The Record of Orc Civilization

Chapter 364: Ira

Hansen’s loud grunt echoed after several tens of seconds of "rocking" the poor girl’s body. His head spun as if he were on a ship, but the pelvic thrusts he anticipated did not occur. The reality was that with every mili his hips moved, he was getting closer to releasing his seed. In the end, Hansen’s face only grew redder as he tried to hold his breath to prevent a premature climax.

An inexplicable sense of pity arose in the girl’s heart.

Suddenly, the room they were in shook violently. Some pebbles fell from the ceiling, and the girl, who had been contemplating while staring at the roof, widened her eyes. An alarm of danger blared in her mind, but her body was so weak that she could no longer move. The girl attempted to groan, but her throat was so dry that it hurt to open it.

Hansen, still lost in his illusion, felt the intense vibrations were due to his godly technique. The girl’s moans were proof that he was truly "rocking" her world. His eyes became more ferocious, and his head spun forcefully. His hips? Still frozen, moving only a mili at a time.

"Arrggghhh!!!" Hansen groaned loudly as if his soul were being taken. He was convinced that his seed was flooding the girl’s womb at this moment, but in reality, it was just a trickle. Limp, Hansen fell, bearing the weight on the poor girl, causing her to groan in pain.

"Hehehe... do you like it? Do you want more? Hahaha, unfortunately, you’re just a wretched whore unworthy of having me. But you can still remember this night with me for the rest of your pathetic life! HAHAHA..." Hansen laughed with irregular breaths. He truly looked like someone who had just been drowned, making the poor girl wonder if Hansen was really a mage or not. Though she was unfamiliar with them, the poor girl knew that mages were the strongest beings on the continent.

"Da...nger..." the poor girl tried to warn Hansen to get them out of this room. The rubble was increasing, and the room they were in shook more violently. The poor girl didn’t know what was happening, but she believed that if she stayed in this place, she would be buried alive with this pathetic bastard.

"What did you say? Danger? Heh... that’s true, slut! I am a danger! Hahahaha... my dick is already registered as a lethal weapon, you know! Hahahaha... if I use it irresponsibly, then I don’t know how many girls will become my slave! HAHAHAHAHA," Unfortunately, the warning the poor girl tried to convey was misinterpreted by the delusional pathetic bastard.

As if the world had had enough of Hansen’s boasting, a chunk of rock fell from the ceiling and hit his head hard. Hansen, not using a protective spell, suffered significant damage, enough to bring him back to awareness of his surroundings.

"What?!" stunned by the sudden attack, Hansen looked up at the roof and saw a crack in the stone. Currently, they were in an underground room designated for mages. The presence of mages is challenging to conceal, so if they were on the surface, other mages could detect the position of this camp from the Mana aura within the mage’s body.

This is also why they didn’t use barrier spells or camouflage spells to cover this camp. Slave traders feared that mages would sense their presence, especially at this time when the Bog Forest was used as a supply route for the war on the front lines.

"Fuck! What happened? Is this an earthquake? No... there’s no earthquake in the Bog Forest. Are mutated animals attacking? No... we’ve used scent-masking powder; no mutated animal will approach this place. Are we being attacked by mages? Shit!" at that moment, Hansen realized that the vibrations came from the Mana explosion of a mage’s spell. From this explosion, Hansen could estimate that not only one mage was attacking, but their constellation level was also quite high.

Hearing Hansen’s analysis, the poor girl nodded inwardly. Although Hansen was a pathetic bastard, at least he still had the knowledge and analysis of a mage. Hope began to emerge in the girl’s heart to escape the fate of being buried alive in this room. However, what Hansen did next quickly shattered that hope.

"Shit! I have to get out of here," hastily, Hansen chanted spells on his body, and his mage robe hanging quickly adorned him. As if not noticing anyone else in the room, Hansen hurriedly opened the bedroom door and ran out.

"Wa...it...he...lp..." Before those words could escape the poor girl’s mouth, Hansen was already out of sight. Despair began to haunt her, and the debris from the roof filled her vision. The tears that she thought had dried up once again moistened her cheeks.

’This is how my life will end?’ staring at falling debris that was increasingly obscuring her vision and the cracks in the roof that were getting bigger. The poor girl knew her time was approaching. Only regret emerged in her heart and cursed the world that had given her a life full of suffering.

She is just an ordinary village girl who dreams of meeting a handsome prince in the city. With her beauty, this poor girl hopes to attract the hearts of rich men in the city. She innocently ran away from home, running away from her destiny as a farmer. She was the flower of the village, all the men in the village wanted to marry her, but her heart was too proud to accept a peasant. She wants to marry a handsome nobleman like the one who once came to their village.

But what she found after that was only suffering after suffering. Starting from being raped by a gang of thugs at night. Even though she struggled and begged, the animals did not stop. Until morning came, her tired naked body lay helpless on the side of the road. She tried to ask for help from the guards but what happened was that she was raped again by those she considered to be common folk protectors.

Naïve, that’s how she was.

The poor girl finally understood that she had no abilities other than her beauty. And unfortunately, this beauty only brought disaster to her. Before she could tear her face off, she was sold by a bastard who said he loved her. Until finally she felt the true ugliness and brutality that humans are capable of.

"Why...me..."

The question that had always been ringing in her heart finally came out of her mouth. The question made her realize that death wasn’t so bad after all. The poor girl closed her eyes waiting for her suffering to end. She only hoped that in her next life, she would no longer suffer, but unfortunately, she again heard Hansen’s pathetic voice from a distance.

"Ah? Who are you? Where do you come from? Wow... you are so beautiful~ are you also a slave? Hehehe... who owns you, little girl? I assure you that nothing can satisfy you anymore after one night with me~ hehehe... do you want to see what’s inside my pants? My dick is already registered as a lethal weapon, you know! Hahahaha..."

*Slash!

"Ah? What... what... what are you doing? How... how did my pants suddenly come off?"

"Is this a lethal weapon? Then what does my husband have? A mass destruction weapon?" A woman’s melodious and beautiful voice could be heard, filled with question marks as if genuinely curious about the answers. It made the poor girl’s closed eyes flutter.

"What... what... what..."

*Stab!

"Argh!!!"

"Ah? How could I miss it? Well... *slash! Hmm... At least his head isn’t as tiny as his... you know. Pinky size? Well..."

*Bruk!

After the sound of the fallen body, the footsteps filled the corridor leading to this room. Despite the falling debris and the world still feeling shaky, for some reason, only the sound of those footsteps filled the ears of the poor girl.

The footsteps drew closer until they finally stopped right next to the girl’s prone body, waiting for the inevitable. The poor girl slowly opened her heavy eyes, a sense of fear in her heart if what she would see next was just more suffering. There was a desire to quickly bite her tongue and stop the agony. However, she was too weak and cowardly to muster the courage to do that.

But it wasn’t regret that she found when her eyes opened. Even hundreds of years later, this poor girl would feel that the decision to open her eyes was the right decision of her lifetime.

Right in front of her eyes was a beautiful woman like an angel. She had silver hair that seemed to flutter due to a blue aura enveloping her body. Her red eyes stared intensely at her, full of emotions that were difficult for her to describe. However, the poor girl was sure that there was a sense of joy emanating from those eyes, joy without any hint of malicious intent behind it. Unlike the animal eyes that had been staring at her with ugly desire all this time, the poor girl felt calm sinking into those eyes.

"What is your name?" said the beautiful woman with the melodious voice she had heard earlier.

"I...i...ra..." she said hesitantly.

"Ira... Ira, would you like to become my sister?" With that confusing question, a beautiful smile blossomed on the extraordinarily beautiful silver-haired woman’s face. Like hypnotized, Ira could only nod her tired and stiff head.