Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 368 Abnormal Orcs

Everyone was speechless, along with even Outimbe.

Amid the tense silence, Lyrian exclaimed, "We won't be completing the quest, since that means your village will have to pay us 20 gold coins. To me, it seems like that would destroy the village that the quest was created to save in the first place. So... instead of the quest, we will kill those Orcs without any paperwork."

As soon as Lyrian said this, he stepped down from the stone platform and began walking toward the exit of the hut.

The crowd felt a feeling of immense relief wash over them. Not only because Lyrian told them his true motive behind his scary statement from before, but mostly because they were ensured to be protected.

Lyrian neared the door as the crowd quickly made way for him.

At this moment, Kaio spoke to Outimbe, "He doesn't look it or seemingly even wants to show it, but that kid has a heart of gold, don't you think?"

Outimbe looked back at Lyrian, "Gold? His heart can't possibly be described by such rubbish." He inhaled a deep breath.

"I'll be indebted to that man until the day I die." He solemnly swore.

"Outimbe! Come outside!" Lyrian suddenly shouted as he walked out through the parting crowd that made way for him.

As Outimbe jogged behind him, Rothis quickly questioned, "Hey! Where are you going!?"

Lyrian retorted, "I'll be back in a moment! It will be impossible to have a conversation here like this."

With this, Lyrian waited until Outimbe had made it outside of the hut.

As the chief did, Lyrian grabbed him by the back of his shirt and jumped up into the trees.

"Ahhh!" Outimbe screamed, startled and shocked by the boy's sudden action.

The crowd gasped, and some laughed. They hadn't seen the manly chief yell like that since he was only a wee boy.

Hopping from one tree to another, he quickly disappeared from sight, along with Outimbe.

"Boy! Why do you pick me up like this!? I can jump through trees on my own, you know!?"

Lyrian looked back at Outimbe as he continued moving, "It will be faster this way." He faced forward again, his expression determined.

Outimbe gazed in astonishment, and even awe at the boy's face.

'Who is this kid? He isn't normal at all...'

Rothis laughed as he jogged out alongside Outimbe.

Looking up at the trees he exclaimed, "That guy is on another level of insane!"

Kaio followed Rothis and the other two adventurers outside, saying, "Ahh~ To be young... but then again, I wasn't even that crazy even when I was young. Only really different types of people are like that... those who pave new paths, you see." He rhetorically spoke.

"Huh? What the crap are you talking about old man?" Rothis teased.

Lyrian soon arrived at a wide branch of a fairly large tree and sat the panting Outimbe down against the trunk.

Kneeling down on one knee, he faced him. "So, tell me everything that you know."

"Wh-what?" Outimbe suddenly felt as though he was being interrogated for a crime or something.

"About the Orcs... what do you want me to do with them?"

"Ah... right," Outimbe replied, gathering his thoughts before replying to the serious young man.

"This village has been getting attacked by these orcs as of recent. For the past month, they have slowly begun to attack more and more. Many times they even take kids and some young adults."

'What? The Orc's are capturing people? I wouldn't question them killing, hunting, and eating, but these beasts would have no reason to capture unless provoked by an outside source.' Lyrian mused confusedly but decided to let Outimbe continue.

"Keep in mind, young Lord... these Orc are not normal! Not by any stretch of the imagination. I have lived for a lot longer than you and can tell you that no Orc has ever captured someone in my presence. They are powerful as well... mysterious in number, and blessed with an abnormal strength. It so horrible that even thinking about it sends chills down my spine, as if their power is evil."

'Evil? What does that mean? How can power possibly be evil? Is it not just power? Such a thing shouldn't be able to adhere to good and bad qualities on its own.'

"They live close to here actually... a cave near the ground. Their leader is one of the Domain Alphas, but I have yet to see him."

"Domain Alpha? What is that?" Lyrian questioned on hearing this new term.

"Oh, right, you are new here so you must have never heard of such a term.?Well, you see, there are plots of land designated as domains that powerful creatures rule over. A territory of sorts. Each domain, which can stretch from 10 to 1000 square miles, has one Domain Alpha, which commands ownership over it."

"I see..." Lyrian said, thinking to himself, 'These weird orcs... perhaps their leader is what is causing this disturbance in the city. If so, taking him out will complete my mission.'

Lyrian stood up, facing the forest, 'It is rare for such unintelligent creatures to hunt and kidnap people in the inner cities such as Hogolsworth without getting caught. However... if they can capture them for some reason out here, then there is no denying that they might have a way to do so within the walls as well.'

"Alright, is there anyone else you want to tell me?" As Lyrian asked this, Outimbe looked to the side.

He stammered a little, as though he didn't want to speak, "Uh... well. No, that is all I suppose." The old man's words drifted off.

Lyrian furrowed his brows, slightly puzzled.

At that moment, Outimbe murmured to himself under his breath, "I shouldn't even hint at that possibility..."

To Lyrian, this felt like what he heard from Hyst's father when he first met the Von Haven family.

"Alright then..."

With this, Lyrian returned with Outimbe to the hut where the citizens of the village were gathered around.

As he did, he dropped off the old man and addressed his adventurer mates.

"Let's go hunt those Orcs now! I'll tell you about the information that I learned from Outimbe on the way, just follow my lead!" He ordered. contemporary romance

For some reason, this small kid's words felt as though they came from a stern captain of sorts.

Rothis couldn't help but shout, "Yes sir"!

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