Chapter 11
The men stood above them.
All three women were kneeling on the grass, heads lowered, shoulders stiff, guilty in posture if not in spirit.
“G-Guild Master,” Mina whispered urgently, “you should at least look remorseful…”
“I am though?” Sonia replied casually, hands folded, lips curled into a grin she very clearly wasn’t trying to hide.
“You’re smiling!” Keila hissed.
“I smile when I reflect on my life choices.”
“Y-you know you could be reported for this!” Mina added, flustered.
“Hey! Are you even listening!?” one of the men snapped.
“Yeah! This is serious! You could get in huge trouble for this, you know!”
The men continued scolding them, voices overlapping. Half embarrassed, half indignant.
From a short distance away, I watched the scene unfold, arms loosely crossed, thoroughly entertained.
…Women being the ones caught peeping.
Back in my world, this would’ve gone very differently.
It felt surreal. Almost absurd.
Amusing, yet strangely educational.
As for why the men were here in the first place…
—
Three hours earlier.
“…Where are they?”
I hovered lazily above the forest canopy, invisible, drifting through the air like a bored ghost.
“If only the system had a minimap.”
[Map feature locked.]
[Unlocks at Level 3.]
“…Of course it is.”
With no other choice, I began manually patrolling the perimeter, gliding through trees and foliage in spectator mode, phasing through branches and stone with ease.
That was when,
“KYAAAAH!!”
I froze.
“…That’s not good.”
Without hesitation, I surged toward the scream, slipping through dense vegetation as if it wasn’t even there.
I burst into a clearing
“K-Kyle!!”
“Go! I’ll hold them off!”
“We can’t leave you!”
“They won’t just kill you! they’ll violate you!”
“Ugh! Why would you say it like that!?”
The scene before me was chaos.
Two men stood back, weapons shaking in their hands.
On the front.
Kyle, one of the few men in this world who genuinely carried himself like a fighter. Stood battered but firm, blade drawn.
He looked like a real man from my previous world.
I can see we'll get along well.
Surrounding him were female orcs.
Their bodies were massive, thick with corded muscle layered beneath dark, swamp-green skin. Scars crossed their torsos like old trophies. Their armor was crude. Bone, iron scraps, leather. But it barely mattered. They didn’t need protection.
Each step they took pressed deep into the soil, cracking roots beneath their weight.
One rolled his shoulders.
Another sniffed the air.
Hungry.
11 of them.
No, 12.
Including their chief.
I clenched my jaw.
I don’t have offensive skills.
Everything I had was either for intimidation… or escape.
“…But I do have one thing.”
Something offensive, to the eyes.
“Please work…”
I dropped spectator mode.
Then
Astral Form.
Astral Glow.
Light erupted.
Not scattered.
Not wild.
Over the days I’d idled around, I’d learned to redirect it.
Focus it.
I raised my hands toward the orcs.
The men behind me gasped.
The forest flooded with blinding radiance, brighter than noon, sharper than dawn.
The orcs howled.
“GRAAA!!”
One by one, they panicked, shielding their eyes, stumbling backward.
Pure white light flooded the space like a miniature sun being born.
The men cried out, shielding their eyes.
The orcs screamed.
Seven of them staggered back instantly, clutching their faces, roaring in pain as they turned and fled, crashing blindly through the forest.
But,
Not all of them.
But
“…Damn it.”
The veterans remained.
And their chief.
They only seem to see this as some sort of stimuli, to awaken their battle instincts.
Even half-blinded, they advanced, snarling.
The chief raised his massive war axe,
SWOOSH!
The war axe tore through the air.
The force alone knocked the men backward.
The blade passed straight through my neck.
Wind screamed.
Silence followed.
The Chief froze.
I realized it the same time he did.
…It didn’t work.
Confusion flickered across his face.
Then fury.
“KRAAAAK!”
The command boomed across the clearing.
The remaining orcs turned toward the men
They sprinted to their direction
Each step shook like a minor quake
Like a stamped ready to trample
Kyle stood in front, his battered body ready to fight.
He knows his chances are slim but his eyes didn't waver and resolved to die.
"Alright, let's rumble tiny!"
Soon the Orc at the front lunged at him, raising its axe ready to deliver a massive blow.
The two men called out in panic, realizing what would happen.
"Kyle! Don't..!—"
Just then,
SPLAT.
Light split the world.
A horn gleamed through the glare.
“MINJUN!!”
“SPLAT.”
The sound was wet.
Heavy.
Final.
“!”
From the treeline
MINJUN.
The men looked adaze at Minjun's Sudden appearance.
Kyle realized they're finally safe, his knees collapsed.
"Kyle..!"
The men caught his fall.
"Don't worry, we're safe.."
As they looked at the surreal scene in front of them.
The unicorn charged.
Not gracefully.
Not gently.
It was brutal.
Hooves crushed bone.
The unicorn descended like judgment.
Hooves struck flesh. Bodies collapsed before they could even scream. Each movement was precise, merciless, almost beautiful in its inevitability.
So this Orcs are the Unicorns worst enemy, with impure minds and quite possibly a history of violating men.
No wonder the Unicorn went berserk at the sight of non-virgins..
Maybe I should really keep my chastity..
I shuddered in fear at the sight in front of me As one orc fell.
Then another.
Blood sprayed across the dirt as Minjun trampled through them like a force of nature.
I just now realized how much of a threat Minjun would really be if I didn't purify it.
Now I knew why the beastkin were tense when seeing it.
Now, soon enough.
Only the chief remained.
The light behind him illuminated Minjun’s towering form. Mane glowing, eyes blazing.
Majestic.
Terrifying.
The orc chief hesitated.
“…Kraak.”
A low groan escaped him.
A sound that said this isn’t worth it.
He glared at us one last time,
Then turned to flee.
"..."
A beat of silence.
Well, there's no point chasing after it if I don't have any overpowered offensive skills.
But if I ever encounter another Poke— I mean companion, I just hope I would inherit some offensive skills.
Just when I finally decided to give up
FWOOOOOM.
A concentrated beam of light pierced straight through his chest.
The orc collapsed mid-step.
I blinked.
“…You can do that?”
Minjun snorted proudly.
Why didn’t I get that skill?
With the threat gone, I let the glow fade, returning to my normal form.
The forest fell quiet.
"Are you alright boys?"
"..."
They seemed to still be adazed and have not woken up from it yet.
They looked battered, I guess I should take them to the only place of healing.
The recently discovered pond the system implemented to heal only my Companions.
If it works on them, then it would certainly be of use to these guys.
…And that was how we ended up here.
—
Back in the present, the unicorn stood nearby, chest puffed out.
The men stared at it.
The women still knelt guilty.
Sonia finally sighed contentedly.
“…Worth it.”
“GUILD MASTER!!”
And just like that, peace returned to Wilheim.
In the strangest way possible.
"Well it's just one thing after another."
