Chapter Sixty - I Don't Give a Sh*t!

Locke was angry, well, angry was not the right word, Locke was furious. The reason was simple, the Orc in front of him had shown an intense disregard for the well-being of others, he had no great motivation, no real reason to hate humans, no need to kill humans to survive or anything like that, hte Orcs were causing all that confusion, fighting alongside the cultists, breaking people's peace, destroying families and killing children simply because they wanted to fight someone strong.

All because of the damn war-addicted demon they called god.

The banality of all the destruction caused by the Orcs made Locke angry, it was unfair, very unfair, to know that kids would grow up without their parents because a bunch of green clowns wanted to play wrestling, such a futile reason.

It had been a while since Locke realized that he had a problem with anger, his outbursts of fury sometimes made him lose the control of himself and act on his instincts, he thought this was a problem he would need to resolve in the future, though that it would be very complicated to explain this to a psychologist or therapist, but this time Locke acted differently, he accepted the anger he felt, he embrace it.

Strangely enough, as he accepted the feeling of fury that are burning in his chest, his reason did not go away, as his anger bubbled and his mana raged, Locke felt himself in control, in a way he's never felt before, his instincts and his mind were becoming one and his dragon body responded to that.

[Due to the host status a skill was successfully created!]

[Dragon Rage - When the user's rage mixes with his own intent, his body strength and mana ill be intensify! The rage state causes stamina expenditure to be ignored and all abilities gain double the power! Mana recovery with double speed and the mana power becomes stronger! When the rage state passes the user will feel the rebound!]

Locke looked at the Orcs with rage and contempt, they continued to smile like excited clowns, crazy with anticipation for the coming fight, happy for the battle of epic proportions they thought they would have, unfortunately for them, this was not going to be a fight, this was going to be a massacre.

Locke did not roar, his face remained cold and serious, he disappeared from his starting position, he appeared next to one of the smiling Orcs, his fist moved like a ray of black light and sank into the green giant's chest, piercing his protective gear, Locke's claws sank into his chest and he squeezed his heart.

The Orc had a surprised expression on his face, he saw Locke pull something from his chest and turn his back, letting something fall to the ground, Locke then started to move to the next Orc, The orc looked at the thing on the ground without understanding, he could not move his own body and his vision slowly darkened, when his eyes could no longer see anything he finally understood what it was on the floor, a heart, his heart.

The other orcs' expressions got confused, they didn't understand how one of their own falls so easily, Locke wasn't that strong the first time they fought, but it filled them even more with emotion.

"Look, are you all still excited? Do you want to see something funny? Want to have fun? Let's have some fun!" Lockre spoked, black electricity ran through his body to the hammer he held, mimicking a famous movie hero Locke Jumped into the air, he dove down using the thrust of his wings and hit the hammer hard on the ground, the magic abilities of the the hammer amplified the impact and created shock waves, and the black lightning followed the impact, forming a huge electrical explosion, the power are so intense that the hammer shattered and a black thunder rose from the ground to the skies.

A few orcs tried to run from the impact zone, but the power was greater than they'd expected, they were swept away as electricity streaked through their bodies, sending them rolling across the destroyed asphalt.

Even Vargu was affected by the attack, his combat armor shone like a beacon as he tried to stay in place, but he ended up being dragged by the impact and thrown against the side of a building, breaking the wall of the building and falling inside, he got up. unharmed, the smile on his face had taken on an appearance of pain. "That was amazing!" he said.

Locke let go of the broken hammer handle, his entire draconic body was enveloped by his black mana, which consumed the air as if it were alive, Locke grabbed one of the nearby Orcs by the foot and lifted him easily, the Orc's body was paralyzed by electricity, but he still had that smile on his face.

"Are you having fun?" Locke queried, still holding the Orc's foot he pulled with all his strength. That ten-foot-long body moving like a toy, Locke lifted it over his own head and smashed the orc against the ground hard. "Is this funny?" he repeated the move, smashing the Orc in the ground again. "Still having fun?" he smash again several times.

"ARE!" Smash.

"YOU!" Smash.

"HAVING!" Smash.

"FUN?" Smash.

Even the Orc's sturdy body it started to crack under the fury of the movements and the Orc lost consciousness, but Locke didn't stop, not until the other Orcs rose and only a leg remained in his hand.

"So what? Are you all having fun? That's what you want, right? To die a good death?" Locke, showed the severed leg he was holding. "Did he have a good death?" Locke questioned the Orcs around, the smiles were still there but some eyes were wide open, some could sense that there was something wrong with the creature in front of them.

Vergu looked around at his soldiers, he could see that some were getting scared, fear was taboo for the Orcs, falling against a mighty enemy allowed they direct passage to paradise, but fearing death would lead them straight to hell. "What are you doing? Kill him!"

The Orcs screamed and beat themselves in the chest, they ran to Locke swinging their weapons. The first Orc who got close enough had an ax in his hand, one whose a powerful sharpening that could cut almost anything, but Locke stopped his attack by holding the Orc arm, the orc's strength was no match for his, he opened his mouth and blew black flames directly into the Orc face.

The Orc dropped the ax and started hitting himself in the face as he screamed, but the flames didn't seem to want to go out, and soon the Orc's hands started to burn too, Locke dug his claws into the Orc's back and drained his spirity, recovering the mana he had expended, he then tossed the dead Orc aside as if he were just a piece of old rag.

The other Orcs didn't miss a chance to attack, one of them launched his spear aiming at Locke's back, but Locke's tail moved nimbly and wrapped around the spear, Locke made a strong movement with his tail and threw the spear back, nailing it in the right eye of the Orc.

Locke didn't wait any longer for the Orcs to come to him, he rushed at them with his bestial fury, his wings gave him momentum and he launched himself at one of the Orcs, his claws slashed the air and ripped the Orc's neck, making its head fly through the air, and Locke didn't stop there.

His movements were strange, he moved like a beast, a beast that had achieved mastery of the martial path. Since the day Locke enabled the systems training function, he had been training rigorously every day, and his father's martial arts were engraved in his soul.

Locke's entire body was like a sharp weapon, from the tip of his tail, which resembled a blade, to his wings, which were thick and sharp-pointed, his claws moved violently and he spat flames and other magic throughout the mouth, every move was one Orc less, Locke was like a beast in a herd of sheep and the green blood was starting to fill the streets.

It was at this point that the first Orc hesitated, the smile on his face was gone and he realized that his heart was pounding violently, his stomach was cold and his mouth was dry, it was a feeling he had never gotten used to, he felt fear.

He wasn't the only one, at some point all the Orcs began to realize that their numbers were dwindling too fast, a few minutes had passed and their number had dropped to almost half, and none of them had even managed to hit an attack on their enemy.

Could this even be considered a fight?

"What's your problem? Why did you stop attacking?" Vergu yelled, he pushed the Orc closer to him violently. "This is the chance we wanted! That's what our tribe has lived for until now! Why are you scared?"

"It's their instinct!" Locke replied, making Vergu turn to him. "Your men are finally listening to their instincts, I'm not the kind of thing to face! I'm the kind of thing that should make you run and hide! The kind of thing that keeps you up at night!"

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!" Vergu laughed. "You really think you're powerful! Do you think you're the first powerful monster we've had to face? YOU ARE NOT! We've already hunted beings dozens of times stronger than you, the sharp fang tibe isn't afraid of anything!"

"Are you sure? If you're not afraid, answer me, why are you the only one who hasn't tried to face me yet?" Locke's question caused Vergu to raise an eyebrow in surprise, the Orcs around him looked at him with expressions of doubt and disbelief.

"What? Don't be stupid! I'm just waiting for the chance to launch the best attack! All of you stop acting like cowards and fight! Surround him and attack together!" Vergu yelled angrily, the other Orcs turned to Locke and started attacking again, heading straight for the slaughtering, Vergu continued back, he couldn't stop thinking about Locke's words, he really hadn't attacked since the beginning of battle, from the moment Locke released that shockwave and lightning he had stayed behind as his men attacked and he had seen each of them die in a single move made by Locke.

Locke was right, Vergu could feel it deep in his skull, something primordial inside him was screaming at him that this was no longer the same enemy he had encountered that night, this wasn't just someone strong and powerful they could defeat if they worked together, this was a predator, a powerful and violent beast, something that can and will slaughter his men easily, something that made his heart fear, and he couldn't accept it.

Vergu roared, he activated every magic item the cultists had given him at once, every one of them. His old body swelled up like a balloon as magic lights lit up all over his body, the tonfas in his arms turned incandescent, glowing orange like the sun with all the magic and he ran, his image flickering and fading as he moved towards the front. 'I'm not scared!' he yelled to himself in his mind. 'I'll kill you! I'll stuff your head and make an armor out of your scales!' he was getting closer and closer to Locke, he prepared the two tonfas for a deadly cross attack, his eyes met Locke's.

Locke's eyes lit up and he disappeared from the spot, Vergu's blow hit the void, he looked around in disbelief looking for Locke's figure when he felt something beneath him, a series of black symbols ascended on the ground and everything exploded.

The explosion was intense, Vergu's magic armor lit up even more trying to block the damage but the explosion was cruel, he felt an intense pain in his legs and clenched his teeth tightly as his body was thrown back, he rolled over on the ground, his ears were ringing with the noise and he was confused, his eyes looked around not understanding the situation, he could see his men being slaughtered in front of him, their bodies were blown to pieces.

Locke had stopped holding back, he was using all of himself, every Orc he killed there made his experience grow like crazy, and his strength was increasing visibly, the Orcs no longer offered him the slightest danger.

Vergu tried to get up, which he managed with great difficulty, his legs torn as if they had been passed through a meat grinder and his special armor was all cracked, his Orc regeneration should take care of these wounds but something was strange, he could feel that that black mana had contaminated his wounds, which not only were not healing but were being devoured from inside, that mana was like a deadly poison consuming his life.

"Men! Regroup!" He screamed, but no one seemed to hear his call, Black explosions consumed his men, sharp spears made of shadows pierced their bodies, lightning struck their heads, their heads were cut off by a claw, Locke was going full steam ahead, he grabbed a couple of Orcs and used the Spirit Drain to regain his own mana.

At last everything went silent, he looked around to see that none of his men were standing, some bodies had been reduced to pieces of flesh and others had been burned to non-existence.

"...eheheheHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!!!" Vergu laughed. "That it! That's what a legendary battle is! We fight a dragon and die with pride! We are the greatest! The Sharp Fang Tribe is the bravest! Can you see, Dragon? Can you feel the honor of fighting with your life on the line? My god will be very pleased!" He spread both arms wide, ready for the last fight of his life, the tonfas in his arms glowing. "Come to me! Let's fight like two warriors! Come put your neck to the test!"

Locke appeared behind Vergu and made no ceremony, his claw went deep into the Orc's back, coming out from the front of his chest, the orc's mouth filled with green blood as he looked down in disbelief, the claws had cut through the armor like if it were made of paper.

"I don't give a shit!" Vergu's body burst into black flames.

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Chapter 60 Extra - Characters!

2. Tia Driscoll

The abused fairy! I must confess she is my favorite character! I created her because I wanted to make a joke about the fate of fairies being always presented as playful and innocent creatures!

Well, Tia is playful and childish, but she's nothing innocent!

Tia doesn't know much about herself, just how the little she and Locke managed to recover from his father's records. She thinks Locke's father created her, she was created through a fragment of the Origin, the power of the God of creation, so she has the power to use vital energy to create anything.

She still doesn't have the ability to fight on her own, although she has a strong desire to indulge in the pleasures of a unbridled good destruction, she has found that she can derail and kill that will in the video game world. Now she harasses Locke so he can a new consoles for her, she is especially interested in a certain console that is already in its fifth edition.

Tia's 'core' is in Locke, so even if her physical form is completely destroyed she can rebuild herself, she can also change her own form, she is currently about three feet tall, but she wants to be as large enough to be able to do... 'things'.

Tia spent years seeing the world through Locke's eyes, she saw all the hardships he went through and everything he had to face, she felt his feelings and his emotions, she was there for all his memories.

She can act immature at times, but can also be serious when necessary, she has a habit of giving nicknames to all the new people she meets, for some strange reason she never gave Locke a nickname, although sometimes she calls him Dumbass, stupid and stuff like that...

Tial is a Spirit Dragon's fairy, a mixture of fairy and a dragon, she is more faithful to her draconic nature than Locke, as a dragon she is not ashamed to give in to her own pride and selfishness, satisfying her three desires whenever she feels like it, she eats well and with gusto, although she doesn't need to eat, she sleeps a lot, even if she doesn't need to sleep and... well... she hasn't fulfilled her third wish yet, but It's good for Locke to keep his eyes open!

One secret she keeps from Locke is that they can still share sensations, visions and emotions, and every time he had his 'alone time' with Hanna the fairy took a peek.

If I have to describe Tia's current appearance, imagine a girl about three feet tall, but shaped like a grown woman, a mini woman, her hair is long and straight, completely white and pure. Her skin is clear and smooth, her waist is thin and her breasts are average in size but perfectly round and pretty, her body is anatomically proportional and she can be considered a unique beauty.

She now has four horns, two on each side of her head, small conical horns that grow right behind her ears and extending upwards, her eyes are the same golden color as Locke's and her clothes change a lot, although she tends to copy Hanna's gothic look, because she knows it messes with Locke.

She has two wings that protrude from the base of her hips, two beautiful wings like an angel's, although she has a sharp spike in the wing folds, just like Locke's wings, but unlike his wings hers are covered in white feathers with the same coler her hair, she also has a tail, which extends from her coccyx in a few centimeters, her tail is covered with tiny feathers with the tip having a larger fluff.