Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Killed Orc Warrior at Lv1 (1)
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Honor.
It was one of the values surprisingly held dear by orcs, who were known only for their brutish and reckless nature.
Warriors in particular took great joy in facing strong opponents and dying honorably as warriors. That was why they could charge at enemies without fear of death.
That was precisely why Rokan had deliberately revealed himself before them and provoked them with taunting words.
The effect was immediate. The orc warriors, who had been sitting around sharpening their weapons, gathered in front of him.
“Sniff sniff, a human who knows honor. First one.”
“Human, fight me.”
They looked ready to tear him apart if he refused to fight, but Rokan knew better. He knew they were surprisingly pure in their simplicity. No one would charge first until he pointed one out.
‘Perfect.’
Rokan smirked inwardly as he observed their reactions. The title he was after was none other than ‘Killed Orc Warrior at Lv1’.
One of The Lord’s hidden titles.
Right after your first job change, if you defeat a monster of a certain level or higher as your first prey, you earn a title like ‘Killed ○○ at Lv1’.
It was a title obtainable only through solo hunting, making it hard to get, but it provided substantial bonus stats depending on the monster type, so it was well worth it if you could snag one.
That was why Rokan had chosen an orc warrior. He remembered from his past life that someone who’d killed an orc at level 1 had received a title that greatly boosted strength and stamina.
Of course, an orc warrior was no ordinary orc. Even the weakest were in the mid-to-late 40s, and most were powerful beasts who’d reached level 50.
But Rokan was confident he could win. Despite the vast gap in levels, stats, and especially gear, he judged that his control would be enough to take it down.
That was why he’d spent his entire fortune on escorts to get here. To avoid fighting any monsters before meeting an orc warrior—to stay at level 1.
Having lagged behind others during training had turned into a huge advantage now.
“Who among you is the strongest!”
Rokan provoked them once more. Bring forth your strongest. Maybe even a named one would show up.
His words stirred another commotion.
“Chweek, me!”
“No, me!”
“I’m the strongest, fight me!”
“Chweek! Let’s settle it now!”
They all claimed to be the strongest, and some even started brawling among themselves, ignoring Rokan entirely.
‘This is going nowhere.’
A clear mistake. He should’ve just picked any one of them. Having underestimated their simplicity, Rokan rubbed his throbbing temple and waited a long while.
Then, suddenly, the air shifted.
“Everyone, quiet.”
‘Why the hell are you here?’
The one being above them all had appeared.
The orc champion!
The Orc Camp’s strongest at a whopping level 70!
The one who should’ve been in a more distant dwelling had shown up here.
“An interesting human. Want to play with me?”
‘Damn it…….’
Even for Rokan, an orc champion was daunting. Especially since all he had was a single axe.
An orc warrior was high-level but hadn’t undergone a second job change, but an orc champion would have second-job gear and skills.
At that moment, unexpected aid came. The surrounding orcs rebelled.
“Chweek, Chief! That one’s ours.”
“Yeah, the chief’s too strong.”
It was a timid protest, given he was both chief and champion, but fortunately, he eyed them and Rokan with interest.
“Chweek, true. He must first prove his worth. Fine, Karro, you face him.”
“Good. Human, fight me.”
Once he named an orc, the other warriors fell silent. They were disappointed but had no intention of challenging his strength or authority.
‘Great.’
Rokan breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. At least he’d get the title he wanted.
Of course, dying to the orc champion afterward was inevitable.
‘You just wait, you bastard.’
Gritting his teeth with resolve to smash him next visit, Rokan gripped his woodcutter’s one-sided axe tightly.
“Chweek, this is an honorable warrior’s duel. No one interfere.”
With the orc champion’s stern command, the orc warrior named Karro stepped forward. The rest formed a circle around them, naturally creating a one-on-one arena.
‘I’ll take him down clean.’
Just before the duel began, Rokan dumped all his spare stat points. Into strength, stamina, and toughness at a 2:1:1 ratio.
Coincidentally, his opponent wielded the same weapon: an axe.
Of course, it was a far superior ‘Orc Tribe Battle Axe’, but Rokan was confident. No matter how good the gear, an axe blade would still bite.
Plus, if he struck armor, the weapon’s durability would shatter before reaching flesh—but luckily, orcs who prided themselves on muscle wore little cumbersome armor.
“Krraaaah!”
No starting bell rang, but Rokan charged first as if by instinct.
With a demonic glare, he unleashed War Cry, startling Karro and the other warriors slightly. But the level gap was too vast for it to take full effect. Instead, Karro’s counter-roar shaved off Rokan’s stats.
In that situation, their first clash was a head-on collision, as if by agreement.
“That all you got!”
Surprisingly, Rokan gained the upper hand in the first exchange.
Even with his stats lowered by Karro’s battle cry, he overcame the gear gap and pushed the orc back several steps with raw power. Without giving time to recover, he pressed the assault.
“Dash! Strike!”
This time, he borrowed skill power too. Facing a more devastating blow while off-balance, Karro panicked and tried to stand—but could only block with his body.
Kagagang!
He’d aimed to decapitate in one go, but Karro twisted at the last second. It clanged off the breastplate, sparks flying and the blade nicking.
[Axe Mastery has risen by 0.3%.]
[Axe Mastery has risen by 0.1%.]
Every time Rokan swung, Axe Mastery’s proficiency shot up.
His axe work was flawless, but capped at 0.3% per hit, progress was slow. Still, hitting 10% was quick.
Thanks to Karro using his large, sharp battle axe only for defense, Rokan pounded away like a sandbag.
“Axe Crush!”
Karro’s counters were fierce too. But Rokan gave no openings. He kept hammering relentlessly to disorient, dodging powerful skill responses without hesitation.
The axe’s notorious slow attack speed and post-swing vulnerability didn’t apply to him.
By gripping the short handle and minimizing swing arc, his strikes were swift, and his monstrous strength delivered heavy blows even at close range.
Defense and durability meant nothing anymore.
Sensing strength inferiority, Karro targeted Rokan’s weapon deliberately.
But Rokan was already treating the woodcutter’s axe like a club. Karro’s bulk was too tough for edge or penetration.
So Rokan decided to beat him into pulp.
Strike, dodge, strike, strike, dodge……
The fight was one-sided. With superior stats and battle experience, even trading blows evenly would’ve been a waste.
The one-sided beating continued until the end.
“Grrk!”
Rokan’s complete victory! A level 50-ish orc warrior felled by a mere level 1 berserker.
And Rokan hadn’t even used Berserk, the berserker’s signature.
As Karro died, light flashed, and the system should’ve announced level up and title gain. But……
[Unbelievable feat! You’ve soloed an orc warrior at level 1. Many will remember your valor.]
[Acquired title ‘Killed Orc Warrior at Lv1’.]
[You are the first to acquire this title.]
[Warrior’s Honor quest in progress.]
[Title and EXP rewards on hold.]
[Title and acquired EXP will be granted upon quest completion.]
Instead, the system held back his level up and title due to the ongoing quest.
‘What quest? What quest?’
Recalling no prior notification, Rokan suspected a bug—but soon understood.
The watching orc champion stepped forward.
“Now, you’ve proven worthy to fight me.”
Kicking Karro’s corpse aside casually, as if this was planned all along.
‘So that’s it…….’
The orc champion had forcibly triggered a quest. He’d wanted to fight but needed proof of worth, so he used Karro.
Thus, the outcome depended on this battle.
Win, and he’d get ‘Killed Orc Champion at Lv1’. Lose, and he’d take the accumulated EXP and orc warrior title—then forced return to town.
“Fine, come at me.”
But it wasn’t all doom. EXP and title were on hold, but items dropped normally.
Among them, 1 silver 50 copper and the orc’s battle axe went straight to inventory.
Rokan ditched the woodcutter’s axe and equipped the new one. This alone made him feel secure.
But he had another weapon: Berserk.
The orc champion evoked certain defeat, but this could turn the tables.
‘Screw it, if I fail, I’ll just die once.’
Even failure meant little loss. The EXP drop would be covered by the orc warrior kill, and as long as the battle axe didn’t drop, it was all profit.
Unaware of Rokan’s calculations, the orc champion approached seriously.
“Chweek, I am Tachual. What’s your name?”
“Rokan.”
“Good, Rokan. Prove your honor.”
Tachual raised his greatsword, aiming at Rokan with a smile.
“Strike!”
Rokan struck first again. Like with Karro, explosive muscle power infused the battle axe.
Kaaang!
But the opponent was different. Beyond gear, Tachual matched strength—and overwhelmed.
Rokan had anticipated even this. As the axe bounced, he widened his grip on the handle, bracing for the follow-up.
Chjeeeng!
As expected, Tachual wielded his man-sized greatsword effortlessly, slicing at Rokan’s body at unimaginable speed.
Blocked by the all-steel battle axe, but the impact shook Rokan’s internals, nausea rising.
Yet Rokan charged into Tachual’s guard.
“Dash!”
He’d even used his held-back Dash.
When they were too close to swing, Rokan had already shortened his grip.
“Die!”
“Hmph! Throw.”
But Tachual was no pushover. As Rokan closed inescapably, he hurled the greatsword. Skill-enhanced force barreled toward him.