was reminding me of those lessons and fights…
Finally, both of us were exhausted, our lungs screaming for oxygen as we faced each other with smiles.
“GRUUGH!”
Our fists collided, the mana armour protecting our hands as we struggled against each other—its muscles bulged as it pushed me back, causing my feet to dig into the dirt as I roared, pushing back with all my might until finally.
*Crack!*
The mana armour shattered as our fists cracked, breaking as we stumbled back—our heads hung low as we panted, looking up at each other with tired grins.
“Grawr!!”
?Learned Skill: Mana Barrier?
?Learned Skill: Magic Armour?
The orc pointed at me, yelling before collapsing to its knees, breathing heavily—I looked at the guy with a bitter smile. “Yeah… You too…”
Before my fist penetrated its chest, killing it instantly.
I walked over to the corpse, searching his equipment before finding some gold coins, smiling bitterly as I sighed. “I still need money… At least I am improving…”
After that… I massacred the orcs. Forgive me, but you guys are still my enemies.
I collected all the loot, placing it in my bag before returning to town, entering the item shop sister’s store with a nod, ignoring her shocked expression. “What happened?”
“Huh? Nothing…” She replied, looking away with a slightly red face, nothing like her usual cold attitude.