SWOOSH— WHOOM!
THUD!
Caesar, barely dodging the attack, stepped away from the monster that had just swung at him, agitated and tense.
He breathed heavily, pain pulsing through his abdomen and radiating from the bruised area on his back where he had slammed into the wall.
Across from him, the monster advanced slowly—each step deliberate, its breaths heavy and controlled. Its deadly green eyes locked onto Caesar like a predator savoring the final moment before the kill.
"What the fuck is that?" Caesar muttered to himself.
As Caesar look around from the shock he was in , he saw an immense, shadow-drenched cavern stretched out before him, seemingly endless. Its boundaries were swallowed by suffocating darkness.
Caesar's heavy breaths echoed against the jagged, ancient stone as he gasped in pain from the earlier attack.
Faint light flickered from shattered crystal dust scattered across the ground and the walls.
The unblinking, luminous eyes of the green beast lurking in the gloom remained locked onto Caesar, gazing at him like a predator toying with its prey.
Before Caesar could react further, the monstrous figure lunged, swinging its massive weapon straight at him.
THUD-WHOOOSH!
CRACK!
The wall behind Caesar shattered and split wide open on impact as he barely dodged again. The weapon tore through the ancient stone like paper, sending dust and debris cascading down.
Staggering back from the blast, Caesar's eyes locked onto the creature—its furious gaze burning in the shadowed cavern.
"What fucking creature is that? I haven't seen anything like it."
It was nearly three times his size, a towering brute with mottled green skin stretched tight over bulging muscle. Its glowing green eyes radiated fury, and jagged tusks curled from its snarling, brutish face. In its hands, it held a massive, crude club—splintered and stained, looking capable of crushing stone.
What Caesar didn't know was that the creature was an orc—a being completely unknown in his world. There were no stories, no legends, no records of such a monster anywhere.
The orc raised its heavy weapon once more, letting out a fierce roar as it charged straight at him.
"GRROOOAARGH!"
Caesar turned and ran—but he was slower than he expected, clumsy and unfamiliar with the movements of his new limbs he just transmigrated into.
'This body is small… weak… not developed at all! I need to get away from that monster—now!' Caesar taught, agitated
But the orc was faster and it wasn't going to let him go.
'Shit'
SWOOOOOSH!
By a stroke of luck, Caesar dodged the attack once again
He ran, putting some distance between himself and the monster.
"Fuck… I need to calm down. Focus… Focus, Caesar. Don't think about the pain. Control your breathing, control your blood flow… Manage your energy—stay sharp."
In the blink of an eye, Caesar forced himself to calm down, taking control of his body. His breathing grew steady, each inhale sharp and precise. A surge of newfound energy began to rise from within, wrapping around him like heat from a hidden fire.
"This body…"
But before he could think further, the orc roared and lunged at him once again, relentless in its attack.
WHOOOOSHHHHH!
[Absolute Sense] Caesar Muttered
His mind sharpened instantly. Every nerve, every muscle tuned to razor focus. No hesitation flickered on his face—only cold seriousness and a spark of eager determination as he prepared to meet the onslaught head-on.
Caesar took control of every cell in his body, expertly directing his blood flow to sharpen his perception and enhance his movements with fluid precision. His muscles tightened with focused energy as his pupils dilated, adjusting to the cavern's thick darkness. Shadows became clearer, shapes more defined—his vision sharpening until even the faintest flicker of movement stood out like a beacon.
The world around him seemed to slow down. Every sound and shadow became clear and sharp. The orc's movements stood out more—each step and swing seeming to happen in slow motion—making them easier to see and predict. Time felt stretched, giving Caesar the chance to react before the attacks even came.
GRROOOAARGH—WHOOSH!
The orc let out a fierce roar, raising its heavy, crude weapon and swinging it fast and hard straight at Caesar's head.
Caesar dodged—just barely—slipping past the strike with controlled precision.
"There!" he thought, spotting an opening on the orc's left leg. Its right leg was lifted mid-charge, leaving its stance unbalanced.
Caesar leaped swiftly toward the orc's left leg, aiming to trip it.
'Control your lower body. Use your muscles efficiently. Direct your blood flow,'
he thought to himself, focusing all his energy into his legs to boost his leap.
WHOOSH!
"AARRGGH!!!" Caesar roared, pushing his body to the limit to throw the orc off balance.
THUD!
In an instant, Caesar succeeded—sending the orc stumbling.
The orc fell face-first, its crude weapon flying from its grip.
Caesar spotted the opportunity. Without hesitation, he dashed toward the discarded weapon.
After Grabbing it, he rushed back to the orc.
As the orc struggled to stand, Caesar—holding a weapon nearly a third his size—swung it hard toward the beast's head.
"Use everything. Don't hesitate. Be efficient. Control everything!!"
Caesar's thoughts flashed through his mind as instinct and adrenaline took over his body.
"AAAGGHHHHHHH!!"
"WHOOOOSHHH—THUDD!!!"
A brutal, thunderous thud echoed through the cavern as Caesar hit the orc's head with his club full-force.
The orc was critically wounded, its head smashed. Desperate to fight back, it staggered to its feet, fueled by panic and raw fury.
But Caesar didn't want to risk any more danger. He swung the weapon again and again—relentlessly.
WHOOOOSHHH—THUDD! WHOOOOSHHH—THUDD! GRROOOAAGGH!WHOOOOSHHH—THUDD! GRROOAAGGH!WHOOOOSHHH—THUDD!WHOOOOSHHH—THUDD! GOAAGGH!WHOOOOSHHH—THUDD!GRoaa..—
Then, the orc's head was completely battered. Slowly losing consciousness, it couldn't withstand Caesar's relentless assault. Finally, the orc died before it could even stand again.
Thud.
HUFF… Hufff… Hufff…
Caesar dropped to the knee, the weapon clattering beside him as he breathed heavily—exhausted from pain, fatigue, and the brutal fight he'd just endured.
A bit of dust escaped his lips with each breath, and something stirred in his mind—something unfamiliar, yet oddly familiar. Something he hadn't experienced before, yet somehow knew.
"NATAN" A voice echoed from his memory.
-- Chapter 3 END"