The trolls under his command howled and snarled, their voices filled with bloodthirsty excitement.
At the center of it all, War Troll Guu—the ruler of this region—stood motionless, his grotesque, ghostly face twisted in a half-sneer. His bright yellow pupils gleamed with menace as they briefly flicked toward Sakeer.
But after a mere glance at the human intruder, his focus shifted—
To the Archangel Flame hovering beside him.
Compared to a mere human, a radiant celestial entity like the Archangel Flame was far more intriguing to the troll lord.
"You dare disturb the Great King Guu?"
War Troll Guu's deep, guttural voice rumbled through the air, laced with irritation and contempt.
"Weak human… and that glowing thing beside you."
His massive, clawed hands clenched into fists.
"Weaklings who dare invade my domain—kill them!"
At his command, the three lowest-ranked ogres lunged forward.
Their massive wooden clubs swung overhead as they charged, howling with primal fury.
Sakeer remained expressionless.
"I had hoped for a proper discussion."
His hand lifted in a casual wave.
"But it seems words won't get through to you unless I beat some sense into you first."
Swish!
The Archangel Flame flared its brilliant golden wings and shot forward like a meteor.
As the three ogres swung their massive clubs, it suddenly ascended—
Dodging them effortlessly.
The brute creatures froze in confusion, their empty eyes staring blankly at the sky where the archangel now hovered.
Now!
A blazing streak of light plunged downward—
The Archangel Flame struck first.
Descending like a falling star, its flaming sword came crashing down on one ogre's head.
The brute had no time to react.
Slash!
The fiery blade sliced through its thick neck like a scythe through wheat.
Burst!
The severed head flew, and a spray of scarlet blood erupted into the air.
Ding!
[XP Gained: 356]
"ROAR!"
The remaining two ogres didn't even flinch at their companion's death.
Instead, they howled, raising their massive clubs and swinging them down simultaneously toward the Archangel Flame.
Boom! Boom!
The powerful strikes landed cleanly, sending a shockwave of force rippling outward.
But—
The Archangel Flame barely moved.
It drifted backward slightly—
But its silver-white armor remained pristine, without a single scratch.
Though these ogres were clearly stronger than common ones, they were nothing compared to the Archangel Flame, who was already Level 21 and specialized in defense.
In mere moments—
The battle was over.
With two more clean, merciless strikes, the remaining ogres fell.
Their massive bodies collapsed to the ground, thick blood pooling around their corpses.
The stench of fresh blood merged with the already putrid air of the jungle, creating an overwhelming stench of death.
Ding!
[XP Gained: 362]
[XP Gained: 377]
[XP Slot: 2918/30,000]
"Odorless."
Sakeer muttered to himself as he stepped forward, activating a light spell that shimmered faintly around him.
It instantly cleansed him of any lingering odors and blocked out the surrounding stench.
His gaze swept across the battlefield.
"Farming you for experience is easy enough," he said casually, his tone indifferent.
"But I'm not the type to mindlessly slaughter without reason."
He slowly rolled his wrist, and from beneath the loose folds of his priest's robe, an iron sword gleamed in his right hand.
"Besides, if I wipe you all out, the Eastern Great Forest of Tob will lose its natural deterrent."
His fingers tapped lightly against the hilt.
"That might cause an even bigger riot later. What a headache."
Then, his gaze lifted—
Meeting the trolls' eyes with a calm yet commanding presence.
"So…"
Sakeer walked forward, stepping beneath the Archangel Flame, his voice steady as he made his offer:
"Why don't you all just surrender to me?"
"..."
The air instantly grew still.
Even the trolls—notorious for their low intelligence—were momentarily stunned.
For several seconds, no one spoke.
Then—
"Grahaha!"
"Gragrahahaha!"
A wave of booming laughter erupted from the trolls.
Their guttural voices mixed together in a chaotic, mocking chorus.
"Did you hear what he just said?"
"A puny human actually thinks we would surrender?"
"The weak ones are getting arrogant!"
"I say we eat him, hahaha!"
Their derisive laughter filled the air, echoing across the battlefield.
To them, the fight so far had been mere entertainment, nothing more than a brief distraction from their dull lives in the jungle.
And the loudest of them all—
Was War Troll Guu.
"Interesting."
The towering WarTroll planted his greatsword into the ground with a thunderous clang.
His massive arms crossed over his broad chest, his grotesque face twisted into an amused sneer.
"This human is far more entertaining than the weaklings I've captured before."
His eyes gleamed with excitement—
Then his expression darkened, his voice turning into a roar of fury:
"You ignorant, lowly creature!!"
The force of his voice sent a shockwave through the air, shaking the very ground beneath them.
"You dare speak to the Great King Guu like that!?"
His muscles tensed, and his clawed fingers twitched with bloodlust.
"You think killing a few weak ogres means you understand the gap between us!?"
A sadistic grin spread across his face.
"Capture this arrogant fool!"
"I want to hear his screams—I want to break him apart piece by piece and devour him!"
"Grahaha!"
With a chorus of laughter, the trolls lurched forward, their thick, muscular arms flexing with brutal strength.
The first to move was a massive troll, its black-and-green skin glistening as its muscles bulged.
It rushed forward eagerly, its massive feet stomping the earth with thunderous force.
Boom! Boom!
The ground shook violently beneath its weight.
Its bloodshot eyes locked onto Sakeer.
Its fangs gleamed with hunger.
"Human! Human! I'm going to tear you apart!"
"And the shiny one too!"
Drool dripped from its open jaws as it lunged—
Faster than an ogre, more agile than its massive size suggested.
In just a few strides—
The troll was upon him.
And it pounced.
In the face of sheer, unrestrained brute force.
Sakeer shifted effortlessly to his left, narrowly avoiding the troll's reckless pounce. In the same motion, his iron sword lashed out—
Poof!
The blade sliced through the troll's right chest, tearing through its tough hide. An eerie force rippled across the wound—
Causing the flesh to split apart, the edges peeling back unnaturally, revealing the raw muscle beneath.
A gruesome, gaping wound.
Effect of "Weapon Extra Specialization"!
The troll's momentum carried it forward uncontrollably. It stumbled mid-air, crashing headfirst into the ground before rolling to a stop.
Bang!
A faint crack rang out.
Sakeer glanced at his sword—just in time to see a single drop of blood trickle down the blade before it shattered.
Click!
Cracks spread like spiderwebs across the metal—
Then, in an instant, the sword disintegrated into countless fragments, clattering to the ground.
Sakeer sighed, staring at the broken hilt in his hand.
"Good thing I made some money back in the Imperial Capital."
He shook his head.
"Otherwise, even a 'gold-ranked' adventurer wouldn't be able to afford this level of weapon consumption."
From behind him, the injured troll groaned, shaking its head as it rose to its feet.
Its grotesque wound—
Was already closing.
Before Sakeer's eyes, the torn flesh knit itself back together at a speed visible to the naked eye.
By the time the troll was fully upright, its chest bore only a faint scar where the gash had been moments ago.
"Heh. That little scratch won't do anything to us!"
"Hah! I knew he was just another arrogant fool!"
"Oh? Looks like his weapon broke too—how unfortunate! Gragrahahaha!"
The surrounding trolls burst into laughter once again, their mocking voices filling the air.
"Die!!"
The injured troll's already hideous face twisted with fury.
It lunged again—
Arms outstretched, claws bared.
However—
As soon as it took two steps, its face suddenly contorted in pain.
Its massive body trembled violently.
Then, without warning—
It collapsed.
Poof!
The troll crashed into the dirt with a dull thud, sending dust billowing into the air.
Hearing the commotion behind him, Sakeer sidestepped slightly—
Letting the troll's lifeless body slump right at his feet.
Ding!
[XP Gained: 596]
With a flick of his wrist, he waved away the dust.
Then, pressing his foot against the dead troll's head, he turned his attention forward.
His voice was calm.
"Now, can we talk, War Troll Guu?"
"!!??"
The trolls who had been laughing just moments ago froze.
Their expressions shifted from amusement to pure disbelief.
They gawked at the lifeless corpse at Sakeer's feet.
"W-What just happened?"
"That was… magic?!"
A mixture of fear and rage flickered across War Troll Guu's grotesque face. His lips curled back, revealing his jagged teeth.
"You used some kind of trick, didn't you, human?!"
Sakeer let out a soft chuckle.
With a snap of his fingers—
A brand-new iron sword materialized in his hand.
He twirled it effortlessly before resting it on his shoulder.
"No tricks. Just the power of death itself."
He pointed the blade at the fallen troll.
"Your regenerative abilities are impressive—but completely useless against me."
He took a deliberate step forward.
"Even the smallest cut—no matter how insignificant—means death."
His voice was steady, almost nonchalant.
"It's not a matter of power."
"It's simply a difference in strength."
"If you can resist it, you live."
"If you can't, you die."
A slow smirk formed at the corner of his lips.
"Unfortunately for you—you neither have the patience for learning curses nor the resistance to death magic."
His eyes gleamed.
"You're not even as tough as that troll back in the capital."
Casually, he shrugged, swinging the iron sword once before resting it at his side.
A wave of fear spread through the gathered trolls.
Their once confident, mocking expressions crumbled into unease.
Many instinctively took a step back, their bodies stiff with tension.
For the first time—
They realized this human was something far beyond their understanding.
But War Troll Guu did not falter.
Instead, his fury erupted.
"Enough!"
He reached for the heavy sword buried in the ground—
With a deafening clang, he ripped it free.
"I don't care what kind of magic you use!"
His voice boomed like thunder.
"I'll crush you myself, human!"
With a mighty roar, he charged—
The ground quaked beneath his massive strides as he barreled straight toward Sakeer.
Sakeer sigh.
A trace of amusement flickered in his gaze.
"A pig with a brain the size of a walnut."
Then—
Buzz—
A wave of magic pulsed from his body.
"All-Race Charm!"
An invisible force rippled outward, instantly ensnaring the charging troll.
The moment it reached War Troll Guu—
His massive body stiffened.
His charge halted mid-stride.
A vacant look settled over his face.
His mind was completely entranced.
Sakeer stepped forward—
Locking eyes with the trolls still standing near the cave entrance, their bodies tense with fear.
His voice was calm—commanding.
"You lot—gather every ogre in this forest."
The trolls hesitated.
They exchanged uneasy glances, their faces twisting with both hostility and fear.
Yet none dared make a move.
Sakeer sighed.
Without a word, he turned—
And gently patted War Troll Guu's shoulder.
A flicker of light passed through the War Troll'sclouded eyes.
His mouth opened—
And in a deep, hypnotized voice, he roared his orders.
The remaining trolls flinched.
They looked at each other again, but this time—
They obeyed.
One by one, they turned, vanishing into the forest depths to carry out their task.
End of Chapter