Chief of the Orcs

After a while, Ares opened his status, and a transparent holographic screen appeared before him, displaying his current stats:

— Status —

Level: 25 [90%]

Class: None

HP: 100

MP: 100/100

Strength: 35

Agility: 12

Sense: 8

Intelligence: 10

Fatigue: —

Skill(s): [VOID MANIPULATION]

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Unassigned Points: 10

He had 10 points left from earlier after slaughtering a bunch of lower orcs.

"First, I need to add my points into Strength since we'll be facing something stronger here," Ares muttered under his breath, crossing his arms.

Without hesitation, he allocated five points into Strength, while the remaining five were split between Agility and Sense to maintain balance.

Then, he tilted his head back slightly and spoke in a firm voice, "Let's go."

Ares commanded them to follow, his tone leaving no room for argument. Without hesitation, they walked behind him obediently, like loyal dogs following their master.

"Hurry up!" Ares muttered, feeling uneasy about his surroundings.

Then, immediately, their steps quickened as Ares commanded, and they moved forward deeper into the dungeon. Meanwhile, Ares effortlessly killed all the orcs that got in their way.

Darius and the others pondered what kind of technique Ares was using. They had no clue what he was doing, yet they couldn't tear their eyes away.

As they imagined what kind of skill Ares was using to make his dagger float, their heads felt like they were about to explode from confusion.

"Damn, this kid—how strong is he?" And what kind of skill is he using? Darius thought, his curiosity growing since Ares used the void manipulation.

Ares was getting bored with his Void Manipulation—killing orcs with just a flick of his finger was starting to feel dull.

As the last remaining orc stood in their path, Ares leaped forward in an instant. The team was shocked by his speed, their eyes struggling to keep up with his movements.

"T-This kid… is he really an E-rank?" Gideon mumbled, his eyes widened in disbelief.

After that, Ares leisurely held the Serpent Dagger in his hand. He raised it and gazed at the blade, which reflected his face like a mirror.

His piercing eyes sparkled as he looked at the dagger, treasuring it as if it were his own son.

As they continued walking, with Ares leading at the front, he began to ponder about his class.

Even though he had already reached level 25, his class had yet to appear, making him anxious about when it would finally show up.

He hoped that when it did, he would receive the Assassin class, which best suited his fighting style.

Ares shook his head once, pushing the thought aside to focus on the present. In front of them, another group of orcs had gathered, but they were still too weak to pose a threat to him.

Ares delivered a series of physical attacks—a roundhouse kick, a front kick, and a fatal punch straight to the stomach of an orc.

Just as he was about to land another hit, he swiftly slashed the orc's head off.

As he continued killing them, instead of fear, he felt a surge of joy. His heart pounded with amusement, and a manic laugh escaped his lips, as if his mind was about to explode with excitement.

After gaining a lot of EXP, Ares had finally leveled up.

"That was too fast… I leveled up in an instant," Ares muttered, pulling his dagger out of the cold, lifeless body of an orc.

[LEVEL 25 → 26 ]

He puts it aside for now and focuses solely on killing. His party remains behind him, watching in awe as Ares executes his cool moves. As they gaze at him, they can't help but feel the urge to rejoin the battle, inspired by how smoothly he is taking down the red orcs.

"If he's this powerful, he could join one of the top guilds" Darius whispered, standing over his teammate.

But Ares knew that his strength was still not enough to do something like that at this moment. He still lacked experience in this world and battle. For now, he was just enjoying the fight and leveling up. Once he reached his max level, maybe then he would consider it.

Ares sighs after wiping out the red orcs. They stop for a minute to rest, drinking an elixir to recover their stamina.

As they looked around, their eyes scanning left and right, they saw that the path was filled with blood—orc blood splattered everywhere, and their bodies lay in pieces, missing various parts.

It was a completely one-sided battle.

After a few minutes of rest, they continue deeper into the cave.

Suddenly, the boss appeared, its presence radiating a powerful aura that dominated the surroundings.

A large throne stood at the center, where the Orc King sat upon it. As they narrowed their eyes, a single thought echoed in all of their minds—this is the king!

His army stood by his side, each warrior armed with different weapons, all of which looked capable of piercing through a person's lungs in an instant.

Darius' party swallowed hard, feeling as if this might be their last time seeing the world.

Meanwhile, Ares remained calm, though his eyes burned with intensity.

However, he didn't think this battle would be easy—not against the Orc King.

"Damn, that monster… so he's the one behind why the red orcs keep appearing," Ares sighed, feeling relieved.

He didn't even consider the presence of the other orcs, ignoring them as if they were mere toys to him.

But the orcs began to move as the king raised his hand and pointed at them, signaling the attack.

The red orcs charged forward, their eyes filled with bloodlust, roaring as they rushed at them.

Ares took a deep breath before slashing through them like meat. His body began to relax as he moved, his dagger clashing against the orcs' weapons. However, Ares overwhelmed them, and in an instant, an orc's head was gone.

When Darius' team offered to help, Ares refused—he wanted them all to himself. After hearing this, they remained standing, stunned.

While Ares battled, he was lost in thought, pondering what kind of item could help him. He opened his screen once again, and his GP showed up—a huge amount. Confident that he could find a tool to aid him, he browsed through the system store.

He scrolled through the variety of options, carefully examining each one. Then, within a short time, his eyes widened, and his lips curled in amusement.

"Yeah, this is definitely what can help me," Ares thought before purchasing the sword.

Immediately, the name and details of the sword appeared on his screen:

[SWORD OF THE STORM]

DESCRIPTION → A sword forged from the heart of a thunderstorm. It channels the power of lightning, granting the user incredible speed, making them almost invincible in battle. Each swing unleashes a bolt of lightning, shocking enemies with extra physical damage.

The item cost 5000 GP, but Ares didn't mind the price. Without hesitation, he quickly bought it, and a radiant sword, crackling with lightning, materialized in his hand.

Ping! Pong!

-5000 GP

The silvery blade crackled with lightning, its energy dancing along the edge, while the hilt was wrapped in dark leather, giving it a firm grip. As Ares glanced at it with shimmering eyes, he couldn't help but feel anxious yet excited to discover the sword's true capabilities.

He paused for a second, then suddenly stepped back from the orcs, leaving the party watching in confusion.

Without hesitation, Ares wielded the sword, ready to test its power.