FFF-Class Trashero Chapter 14

Chapter 14

“… Yikes, look at me being all distracted.”
I got the feeling I knew why people got addicted to voyeurism. The muscular Orc’s technique wasn’t anything to joke about. What lay before me was the volcanic eruption of sexual frustration of a male-only race, namely Orcs. The moans and cries of the cowering Elf added an extra level of intensity to it all, to the extent that I felt sorry about interfering, but…
Crash-!
I slashed through the logs of the cabin and charged in. Now, while the Orc chieftain was unarmed and focused on the Elf’s buttocks, was the perfect opportunity to assassinate it.
“KuKu-?!”
The startled face of a black pig greeted me. However, the Orc chieftain’s Level of 387 wasn’t for show. Just as Alex had the other day, the Orc’s response was extremely fast due to its superior physique despite having noticed late the surprise attack—it grabbed the iron sword which had been placed nearby and swung it at me.
Slash-
However, there wasn’t so much as the clashing noise of metals. This was the difference from the time with Alex.
Elemental Sword Endymion was on a different league compared to a 0.3mm mechanical pencil. To compare them was blasphemy in of itself.
Splatter-!
The Orc chieftain’s green blood dyed the inside of the cabin, but I didn’t stop—the wound was shallow. I didn’t feel the blade cut bone.
Elemental Sword Endymion’s cutting ability was outstanding without a doubt, but it wasn’t to the extent of being able to cut a Level 387 Orc’s bone like air.
“GuGu!”
“VuVu!”
The other Orcs, surprised by the sound of a pig being murdered in the cabin, came rushing over. I had wanted to deal with the matter quietly, but I wasn’t able to exhibit the skill at my prime which had been perfect enough as to massacre my companions in one breath in the 1st Playthrough.
Low Skill ranks, Level, physical ability, equipment… The reason for my failure was rather mixed. The need to grow stronger than I was now grew ever more pressing.
“Become my EXP!”
I ignored the Orcs coming at me from behind. A Level 300 Sorcerer’s attack was somewhat threatening, but it couldn’t be compared to the chieftain who could recover from its wounds in no time. I kept my eyes fixed on the Orc before me.
Grip.
Taking one heavy step forward with my right foot while pressing down on the big toe, at the same time I threw out my right arm and stabbed Endymion at my opponent’s heart.
“TuTu…!”
The Orc chieftain retreated in an attempt to dodge, but ended up tripping over with a crash. Unsightly though it may have been, it had certainly managed to evade my decisive stab.
‘But what are you gonna do next?’
Someone who had fallen down couldn’t do anything.
“Kyak?!”
Correction: there was one thing.
The Orc chieftain grabbed the slender ankle of the Elf whom it had been sharing intimacy with and pulled her before itself. Having seen through its simple thoughts, a wry smile escaped my lips.
“Taking a hostage?”
“FuFu.”
Humans and Elves were hardly different appearance-wise. The majority of Elves could be easily distinguished by the shape of their ears, but Orcs distinguished between the two races by their sense of smell. But here was where the misunderstanding lay: I didn’t smell like a human as I had covered myself in Orc blood. The pretty Elf’s body odor unique to her race had also become faint after having skinship with an Orc.
In short, the Orc thought the Elf and I were kin. Still, it knew how to use its head pretty well for an Orc.
Prrk-
But that was all it was capable of.
Elemental Sword Endymion’s sharp sword point pierced the elegant chest of the Elf, digging deeply through the bruise and wound-covered skin.
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Prrk-!
And penetrating through her back, the sword impaled the Orc behind her as well.
“Gu…?”
Sword lodged in its throat, the Orc chieftain looked at me with eyes full of puzzlement. Apparently, it had previously had some fun with this method. However…
“Hostages don’t work against me.”
Any ties in this fantasy world was no different than dirt to me. I wasn’t curious in something like the circumstances of an Elf who ended up in an Orc colony.
“Th-, thank y-…”
The Elf thanked me right before she breathed her last. It seemed her partner hadn’t at all been to her liking.
I was a little thankful to her too.
▷Race: Elf
▷Level: 892
▷Job: Tamer(Taming→EXP↑)
▷Skills: Breeding(S) Taming(A) Empathy(B) Foraging(C) Elementalism(D)…
▷Status: Cursed, Sprained, Fatigued
The Levels of the Elves I was coming across these days were all formidable. And they gave loads of EXP.
Around this time in the 1st Playthrough, I had gotten a savage beating from Alex and was spiritlessly going about the royal palace, not even aware that precious chunks of EXP were leaving the world even then.
This is why information is important.
‘Was it just a coincidence?’
This Tamer was somehow similar to the Elf I had kissed back in the black market. Pretty Elf, around Level 800, cursed by a demon. There were a whole three commonalities between now and then. Although I had poked my nose into all kinds of places in the 1st Playthrough, I didn’t have information regarding these kinds of characters who died early.
“Hm… well, whatever.”
I had still busted the Demon King’s ass well enough even without knowing. Then it’s fine, isn’t it? Digging into secrets would only get me involved in troublesome matters and have my time stolen.
My adventure was all that mattered.
“Yali yali yalasung, yalali yala~