An Alcoholic, Womanizing, Racist Gets Isekai’d Into a Woke Fantasy

Chapter 1

Maro was pissed off, he found himself floating in an empty, timeless, void of black space. He had been conscious in this "world" for either an eternity or for half a second, he couldn't tell. He was floating around as a ball of pure light, he couldn't control anything and he couldn't even tell if he was moving… Surprisingly, Maro wasn't even angry at the fact that he was a floating ball of light, Anger was just the last emotion he felt prior to arriving here and it persisted. Was he going to be Angry for eternity or was he already angry for thousands of years?

Confused, he was piecing together the final moments of his life before he was brought here. He remembered yelling at someone and running across the street, he couldn't exactly remember why… he just felt a cold and hateful anger. 

As he was pondering his immediate past, he took another glance around him, somehow he could look around despite being a wispy, ethereal figure. Maro didn't understand why he was being so casual about being a ball of light, the thought of possibly pondering this for eternity brought his attention back to his past.

Maro was born to a military Family, one of many sons, in fact his family could confirm their warrior heritage at least 6 generations in the past. He was proud… proud of his heritage, proud of his family and proud of his country. He himself served in the Japanese Defence Forces as soon as he could and then did a couple years with the Special Forces Group, he retired from the military and went on to make a lot of money working for a Japanese/American Private Military Contractor. Maro eventually aged out of doing the physical operations and became a small sales partner at a big Weapons developer back home, due to his experience. 

This line of work was not conducive to a stable, family having lifestyle. Maro was a Workaholic, Alcoholic and a perpetual Playboy, by the time he did have a "regular" office job, he was too used to his habits. Besides, he never got pressured by his parents to have kids since he couldn't even remember how many brothers he had or whether he was the youngest or oldest one. Being a spirit of light, or whatever the hell he was, was really messing with his memory. He did remember what brands of liquor, wine and beer were his favourite and he definitely remembered the kind of women he liked. 

Reminiscing, hundreds of women he had relations with flashed in his memory… His list was extensive to say the least. A lot of big beautiful boobs and shapely thick butts that he remembered, if he had to choose though, he was definitely an ass man. A plump, fit, shapely behind never failed to make him feel better, in fact he just remembered that he was with an extremely beautiful and expensive escort before he died.

Shit… it was coming back to him now, he was a racist. Outside of Japan, he wasn't racist, he worked with everyone, had relations with many foreign women and drank international brands. When he was home though, it just rubbed him the wrong way when foreigners didn't respect his societies rules and cultural norms, he never misbehaved or disrespected any culture when he was abroad. 

Maro had just left the fancy hotel of his expensive escort and decided to walk to a bar a couple of blocks over to drink until he fell asleep but his thoughts of Japanese Whiskey were interrupted by some migrants who were drunkenly yelling at every woman walking by while breaking beer bottles on the sidewalk. Maro was pissed off, he immediately started to cross the street while yelling at the migrants to go back to their country and then he was hit and killed by a drunk driver… who also happened to be a migrant.

No wonder Maro was fuming in the void of the afterlife… goddamn migrants ruined everything, even got him killed. At the very least, he was slightly drunk and had just slept with one of the most beautiful women he was ever with. Kimiko, which wasn't her real name but damn she was fine, nice rack, fine ass and she was a former olympic athlete, he regretted not staying with her the entire night. If he knew he was gonna die he would have spent his life savings on a night with Kimiko and the finest Alcohol he could afford, Maro wouldn't have been as pissed off at the whole migrant situation then.

Ah but such is life, he had enjoyed it to the fullest, experienced some of the most extreme adrenaline-inducing military operations, he had drunk entire bars dry with his friends and experienced many beautiful women in his lifetime, enough to make popstars and famous athletes jealous… however he felt a slight sadness at the lack of his own family. It's too bad, if polygamy was legal, he probably would have had a harem of wives and a multitude of children.

His mind drifted back to time, somehow as a ball of light time was like an abstract principle it was extremely hard to grasp or measure even a second for some reason, the harder he tried the less he got it. As his mind was trying to unravel the mystery of wherever he was, an angelic voice pierced his thoughts.

"That's because time doesn't exist in the void" 

Maro was trying to look at who said that, she sounded sexy, he needed to take a look.

"I'm not in the void, you can't see me… this is just a place holder realm before we reincarnate "special" souls into other realms, either as a reward or a punishment. And, guess why you are here."

Shit, Maro was trying to talk but he didn't have a mouth, he assumed he was going to get punished, He had killed a lot of people and participated in a lot of operations that if the public was made aware of, he was sure to get governments into trouble. Also he was an alcoholic and a womanizer… and he was a racist.

"I am sad you can't talk because listening to your thoughts, it's a bit disgusting, you are a deeply disturbed individual. And, you are right, you are going to be punished"

Before the deity continued, his immediate thoughts went right to being punished by a sexy, powerful deity wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't a top tier kink for him, but he had paid strong powerful women in the past to have their way with him before, at least this time he didn't have to spend money.

"I can't spend a second longer reading your thoughts, I don't even know why your soul is considered special… but I do have an idea for a fitting punishment, you are going to be sent to the most woke and liberal magical fantasy world I can think of, hopefully you can change for the better or just die permanently."

In his emotional and mental clarity from being a ball of light, the only thing he could think of was 'God damn migrants did this'

Chapter 2

In a flash of light Maro phased into existence, it felt like he had a huge headache as all his senses came back at the same time, like he was just hit with a flashbang grenade. He had a bit of trouble processing everything, but as his mind was catching up to his senses, his training kicked into gear. He immediately tried to grasp his surroundings, he was in the middle of a forest, the thick treeline prevented his vision of the sun, it was daytime but he was unsure of what time exactly. It smelled and sounded like a regular forest and he couldn't hear anything larger than small forest animals, for the moment he was safe. 

He wondered how he ended up in leather sandals and a cheap linen shirt/pants, it was extremely comfortable but not sturdy enough for survival, he had to eventually replace them but he was grateful he wasn't naked, night time would have been difficult being cold. 

Maro was a survival expert, he had trekked weeks at a time, in the most inhospitable terrain in the world from Deserts, Jungles, Mountains, Arctic and even swamps to get to his mission targets. A regular old forest wasn't going to challenge his survival skills, he decided to get his bearings in order so he started to climb the nearest tree… 

"Damn"

He was too heavy to get to the top branches and he couldn't see more than 100 meters in any direction due to how thick the canopy was, but he did catch a glimpse of a running stream and water was his priority currently. After climbing down and drinking some water, he started walking up stream towards the source. Whatever the hell a woke fantasy world was, the deity implied it was populated and everyone needed water, a lake was a good spot to run into other living beings.

Along his walk up the stream, he picked up a nice and heavy walking stick, worst case scenario if he ran into anything, he would bludgeon it to death. He felt physically amazing, better than he had in years, but he was a bit worried about his physical strength as he remembered being middle aged, he wasn't planning on any direct engagements any time soon.

However as he walked up the stream he found that the stream was coming from a small lake. Maro looked down at the still water and nearly had a heart attack, he was young, no liver damage young… he looked to be about his 18 year old self. He seemed taller, more muscular and more handsome than he remembered. He had a full head of black hair again but it was cut really short somehow, he would definitely grow it out as much as he could.

"Nice" he thought outloud, no liver damage, he could drink alcohol without worry again… what if this world had no alcohol, now that would truly be a punishment, worst case scenario he would figure out to brew it himself, he thought. Voices interrupted his thoughts, quickly he hid underneath the roots of a giant tree, looking at where the sounds were coming from.

The voices were high pitched, fast talking and guttural like. Maro was dumbfounded at what came out of the bushes, 2 green monster things. They were less than a metre tall, had long crooked noses, ears and teeth… They wore what looked like rabbit fur loin cloths and a simple linen shirt. Maro could only assume that these were goblins, he decided to wait a bit and see if anyone else would show up, the goblins had a bucket in each hand, they were here to fill up on some water, which meant their village wasn't too far away.

As the goblins put the buckets down, he saw that they each had long knives on their hips. He needed them, Maro was a master at hand to hand and Knife combat, if he had those knives his ability to defend himself and survive would go up measurably. He decided to wait until the goblins had their hands full with buckets of water before he would strike.

As the goblins were too busy yelling at each other while sploshing half the water out of the buckets, he quietly snuck up from behind with his bludgeoning stick, wound up his swing…and caved in the first goblins head. It immediately died.

[5 experience points gained]

What the hell was that, but due to his training, that distraction was quickly ignored and he proceeded to bash the second goblin's head in. small and weak creatures… pathetic… truly evil and disgusting beings. 

[5 experience points gained]

Again, what the hell is this, a small notice popped up again in the periphery of his vision and went away just as fast. His first thoughts went straight to 'fuck, this better not be some nerdy magical isekai world' and his second thought went to 'actually, maybe it could be one where I have a harem of beautiful women'

He looted the goblins, tucked one of his knives in the back of his pants and pulled his shirt over it to conceal it and he put the other knife on his side for easy access. The knives were definitely not modern steel made to perfection by precise machinery, they were crude, unbalanced iron knives, but they would do the trick for now.

Aside from their clothes, knives and buckets, the goblins did not have much. He found a little sack of dried mystery meat and a small but weighty coin purse with what looked to be copper coins. There was just a crude image of a crown on one side and a castle on the other, there must be some sort of city or town around here, he took the meat and coins and decided to go down the path the goblins came.

Before he left, he stabbed the lungs and guts of the goblins and threw them in the lake. This way once the bodies started getting bloated with gas they wouldn't float to the surface. He didn't think he really needed to but he didn't want to leave evidence out of habit.

Chapter 3

Maro was confused, the goblins came from the direction of a small village that looked like it was run by humans. At least the one guard by the gates was human, he circled around and approached the village from the opposite direction, not wanting to be associated with the direction of the goblins.

It was as dainty as dainty could get, all it had was what looked like an Inn, a large barracks and a bunch of tents. The buildings were within the crude wall, most tents were outside. As he was walking in, he noticed a myriad of races; Humans, Dwarves, gnomes, orcs, a couple Elves, a couple trolls, various types of beastmen and… Goblins…

Maro gulped, did he just commit double murder? He assumed Goblins were evil and were kill on sight, but he forgot this was a "utopia" where everyone got along… damnit… Maro tucked the knife on his hip under his shirt and then did the same with the coin purse. Maro needed to grab some sort of information regarding this world fast, before he accidentally murdered someone else. 

It was a couple hours before sun set, when he entered the Inn. It looked a lot worse on the inside then on the outside, the smell was absolutely pungent, it reeked of sweat and shit. Loud and rowdy… Orcs and Goblins on the left, beastmen in the middle and the Human looking races on the right. Despite the wonderful utopia where everyone got along, Maro couldn't help but laugh at the self segregation of the races, the tension was clear.

But Maro was comfortable, he'd been in way more tense situations before, where multiple armed groups were within arms reach of each other trying to negotiate a flimsy ceasefire. This was a Tuesday night for him, he put on his Intelligence Ops hat and went to see how much a drink would cost here.

Turns out it was incredibly cheap out here, this was just a semi-permanent logging village and 95% of the people here were loggers, either as employees or contractors. The sack of copper coins he got from the Goblins was enough to drink, eat and sleep at the Inn for 6 months almost. And the best way to gather information was through drinking. Finally! The beer was cheap and strong, not a bad combo. He was determined to give his brand new pristine liver a work out. 

The Innkeeper was one wide dwarf, he looked monstrously strong, I guess he had to be to keep the rowdiness in check… His name was Kadrin. With his thick, greying facial hair, he kind of looked like a barhouse Santa Clause, he had to pay Kadrin a week upfront of his stay to get him talking, but talk, he did.

Within two beers, he had a basic rundown of the nation, day to day ongoings and opportunities around the logging village. 

Some Hero, long time ago, had a mixed race party that killed a random demon lord. After killing the Demon, he had enough clout to create a new kingdom called the unity kingdom in the demon lords vast territory and enshrined equality for all races in this new kingdom. After the hero died, the Kingdom was run by a council of Stewards, one Steward was appointed by every major race and they co-ruled.

It took one generation for things to start falling apart, Bandits operated all across the kingdom, territories in the periphery started splitting off due to racial tensions, crime was horrendous, business integrity was non-existent and this ultimately led to constant conflict and small-scale battles. Despite this the Kingdom was still the largest country and had the biggest influence in the continent. 

As for local operations, this was just a simple logging camp on the south east of the country. Nothing going on except for work, to supply wood/income for some local Goblin lord. Anyone could join up as long as you could swing an axe, Maro decided to drink and gather information for a couple more days prior to deciding on what to do.

Chapter 4

"Please Help!!! my son's are missing!!!"

Maro woke up to the screams of a woman, actually everyone in the inn woke up. He heard goblin merchants yelling back from the windows in the inn, telling her to shut up. 

No hangover, amazing, this new body and its constitution were much better than his old one. Being in a good mood, he decided he would try to see if it was worth it to help her. 

As he dressed and went downstairs, Kadrin was trying to console the Human women in the only way Dwarve's could, by telling her some Dwarven story about rocks and children. As she sobbed even harder, she turned to look at Maro coming down the stairs.

…Wow, despite her plain dress, he saw that she was mid-thirties, fair skin, auburn hair, brown eyes and a massive rack. He would definitely help her, as he approached he said "My Lady, I heard that your kids were missing, I have experience finding people, can I help you?"

"Please" she replied between sobs. 

He took her to one of the tables and found himself rubbing her back while he waited for her to compose herself. 

"I'm sorry" She said, "my sons were my everything and they disappeared last night, I don't know what to do"

Maro genuinely wanted to help her but at the same time his 18 year old body was driven by sin, he crossed his legs.

"Tell me everything and leave out no details" Maro said, with his hand still on her back.

As Patricia recounted everything, Maro's heart sank deeper and deeper into his chest, he started to sweat but due to his experience he managed to keep his composure…

Lork and Grak were goblins, who were adopted by Patricia when they were young. Their original village was raided by Bandits, who either killed their parents or took them as slaves. Patricia had come across them, took them in and raised them. Goblins grew fast so they were physically adults and already working around the camp after 6 months with her. All together, she raised them for just over a year .

The last she knew of their whereabouts was that Lork and Grak were set to go into the forest to set some traps for small game and grab some water for their cabin. 

…His heart was absolutely pounding, he murdered orphaned children, looted their corpses and then desecrated the bodies by stabbing them a bunch. He couldn't deal with this sober.

"Kadrin, 2 beers please!"

Kadrin gave him a look and Maro motioned him to go get them.

While Patricia was talking non stop about her orphaned goblin children, Maro chugged his beer asap. Before Patricia could say anything else.

"My Lady, please go home. I will go look for clues at their last whereabouts. Sometimes the hardest thing to do is nothing at all, I promise I'll have an update for you by tomorrow."

Patricia, intermittently sobbing, agreed and went home.

"Young man, I sincerely thank you"

 At least this way, he was in charge of investigating himself. 

"Good Riddance, those Goblins were spawned from the devil itself. Patricia's life will only be better with them gone, all those 2 did were steal and cause Patricia grief" Kadrin exclaimed when it was safe to talk.

Confused, Maro inquired further.

Kadrin spat on the floor, "Not just them, all goblins… fucking thieves and opportunistic criminals the lot of them"

As Maro was sipping his second beer slowly, he gestured to Kadrin for 2 more beers and handed one of them to him. Ah, alcohol, the best information gathering tool there was. 

Kadrin went on a huge anti-goblin tirade, Maro gave him a cheers after every racist comment he made, which made Kadrin like him more. He heard, "Green fucking shit stain" a lot to describe them, and a bunch of swear words in Dwarvish he couldn't understand. 

But he did confirm with Kadrin that his feelings were relatively common amongst a good chunk of the "Order" races which consisted of Humans, Gnomes and Dwarves. Also he warned me that the capital enforced anti civil-unrest laws due to all the internal conflict going on, so saying this stuff aloud would start trouble. So a lot of people hid how they felt. 

There wasn't really an opposing faction, just savages and useless "inbred" morons. Orcs, goblins, trolls and some accompanying smaller races were just referred to as savages. Orcs didn't really owe anyone allegiance, they just operated as per their base desires and barely had a functional structure outside of Biggest and Strongest is the boss. Goblins were a little more devious and for them it was who can stab the most people in the back to get to the top. Trolls were trolls, brain dead giants standing at 4 meters tall, easily manipulatable by anyone but scary, fierce and territorial. 

Beastmen were smarter but their animal side really made their instincts take over for any critical thought and they weren't united. Beastmen tribes were extremely aggressive to each other, they only saw themselves as competition for resources and food. For the most part they didn't kill each other around towns and were even able to work around each other but if an Owlman walked into a Wolfman camp, he would die as soon as he was discovered. 

Oh man, Kadrin lost his shit on the Elves. They lived for thousands of years, so they were extremely aloof and unreliable. A lunch break to an elf could last 50 years, they couldn't do conventional work, sometimes an elf could get distracted by a herd of herbivores and just follow them around for generations before they came back home. They also didn't become adults, until they were around 1500 years old, despite physically being adults around the same time humans were. 

There was also one time, thousands of years ago, Elves and Dwarves had a defence pact and when the Dwarves were invaded by an Orcish horde, the Elves arrived with a paltry force, 100 years after the war was over. Dwarf territory was pushed back to their mountains and their underground cities, they have held a grudge since and even in the utopia refuse to conduct business with elves directly.

Demons also existed, but were rare, they had been hunted down long ago by the ancient Hero. As the Demon lords of old didn;t discriminate, they took territory and lives of all who did not submit to serve. 

Before he knew it the morning workers were up and getting ready to head to the worksite and the various merchants were setting up their wares outside. 

Maro was a bit tipsy, but he decided to walk it off and head towards the scene of the crime. Inheriting Kadrin's racism for goblins, he felt a lot less conflicted. As lead investigator of this mission, it was his duty to fake evidence to get the trail pointed away from him. 

Chapter 5

Contemplating life on his walk, Maro decided he would stay on the path of a warrior but with a little more focus on having some fun. With the security conscious nature of his work and his need for security clearance, he never really had a chance to do anything for himself aside from enjoying alcohol and the company of women. And when he was a kid, all he did was train for his family's legacy. His youth was a mix of Wilderness survival training, Mixed Martial Arts, Archery, Kendo, Fencing and as soon as he hit 18 he enlisted.

Who knows what his new life had in store for him, he hadn't seen magic yet but he knew it was real from how everyone at the logging camp talked. Anyone capable in magic usually was in high demand for their skills and stayed in major cities and their magic academies. 

He didn't really care about magic, shooting fireballs and lightning wasn't really appealing to him… but his mind wandered and he hoped there was some magic to summon Succubi and Alcohol. Have a big party anytime he wants… as he was picturing what a Succubus would look like if it even existed, he came across the spot where he killed the goblin brothers.

He did a quick look around, he didn't find anything that led back to him. He figured he would just chill in the forest and then bring back one of the knives as proof they died, in the morning. 

Maro found a perfect spot to lay down by the lake, it was like Mother Nature made it just for him. Covered so he was hidden from anyone unless they were in the tree right above him, nice breeze from the lake, the sky clear and sunny. He basically passed out as soon as he laid down, he never had trouble sleeping anywhere, one of the most important skills he had to train.

Hysterical screeching woke him up right away, it was just past mid day now, he must have slept at least an hour or so.

He absorbed as much information he could with the sound, 2 people screeching and 2 people grunting, 4 people total. A couple hundred meters away, it was safe to get up and look around. Due to the forest cover, he couldn't see anyone and they couldn't see him. 

With the racket they were making he managed to climb a tree right above a small clearing where the noise was coming from. 

Perfect, he found his main suspect and he can come back a hero.

Man, some egalitarian utopia this was… stupid deity… what he saw was absolutely disgusting. 

A huge dark green/brown orc, standing at 2 meters tall, was accompanied by 3 butt ugly goblins. Looks like 2 of the goblins were the screeching victims.

 The orc had a loincloth on that hid nothing, he tried not to look at the green genitals swinging around. His partner was one of the goblins, who was greedily smiling as the other 2 goblins were whimpering as they were tied together on the ground. 

Under the instruction of the goblin, the orc used his logging axe to hack a limb off at a time from the goblins and then they would eat it raw, to keep it as fresh as possible. 

After the orc ate the meat of one of the legs, he tossed the bones to the goblin who would crush them open and eat the marrow. 

While the 2 victims were whimpering and screaming, the lead goblin planned out loud.

"Fresh meat is the best, for sure for sure for sure.. But next we should eat Beast man or regular man, cow man is super delicious"

The Orc grunted "Cow man too hard to kill, bigger than me… Human is easy and super tasty"

"If we can't find a baby cow man, lets go for human"

The orc grunted in approval. 

Maro wondered how many people they killed, at this point the tied up goblins were dead and the other duo was busy burping and throwing leftover bones in the lake… He felt weird that they both had the same goblin disposal methods. 

The afternoon was ending and Maro was perfecting his plan to strike, as he was waiting patiently for an opening to make a move, the cannibalistic duo decided to take a nap right under the cover of his tree.

Maro laughed to himself, 4 murders would definitely make him a serial killer.

He jumped on top of the Orc impaling his skull with the iron knife, killing the 2 meter muscle monster instantly.

[250 experience points gained]

[System unlocked]

[Level up, you are level 1, please select a class]

I guess leveling up makes sense if you get experience per kill, Maro thought as he took the dagger from his back and thrust the knife through the goblin's heart and stuck it to the tree behind. Woah goblins are super soft…

[25 experience points gained]

As the notifications flickered through his periphery, he wondered how to access this "System" and pick a class. 

 Chapter 6

Turns out all you need to do is think about it, super intuitive, this must be related to magic.

It looked like an rpg character sheet opened up in his mind, it asked him to confirm his base class based on his experience...

Hmm limited selection, Human Warrior it is haha, he thought to himself.

[Warrior selected]

Boom, he immediately felt a bit taller and a lot stronger. Damn what is this drug, he glanced at his stat screen.

Big Increases to his Health, Strength and Stamina… ooh he also got a perk

[Warrior Legacy - You were born and bred to be a Warrior, you have an innate bonus over all melee weapons. You have increased experience gain with every melee kill. Your extensive training increases your damage mitigation and increases the capability of your offensive skills]

With 0 reference as to how much his perk increased his abilities, he just saw it as a generic bonus. But what caught his attention was the mention of Skills, just as he thought it, a skills tab showed up. He only had 2 abilities, I guess it's fair for a level 1 warrior.

[Bloodrush - Blood surges through your body. Your reaction speed is faster, You attack faster, your attacks are stronger. You become hyper focused, pain is partially ignored. Lasts until Stamina is depleted or Cancelled]

Hmmm…. hmmmm … nice, and the second one. 

[Vanguard Charge - You are the first to engage in combat and last to leave. Your movement speed vastly increases as you rush towards your opponent, doing increased damage upon impact, cannot be used to run away]

Hmmm, man these were really aggressive abilities. In his old life, the entire goal was to always maximize efficiency and take as little damage as possible to keep on to the next fight. With no healing abilities he had to be careful before using them. But adapting to new situations as they arise, was what he was trained for. 

While he was zoned out checking his new skills and attributes out, he remembered he was standing in a clearing with 4 dead people… are Orcs and Goblins considered people? Who cares, he had his primary suspects. 

Aside from the axe and the loincloth the Orc had nothing else on him, meanwhile the goblin in charge must have been doing this a lot because he had another sack of copper coins on him, a couple coins were even Silver. The silver coins had the same castle and then a picture of some woman on the other side, either royalty or some goddess they worshipped… Maybe it was the deity that punished him.

Did all goblins carry this much cash on their person at all times? If they're stealing and murdering for it, maybe it was moral to kill them and take their money? He was ninety nine percent over killing the Two orphaned children. 

He decided to leave the scene as is, in case they wanted to verify his story.

He was going to take a drink from the lake before heading back, but remembering there were at least four rotting goblins in the vicinity, he would savour the thought of Kadrin's shitty, slightly colder than room temperature beer.

As he looked into the lake, he was shocked, he didn't really look 18 anymore. The transformation was significant, he looked like he gained almost 10 cm of height, almost 190 cm tall he was closer to Orc size now. He also looked like he gained 20 pounds of muscle to fill out his new form.

His linen clothes he came here with, looked like hand me downs. His midriff was exposed because the shirt was too short, the shoulders and arms were incredibly tight in the linen shirt as well. His god damn pants barely covered his calves now…and his sandals… his toes went over the edge and were touching the dirt… 

He whistled at himself at how sexy he looked now, took a quick look down his pants and had a big smile. Proportional growth… maybe his penis would never stop growing as long as he kept getting stronger… The thought made him laugh out loud. 

Orcs used larger axes than humans, so he was expecting to put in a bit of effort to lift it up but ended up being able to swing the axe with one hand. Hahaha, what the hell is this? It's so easy to get strong in this world.

Maro didn't realize that it was his decades of martial experience and physical conditioning that affected the outcome of his level up.

With a smile on his face, axe over his shoulder and a pocket full of cash, he whistled his way back to the inn. Stumbling across cannibals was a very fortunate outcome, thankfully the guards were too lazy to investigate missing goblins. Another good day in the life of Maro.

It was near the end of the evening rush at kadrin's place, and everyone was staring at the tall human wearing children's clothes… Kadrin almost didn't recognize him, but Kadrin was the first to realize what happened. He quickly pulled him into the kitchen. 

"If I wasn't over 300 years old, I would not have believed it… Which damn god did you pray to, to unlock a class, and such strong results too, maybe I could try too"

Kadrin was still looking him up and down, mainly up though as Kadrin was a Dwarf.

"Definitely wasn't a Dirty Green Goblin god, hahaha"

Kadrin spit on his floor again and then laughed his butt off

Apparently, unlocking a class was extremely rare and difficult to do, only a fraction of a fraction of the population would ever get a prompt and it would be after years and years of study and practice. Having a perk was even rarer, it meant complete devotion to your class. Less than 1% of people who got a class inherited a perk.

Kadrin let his staff take over the rest of the service and he brought 2 beers to a small table in the back. 

Impatiently, Kadrin asked what went down with his level up and his investigation. As Maro recounted his day, Kadrin looked absolutely ecstatic, didn't even say 'green fucking shit stain" once. 

"You know what you did, you killed Gron, the biggest asshole Orc around here I have ever met, just blatantly takes stuff and no one confronts him cause he kills you and then says it was an Orcish honor duel. The goblin though, I can't tell those ugly fucks apart and both Orcs and Goblins resort to cannablism when they are even mildly hungry. They would eat us too but, at least that's still not allowed"

Focusing on the Honor duels "How come Gron wasn't arrested or chased out for killing people under the pretense of a duel"

"Its enshrined into law by the council…fucking dumb ass Orc "tradition", first of all Orcs have no honor, they fight whenever they feel like it. And two, only they can challenge, no other race can challenge someone to an honor duel to the death due to Cultural appropriation"

Kadrin continued after taking a long gulp of beer

"Mostly they just fight whoever is in their vicinity when they get angry and that usually happens to other Orcs and Goblins as they intermingle in Tribes. Weird dynamic they have, Goblins are devious and smarter than Orcs, always trying to manipulate them, but they still have to be careful as there have been many instances of Orcs ripping a Goblins head off at the smallest slight"

"So if anyone asks, just claim he attacked you and no one will give it a second thought"

"Kadrin, thank you for the info, I am on my way to the mother of Goblins to update her" Maro gave Kadrin a wink as he made a 'big boobs' gesture on his chest.

Kadrin laughed, snorted and spit on the floor.

Maro felt bad for whoever cleaned the floors, but then again, quickly glancing at the floor, I don't think anyone cleans it. 

Chapter 7

 It was a long ass day, despite looking like a Greek god, he was ready to fall asleep, the sun still hadn't set but was close. He couldn't sleep yet, he was a professional and he had to report on his mission. 

He took a deep breath as he recounted his version of events to Patricia as she was sitting next to him at her kitchen table. 

He explained how he caught Gron in the act of murdering even more goblins and then disgustingly eating them. Gron had caught Maro spying on him, immediately attacking him, Maro killing him in self defence and how he gained the class after the kill. He explained that he saw Gron throwing the leftovers in the river to dispose of any evidence but he had this knife on him. The knife that obviously belonged to one of her sons…

Patricia just put her face in her hands for a second, stood up, wiped away a tear and said "Maro, thank you from the bottom of my heart, you brought me closure and justice" 

"Now please, it's late, the least I can do is let you stay the night" as she looked at his ridiculous clothing situation.

Maro was about to protest, when she offered him some wine and some food.

He sat back down and thanked her. The wine wasn't that bad, definitely better than Kadrin's beer. 

As he was sipping his wine

"Listen, don't take this the wrong way… but your clothes look very silly given your recent growth. I have some of my uncle's old stuff laying around in the attic, I can sew something together that will fit… better" She looked him up and down one more time, slowly, the glass of wine she had was making her cheeks red.

Maro… thinking, took a sip of wine. He thought to himself how he immediately on day one of his new life fucked it up… screw it, let's have fun. Completely ignoring any moral and emotional complications from killing her adopted goblin sons. 

He stood up and started walking over to Patricia, all the while never breaking eye contact with her. 

As he stood over her "Listen Patricia… this is a bit forward of me to ask…but… my clothes are too tight, I need your help to take them off"

For the first time since he met her, she smiled, it was an extremely devilish smile, but nonetheless a smile. He reciprocated the smile.

She ran her hands up his chest to a loose seam on his collar and tore the linen shirt down the middle…Patricia did an inaudible 'wow', her hands resting on his waist. Maro's pants felt really tight and uncomfortable at that moment.

They paused right there for a second, but it felt a lot longer. Realizing he was staring at her chest and slightly drooling, he snapped out of it and pulled her in by the hips to kiss her. Patricia definitely had to be on her tippy toes for that one.

Patricia's mind was all over the place, but she knew what she wanted in the moment and whispered "fuck me until I forget"

Me too, thought Maro 

With a woosh, he picked her up, kicked her bedroom door open and before she knew it, she was in her bed.

Sometime after round two, Maro activated 'Bloodrush' to see what would happen. No pun intended but a top 'fucking' tier ability. Lets just say, Maro woke up early next evening, dehydrated and starving. When he got his senses together, he saw a pile of clean clothes next to him and a note on top. 

Maro laughed, Patricia woke up around noon, fixed up her Uncle''s clothes for him, packed up her shit and just left. The note thanked him for a night she couldn't forget, how she couldn't stand the thought of staying in this place any longer and left for her home town. 

This was a first, his performance was so great last night that she left the cabin to him. Nice, the clothes fit decently and she even left him some armour in the form of an old leather gambeson. 

As he started referring to himself as a sex god, he went about the rest of the evening in third person. 'The sex god has to go piss, with his holy penis', 'The sex god has to satiate his hunger and thirst'... 

He pissed, ate whatever was left, drank a jug of wine and went right back to sleep.

Chapter 8.

With a blissful hangover, the Sex God busted through Kadrin's doors just as breakfast was getting started.

Maro got some breakfast beer and some eggs and sat down by the bar area so he could chit chat with Kadrin.

He recounted his escapades to Kadrin who kept slapping Maro, really hard on the back. He almost choked multiple times because of the slaps, but the subsequent slap would always clear his throat.

"Who are you gonna chase after now, there's no eligible women left, at least not within 50km, ha ha ha"

No women left… it's not like he did a census, he just assumed… damnit, he wanted to hang out here for a while since he had a new cabin and enough cash to cover living expenses for a year now.

Kadrin and Maro had an extremely serious discussion regarding where he could find women, how each city's brothels were different and essentially where the best party cities within the Unity Kingdom. 

On a side note, he also learned about adventuring guilds, but that wasn't his primary concern until Kadrin told him that A tier heroes and above all had groupies and fans everywhere they went. Never knowing if they would die on a mission, where they will sleep for the night or whom they would sleep with.

The more Kadrin talked about being an adventurer the more hooked on the Idea Maro was… especially since only those who had awakened a class could become an adventurer. This lifestyle appealed greatly to Maro, he wanted nothing more than a carefree life where he could drink, have sex and fight, it was perfect.

He also realized, living costs were almost ten times more expensive in the cities than out here, so he needed to raise some money. He'd still only been in this world for a couple of days, he was still lacking a lot of day to day knowledge, since he was at a logging camp, he figured he would work as a woodcutter for a couple of weeks, try to sell the cabin and then bounce up out of here.

He had Kadrin introduce him to a contracted foreman who hired his own crew. This foreman was a gnome named Gnarlo, a regular at the only place that serves alcohol for kilometers around. 

Gnarlo was a meter tall in his fancy obviously lifted boots, he wore relatively nice clothes given his surroundings and had bright green hair and a twirly moustache. 

Kadrin had once explained that Gnomes like showing off even more so than Dwarves, despite being short, they were incredibly industrious and the entire race had an affinity towards magic. And, despite the limited number of people who could unlock a class, gnomes made up almost 50% of all mages across the kingdom. 

After a quick introduction, Kadrin took his leave to go back to serve the breakfast rush. 

In his nasally voice 

"So I heard, you fuck so bad, you ran off the camp floosey"

Maro spat his morning beer all over the floor, he coughed and then laughed out loud.

"Seems so"

Gnarlo continued "Frankly I would have hired a healer for before and after, maybe you want to work so you can hire a healer, very brave of you"

Marlo felt a ghost itch on his penis and he started to sweat, ironically one of his worst fears were sexual diseases. He would always be slightly nervous awaiting doctor's results, getting shot or stabbed was easy, getting an STD was tough. 

He took a swig of his beer and asked "how bad is it?"

Gnarlo looked serious and leaned in to avoid any orcs or goblins overhearing him.

"Let's just say she was fully booked for every Goblin and Orc holiday, and those green bastards made up random holidays a couple times a month…We're talking Goblin Gangbangs, Orc Gangbangs and mixed goblin/orc gangbangs… but those were rare, any Orc impatient enough was liable to have his way with a goblin in the vicinity or even another Orc if they were weaker"

He continued as Maro got paler and paler…

"Order race STDs are bad enough, you my short lived contractor, have to fear whatever those green bastards carry, and it ain't pretty. There's the Green rot, where decay sets into the tip of your penis and works its way to the base until you have no genitalia left, the entire time you're dripping green pus from the infection… There's the Witches Nose, that's when giant warts start appearing all over your penis, eventually the warts take over your penis and cut off blood flow forever making your penis soft… How could I forget the worst one, Blessing of the Goblin god, that's when your penis shrivels up to half the size of your pinky, it turns green and then starts curling in on itself to look like a goblin penis, they say peeing hurts so much that most people kill themselves after a couple of weeks… Oh and uh"

Maro threw up violently.

Kadrin was behind the bar, he fell on the floor laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe. Gnarlo was hanging on to the bar for dear life, with his body convulsing with laughter…

Maro the ghost, with tears running down his cheeks and throw up dripping off his chin. "Please tell me you guys were joking"

After a couple minutes of wheezing, Gnarlo told him yeah they were messing with him, to go grab his axe and to meet him outside in 5 min so they could head to the work site.

Kadrin was still rolling around on his spit covered floor as Maro left.

Chapter 9

It took one day of work for Maro to become super racist, while working at the logging camp.

He could personally cut down a tree in one to three minutes depending on the thickness, every chop would shudder the entire tree. He was having fun showing off his strength, until he realized his team was garbage.

The average time for a Dwarf or a human worker to cut down a tree was 5-15 min depending on thickness, which was solid.

However Orcs could cut down trees as fast as he could with his new powers… but those lazy fucks cut down one tree, go fuck off in the forest for a couple hours. Come back, mess with everyone to see if someone would fight, usually another orc picked up the challenge, went back into the forest to fight and disappeared for the entire day.

By lunch time, none of the Orcs even pretended to work anymore, leaving the majority of the work for the order races.

Thank fuck, you got paid per tree you cut down…

Goblins and Gnomes were too small to chop trees so they would use smaller axes to strip and prep the fallen trees.

Even Goblins would cause trouble if not watched 100% of the time. People's lunches would go missing, any small shiny objects, anyone who forgot an axe had to either pay the Goblin for a "used" one for half price or go into town to buy a new one for full price. And, they didn't take shit from Orcs, because Orcs were the only ones allowed to kill Goblins with impunity…

The beastmen all worked in their own tribes, so they worked their own pace and kept to themselves.

If the Orcs and Goblins were not here, efficiency would increase a minimum 100%. For every tree an Orc cuts down, he would cause enough delays for everyone else so they would cut a couple trees less over the work day…

It was ridiculous, and due to anti discrimination laws, you were not allowed to fire someone without the permission of the highest ranked member of that race being present. And this whole logging area was owned by a Goblin merchant lord… so nobody green got fired. 

Pissed off, he just kept on chopping trees while testing his new strength. He was chopping at his pace for so long he had drifted away from his team, selectively choosing the prime trees for extra cash.

He was so far away, he couldn't hear anyone else chopping trees.

As he was chopping away, he felt someone tug on his knife in the knife sheath on the back of his belt, which he had got from Patricia.

He immediately turned around and was just a second slow to grab the thief.

The thief being one ugly Goblin who was covered in tattered leather clothes.

He looked at the goblins nose and thought about the STD and got a little nauseous. The goblin turned his head on an angle and said something that shook Maro to his core.

"I know that knife, you is a thief and murderer… be my slave and give me all your stuff and I will keep your secret safe safe safe!' 

There was a tense pause and Maro gripped his axe harder, as soon as he did that, the goblin scurried away.

"I will tell I will tell, the Orcs will eat you and give me your guts and coins heheheee"

Fuck! Maro chased after him, but that little green shit was pretty fast for his size and despite his new strength, his speed didn't increase all too much.

He panicked and used [Vanguard Charge] for the first time, his speed increased a lot and in turn his mass increased. His first step caused the earth to indent and then as he launched, he realized he messed up the timing.

He collided into the goblin and then into a tree… the goblin exploded from being squished. Blood and guts flew everywhere. A huge crack sounded throughout the tree and then it collapsed causing another huge sound.

[15 experience points gained]

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, he murdered again by accident.

As everything started to settle, he found himself absolutely covered in Goblin blood in a small clearing of his own making… he found solace in the fact there was no goblin left. If it rained right now, he would quit alcohol for two weeks… It didn't rain. 

He hopelessly glanced around looking for a body of water to wash himself quickly, but all he found was one confused Orc who went to check out the sound.

They stared blankly at each other for what seemed minutes… Maro covered in blood, the two meter tall orc was completely naked.

The Orc spoke first…

"Why you covered in blood?" he said stupidly. 

Obfuscate and confuse was the strategy

"Why are you naked?" As he mirrored his tone.

The orc looked down at his Half Duck/Human corkscrew looking penis and his enormous green balls… 

The orc gestured behind himself and said "Me fuck naked…kill orc in fight and was bored so me had sex with his body and then eat him and then fall asleep and then big noise woke up and then saw you and then you asked me why me naked"

Maro was disgusted looking at the Orc penis, but played along with this necrophiliac murderous rapist. 

"I understand, I'm covered in blood because me so strong, goblin try to steal so I have sex with Goblin and Goblin exploded"

The orc thought that was a reasonable response, so he shrugged and started to walk away but turned back and asked.

"You are human???" It was a 50/50 shot and he took it.

"...nuhhh…nnn…yeeessss, yes I am" Maro tried to gauge which way to lean. 

The orc roared and charged at him full force, Maro still dumbfounded and covered in blood got punched in the chest and took a step back.

His life almost flashed before his eyes, if it was his old body, every single organ and rib would be destroyed by that punch… but all he did was take a step back.

A grin appeared on his face, he wanted to take this orc into deep water and test out his hand to hand strength in a real fight.

He punched back, the orc was hit in the head and fell down. The orc immediately got up and charged again, Maro swiftly kicked the orc's lead knee, with the momentum going forward the kick caved his knee in backwards. With a nasty crack the leg bent in half the wrong way.

The Orc yelled in fury, snapped his leg straight and jumped off with his good leg and wrestled Maro to the floor. 

Maro was surprised, really good fight instincts. But he let it happen because he wanted to test his Grappling.

After about 10 min of testing Jiu Jitsu moves on the orc, he finally snapped his neck. After snapping each arm and the remaining leg.

[195 experience gained]

Chapter 10

Maro stood up, dripping in blood.

Just as he was getting over how impressive his body was, he realized that two orcs and a couple of goblins ran out to see the commotion.

'Green fucking bastards' he thought to himself, as the orcs spun around their axes. 

"You kill Goolder, me next" The bigger of the two orcs stepped forward. 

"Wait, wait, wait, I beat him in a duel, do I even get a chance to rest"

"Real Orcs no rest, fight until they die" the slightly shorter Orc proudly said. 

The Goblins were just chanting "Fight!" One of them yelled "if human dies, we can eat him, long time since we had good meat hehehehe"

All of them were drooling, how does this country even function on a daily basis, these guys are so quick to kill.

Fuck it, "lets get it over with, who is first?"

The bigger orc immediately started to charge… Maro braced himself… then the second Orc started to charge a split second later, seeing the Orcs take the lead, the Goblins also started throwing rocks.

Honour duel, my ass.

Maro took out his sheathed knife and finally activated Bloodrush for combat purposes. Suddenly his muscles pumped with blood, he tunnel visioned on the first Orc.

Decades of knife combat training shined at this moment, in a precise flurry he slipped the Orc's axe swing, stabbed him in his arm pit, stepped to the outside as the Orc's momentum had him going and then slit his neck.

[225 experience gained]

Before the second Orc even knew his clan member was dead, Maro kicked the knee out again and as he fell on his knees he stabbed him in the back of the neck. He let Bloodrush fade out. 

[220 experience gained]

[level up to level 2]

Nice, the goblins immediately shut the fuck up and froze.

Quickly thinking on his feet

Maro yelled "You can eat them if you leave me alone!"

Their moods went back to hectic excitement, Maro picked up his axe and then went to find some water to wash in when he heard extra disgusting sounds, he didn't want to turn around but he had to look. 

Half the goblins were just tearing out the guts of the first Orc and then the other half were… engaging in non consensual intercourse with the dead orc body…

Less than a week in this world and he never wanted to see another Orc or Goblin ever again.

Maro looking at the revolting sight… thought to himself… The world would be a bit better if they died…

He casually lined himself up and used vanguard rush, while wielding his axe. He cut 3 goblins in half, in one swing.

After dealing with the rapist goblins, he then killed all the cannibal goblins. He got about an Orcs worth of experience points for killing the Goblins, but all was not lost, he got a shit ton of copper coins from all the goblins.

It's like these Goblins hoarded all their pennies and never let it leave their person. He replaced his Iron knife and managed to pick up higher quality steel ones, one sheathed by his hip and the other on his back waistband. 

He picked up his axe and started heading back to base camp, completely morally defeated. He kept muttering something to himself about making a good impression on the first day of work. 

By this point in the day, as he entered camp, all the goblins and orcs had stopped working and run off. Heck he might have killed them back there but he couldn't tell those green assholes apart. 

The Humans, Dwarves and Gnomes all stared at Maro as he walked to the water trough caked with blood. Gnarlo was still on site, with his mouth agape wondering what the hell happened. 

Gnarlo briskly walked over to Maro as he was washing his face.

"Uhhhmmm, is everyth" Maro interrupted him.

"3 orcs and a bunch of goblins" he said aloud for everyone to hear him. 

Startled, Gnarlo went "excuse me, what do you mean?"

"Dead, by my hand… those green fucking rapist, thief murderers tried to kill me but I killed them"

You could hear a pin drop, not one axe was swung in the entire camp as the word spread.

Maro, in the depths of his despair, washed his face again. With his hands covering his face, he suddenly heard a slow clap from Gnarlo… 

The clap carried in the breeze and within seconds everyone was cheering and praising Maro. Maro had given up and thought he would get in trouble for killing so many Green shit stains, but he was surprised at being recognized as a Hero.

Maro's ego ran with it, he immediately felt amazing. Accepting the cheers and waving back, after a couple of minutes it felt like it was dying down but then someone had ran out and confirmed Maro's kills by bringing back an Orc head.

A second wave of cheers erupted towards Maro, as the Orc head was being kicked around the camp. All of the Loggers were trying to get a kick in for their own personal revenge. 

Finally it died down and Gnarlo took him to the Foreman's tent to speak quietly. 

"Listen, you killed Goolder and his crew, they were huge assholes to everyone. They caused every single slow down and shut down of our site, from stealing axes to killing crew members outright. We were in trouble with the Goblin merchant lord for not meeting our quota, but now we will easily exceed it. Thank you, you will get a nice bonus for this."

Maro was happy he was getting treated so well, but at the same time he was worried about blowback and like Gnarlo was reading his mind, he responded.

"Don't worry, everyone hear hates those fucks, the bodies don't even need to be moved. We'll just say they all took off and fought each other and died, no one is going to investigate this… but at the same time, shut your mouth, don't say anything about this to anyone outside Kadrin and I.

Everything can still be reported to someone, a goblin would love to snitch on you for a copper, so take it easy… that being said, drinks are on me tonight, take a break and lets finish the day" 

Gnarlo winked, tried to pat him on the back but just slapped his ass and walked out.

If Maro had a flaw, it would be his ego, and right now his was inflated. 

Maro basically spent the rest of the work day working out by picking up logs by hand and stacking them for the Gnomes…

Gnarlo blew a whistle to signal the end of day and he took the crew to the Inn for a round of drinks.

Chapter 11

Finishing work a bit early, they were the first crew to bust through the Inn doors. Everyone cheered for Maro, he was handed beers faster than he could drink. He was pouring one beer in his mouth and the other in the mouths of his new friends.

In the meantime, Gnarlo had explained what had happened to Kadrin and then both of them grabbed Marlo to a private room in the back to drink together.

Kadrin was a sneak, he had some decent tasting dwarf beer hiding in the secret room. Tasted absolutely amazing, relative to his old swill, perfect refreshment after a long day of chopping trees and killing green fucks.

Kadrin was drunk on beer and happy on racism, the floor was slippery with his spit. He kept asking for Maro to retell his story and Gnarlo was ecstatic thinking about future profits.

The boys drank the entire keg dry, it was so delicious. At this point Maro was drunk as hell and high on his ego, he completely forgot to check what upgrades lvl 2 brought. 

After the keg was dry, he busted back in the main area of the Inn. He drunkenly glanced around, saw that there were no Orcs around, just a couple of Goblins in the corner and weirdly some humans were sitting beside.

Feeling invincible and high on his celebrations, he stood at the top of the bar to make a drunken speech.

"Everyone… I have an announcement to make" Gnarlo gulped and tried to grab him but couldn't reach.

"Orcs and Goblins are fucking disgusting!!!" He got a cheer from the crowd, beastmen included

"They can all go fuck themselves, the lot of them" He spat on the floor but also vomited a little bit. Another Cheer, Gnarlo was panicking

"Its time for a change, we shouldn't be scared anymore, they are green and ugly, we are not!!!"

Another cheer ran out, this time Kadrin was also panicking

"Their women are butt fucking ugly too, thats why they rape each other all the time hahahah"

His words were slurring, Gnarlo and Kadrin were running around like they were chickens with their heads cut off.

A huge laugh and clink of ale mugs went across the room. 

The goblins in the corner made a quick motion to their human companions and before Maro knew it, his legs fell out beneath him and he hit the floor face first.

Too drunk to get up, he just decided to sleep a little bit. He could have sworn he heard Gnarlo and Kadrin crying as his lights went out.

…

His head was pounding, but he could barely open his eyes. Whenever he did, he caught a glimpse of Gnarlo throwing wild punches at his face, they barely hurt but still ouch.

"Enough, stop fucking hitting me Gnarlo"

"No you asshole, you know what you did? because of you Kadrin and I lost our livelyhoods, fucking asshole"

Maro immediately came back to his senses… he saw that Kadrin and Gnarlo were shackled together in a steel cage on the back of a cart. Maro was also handcuffed, the cart was stationary at the edge of the camp. 

"No way, did they arrest us for the dead green shit stains?"

Kadrin chuckled, he was less worried.

"Even Worse" Gnarlo screeched

"You were arrested for hate speech and we were arrested as co-conspirators… WE ARE ON OUR WAY TO A RE-EDUCATION CAMP"

Maro started to hysterically laugh at the ridiculousness of everything in this world…not even a fucking week here yet.

Kadrin followed suit and was laughing his ass off too, he actually spit outside of the cage.

Gnarlo, even angrier, started punching both Kadrin and Maro furiously. It just made the Dwarf and Human laugh even more.

Taking a break from his punches, Gnarlo continued

"No one ever leaves the re-education camps, we're gonna die there you fucks, I lost my business and so did you Kadrin"

Kadrin snorted "Stone be damned, no one wants to do anything in that logging camp, it was basically a jail anyways… tell me you were happy there"

Gnarlo defeated "I was working on it… How stupid are you Maro, you did that speech in front of the Merchant lords servants…"

With the laughs over, they sat in silence, contemplating the decisions that led them here.

Until an Orc and Goblin in nicer leather armour showed up, sat up front and took the reigns of the horses.

Two humans on horses were also on either side of the wagon. 

One of the humans turned to them and kissed his teeth, "the one thing I can't tolerate is hate speech, you guys deserve to go where you are headed… Greentooth's School of Unity and Equity"

Maro gave him a look and then whispered to the other two "fucking race traitor"

Gnarlo finally snapped and started hysterically laughing, Maro extremely hungover and thinking he was powerful enough to get out of any prison also started laughing hysterically. The hungover dwarf spat on the cage floor and also started laughing.

The goblin up front, snapped his fingers together and an arc of electricity appeared between his thumb and forefinger… The first time Maro saw magic. The Goblin touched the cage and everyone was shocked into shutting up.

Maro finally checked his level 2 options, nothing but stat increases. Welcome increase, he did feel a bit stronger as he pulled his rusty shackles tight, he felt he could break them…

Chapter 12.

It took more than three days of travel to reach the 'School of Unity and Equity', a strange name for what looked like a world war 2 POW camp. 

The prison had tall stone walls with Watch towers on every corner, and looked like the guards were mainly Wolf Beastmen and Orcs. The command structure looked all Goblin though. 

Not good news according to Gnarlo, as Wolfmen also like to eat humans, gnomes and dwarves sometimes.

The escort arrived at the gates of the prison, spoke to the guards on the wall and within a minute they were being escorted inside.

Row after row of barracks were lined up for the prisoners, looking at the prisoners, Maro saw that all of the prisoners were Order races… seems pretty racist to me. 

And then, Maro felt a tingle in his pants. His body had realized it before his brain had… it was a co-ed prison. There were women here, he was ecstatic, he was officially in a better situation than he was in the logging village.

His imagination started running, he imagined himself being a leader of some sort of race based prison gang like from his old life. Haha, women had to provide sexual favours for protection…

"What are you smiling at, idiot?" Gnarlo Grimaced

"Oh nothing, my best Gnomish friend," Maro replied.

Maro wasn't too worried about his situation, despite the stone wall, he felt like he could Vanguard Charge a hole through the wall. The only part that bothered him was that he felt responsible for Kadrin and Gnarlo. 

Degeneracy aside, Maro was still a professional. One quick look he had mentally taken note of the height/thickness of the walls, where all the guard towers were and any potential exits. 

The wagon stopped in front of one of the barracks and the Goblin used his key on the cage. It looked like intelligence differed amongst Goblins greatly, this one seemed a little intelligent, must be to be a mage he assumed.

"Out here, this is your barracks, now head out" The Goblin prompted them by shocking their cage again. And then removed the shackles off of the new prisoners.

As they wandered into the shitty wooden barracks, first the smell hit them. It smelt of sweat, shit and mold, Maro coughed in his sleeve.

All the other prisoners in his barracks were men of the Order races, most were human and dwarf for some reason, everyone looked hungry and weak… but they all had a sharp glint in their eye. No one has given up yet, that's good, I can use that.

 All the beds were Triple bunk beads, hell yeah, Maro thought, a sleep over. Aside from one bunk, the rest were full.

"So Gnarlo, Kadrin, who gets which bunk…"

"Don't even play, I get the bottom bunk, I'm not climbing steps every time I want to sleep" And he jumped into the bottom bed and a poof of dust made him start coughing.

"Well if we're going by leg length, I get the middle bunk" Kadrin said as he sat down on the edge of Gnarlo's bed"

"Good, because spit falls down, I would much rather be above you" Maro laughed

"You better not fucking spit when you are in bed Kadrin, I'll find a knife and cut your mattress out from under you" Gnarlo closed his eyes.

A moment of silence fell upon them. Maro looked around the room and then instead of whispering, he loudly said "when do you guys want to break out of here?"

The entire room stared daggers into him, you could get killed for saying something like that. Not only that, all occupants of their barracks would be subject to collective punishment. Before Gnarlo lost his shit, Maro told everyone to chill out while laughing.

Maro was immune to everyone's death gaze at this point, so he decided to go for a walk in the yard and scope the layout some more.

As soon as he stepped out, at the barracks across from him, a thiiickkk dwarf woman had stepped out. Maro's focus was singular, she had long lustrous black hair braided in a dwarven fashion, a fair face, a big bust, hourglass figure and a planet for an ass. 

It wasn't that Maro was confident he could do whatever he wanted in the prison, he was just reckless and flowed with the tide. If trouble came he would adapt, but in this case, the tide was his penis and it flowed toward that Dwarf woman.

It was his first time seeing a female dwarf and it was nothing he expected, until a second dwarf woman stepped out and she had a beard as long as Kadrin's. And his excitement died down a little bit, not wanting to mess up, he called Kadrin over.

Kadrin stepped out, while spitting on the ground "What do you want…" and he saw the two female dwarves outside, it's been a long time since Kadrin had even seen a dwarf female, he whistled.

"Kadrin give me a quick breakdown on how to hit on dwarf chicks, what shouldn't I say?"

"Well for starters, the hairless one is disgusting, but that bearded one is a glorious beauty. They say the thicker the beard on a women, the stronger the children and damn is her beard getting me going"

"Dwarf women like strength, so you are covered, but Dwarf women also like Dwarves. Women are more proud than men about their lineage in Dwarf culture, but that hairless one is a freak"

Kadrin spat again, but it was symbolic, he was too thirsty to conjure up spit right now. 

"Kadrin, I will do you a favour, I will speak to the hairless one so you can have the opportunity to speak to your new bearded lady friend"

Kadrin smiled "What an amazing friend you are, but I wouldn't, I have a feeling the guards here all have a splinter in their dick hole" Kadrin was still staring at the beautiful bearded dwarf lady, her beard was the colour of fire, braided in a classic fashion, the beard in one large braid and her hair in two… Kadrin was day dreaming but immediately snapped out of it when he realized Maro was half way to the women, he quickly ran to catch up.

Angrily whispering "you're gonna get us fucking killed, no wonder Gnarlo hates you"

"Dying, trying to get laid, is one of the most honorable things a man can do Kadrin"

Chapter 13

The two women had noticed the idiots across the prison yard and immediately started roasting them.

"Are those idiots still staring?"

Hilda, the beardless, as she was called by some less than nice Dwarves in her past, looked at her bunk mate Friga. "Those idiots are walking over, should we go back in?"

Friga chuckled, "In a minute, I'm curious about that sexy dwarf, also that human doesn't look too bad"

Hilda has assumed they were either making fun of her for being beardless or ogling Friga for her beauty. It was most likely both.

The tall, muscular human approached first.

"Hello Ladies, my name is Maro and this here is Kadrin, may we have the pleasure of having yours" Maro smiled charismatically.

Kadrin was nervous as hell, all he managed was to pipe "Aye"

Friga smiled back and then looked at Kadrin "the pleasure is ours gentlemen, I am Friga Firehair and this is Hilda my servant"

Hilda looked meekly down, she wasn't used to being approached. She assumed they were here for Friga.

"Hilda… Friga, we apologize in advance for being too forward" Maro's sole attention was on Hilda but she hadn't noticed yet as she was looking down.

"We think you are both the most attractive women in the entirety of this prison" Maro and Friga both chuckled, Kadrin just nervously said "Aye" outloud and Hilda looked in Maro's eyes for the first time and she immediately got flustered by his aura of Confidence and Charisma.

Maro continued "I wish to court you Hilda, and Kadrin wishes to court you Friga"

Kadrin coughed up a dry "Aye"

Friga smiled at Kadrin who was shitting himself on the inside, he had been alone at the logging camp for far too long. 

Maro then got on one knee, grabbed Hilda's hand and with the devil's own smile "Hilda, would you like to make love together" 

Dwarves were on average stronger than humans, the slap rang out across the yard. Maro laughed, he was 50/50 on whether he would get slapped or not.

Hilda was flustered and red, she was offended and she slapped him but at the same time she was flustered in more ways than one.

What Maro didn't count on was hysterical gnome laughter in the background, he didn't even turn around, he knew it was Gnarlo.

Kadrin was as stiff as a rock, if he was sufficiently hydrated he would be leaking from every pore, he couldn't even laugh at the slap he just went "Aye" again.

Friga was the other one to laugh "Haha very brave of you Sir Maro"

Maro smiled "why thank you Friga"

He looked back at Hilda "Hilda the beautiful, a goddess amongst men, I did not hear a no"

She slapped him again, Maro was pretty sure Gnarlo pissed himself.

"Are you crazy" she replied "not only is this not gentlemanly, we will die if we're caught sneaking off"

"Hilda your beauty has stirred my soul, I was just telling Kadrin that it would be an honourable death if I died in pursuit of you… also I still did not hear a no"

A third slap, and the gnome probably shit himself this time. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of looking back.

Kadrin with another "Aye" Friga smiled at him this time, Kadrin was clenching his butt really tight.

Maro's cheeks were red but not because of the slap. 

This time Friga spoke up "hmmm how about this gentlemen, an act of heroism and you can have your way with us for a full day and night" She winked at Kadrin, while laughing

Maro could have sworn he saw a pebble fall out of Kadrin's pants leg. 

"And what heroic act could possibly be worthy enough for the two fairest maidens in this land"

As Maro finished, a Wolfmen and an Orc guard came up to the commotion.

The wolfmen snarled "back to your barracks" he commanded.

Maro ignored him, still on one knee… he was waiting for the ladies to answer. He got closer to Hilda… "Ladies… your answer"

Hilda was about to cry, deathly scared of the guards but also becoming a bit at ease with Maro's aura of confidence.

Hilda leaned in and whispered "Our freedom"

As soon as she said that, the Wolfmen hit Maro on the back with the butt of his spear, but Maro barely budged.

Maro gave a split second look at Kadrin, they nodded at each other and then Kadrin yelled "AYE"

As he was yelling, Maro had punched the wolfman in the snout, shattering it and knocking the wolfman out. He stepped on his neck for the kill.

[285 experience gained]

Kadrin in the meantime caught the Orc off guard and punched him full force in the dick. The Orc crumpled and Maro used the Wolfman's spear and pierced the Orc in the back of the head, making an impromptu flag pole.

[215 experience gained]

Maro finally looked at Gnarlo, Gnarlo looked extremely pale, like he just saw a ghost. Gnarlo wasn't laughing anymore and ran over to them.

Chapter 14

"You fucking degenerate, you inbred fucking moron, stupid fucking asshole, what did you do!" Gnarlo's heart pounded so loud, Maro could hear it from across the yard.

Just then, a beautiful tall female human stepped out… Gnarlo gave himself up by staring just a second too long at her.

"Fill her in on the deal, the three of us will get it done, go hide in the barracks" Maro ordered

The human women, looking at the dead bodies, immediately grabbed the dwarf women and ran back inside… 'What deal' she thought.

"Gnarlo buddy, don't be so uptight, help me out and you get that lady all to yourself for 24 hours, that's the deal"

Gnarlo just shut up, he was in too much turmoil to function properly right now.

Kadrin was testosteroned up to the gills, talking to Friga got his blood boiling and punching the Orc in his dick got his racist boner going. He was ready to kill.

"Quick strip them of weapons and dump their bodies in the latrine ditches behind the barracks" Maro rushed.

He picked up the two bodies and as if they were children threw them into the latrine ditches, meanwhile Kadrin grabbed two spears and two short swords and started running back to his own barracks before any more guards could see.

Gnarlo gave up on whatever life he had and just sat down for a second to gather his thoughts.

"Not enough time" Maro picked up Gnarlo and ran into their barracks. 

Most of the men in their barracks were aware of what was going on since they were looking out the window as Maro was slapped over and over again. Shocked, scared and happy they looked dumbfounded as Maro busted in.

"Ok everyone, do whatever you can to get a weapon, we are breaking out today, I want to get laid!"

Maro grabbed the two short swords from Kadrin, Kadrin and Gnarlo armed themselves with the two spears.

Just then the alarm bells were ringing throughout the prison. As the guards were running around headless trying to organize in front of the gate.

Maro decided it was time for a racist speech, so he stood up.

"How long have you suffered, under the great irony that is the Unity Kingdom, somehow only Order races are in prison. It doesn't feel like unity, it doesn't feel like equality"

Maro had everyone's attention

"These green disgusting fucks and mongrel mutts they have gaurding us are fucking stupid"

Everyone was intently looking at him

"Our people have suffered too long under this regime, how are we the noble and proud Order races in prison for saying the truth. They are disgusting, they are Evil incarnate and they deserve to be purged!" he yelled.

"To live and prosper, is a goal worth fighting for. Succumbing to your fate as a prisoner is not peace, I would rather fight and die… I will lead the charge against the mongrels. Those who wish to look me in the eye as equals can follow, those who have succumbed to being less than can stay"

Maro held both short swords tightly and kicked the door off its hinges.

The whole fucking purpose of issueing spears to all the guards is to form a line, but lack of cohesion from the wolfmen and orcs just looked like a jumble of meatheads balled up. Like toddlers playing football, all chasing the ball.

There were about 30 guards jumbling around in the prison courtyard, they all stared at Maro. 

Maro exaggerated a laugh, I cannot die he thought, at least not until he felt the thickness of Hilda in her entirety for a full 24 hours… He smirked, looking crazy.

Kadrin and Gnarlo were stuck pushing each other as their spears were stuck in the door frame. Eventually they came out and the three of them stood side by side. Gnarlo was shaking in his boots and Kadrin was shaking with testosterone.

The sight was hysterical, one crazy giant human with a dwarf and gnome who had Parkinson's.

Everyone from all the barracks was looking out of their window. These guys were crazy, no way they won three on thirty. Not just that Wolfmen were just as tall as Orcs and much more vicious, with teeth and claws they didn't even need weapons.

Maro activated bloodrush, his muscles swelled, he got tunnel vision, he wanted to fuck, but he had to kill first, the faster he killed the faster he could fuck.

[Vanguard Charge]

He blasted off, leaving Kadrin and Gnarlo in the dust.

 Being grateful he had unlocked his class, Maro charged into the crowd of guards, immediately decapitating three of them with a wide swing of his blades.

Ironically each wolfman and orc was formidable by themselves, but in this jumbled mess they were getting in each other's way. Wolfmen's instinct to kill had gotten the best of them and the Orcs were just stupid angry. Maro was easily dodging and circling the crowd, lopping off spear heads and limbs as they reached for him.

Upon seeing Maro's charge, all the men from his barracks busted out. Armed with bed posts, floor boards and most importantly a sense of hope. They ran up to join Kadrin and Gnarlo who lined them up for a coordinated charge. 

Maro had been distracting the group of guards, so in spite of being hungry and weaker than the guards. The group charge led by Kadrin and Gnarlo slammed into the side of the guards unaware. Their two spears pierced flesh on the first charge.

Granted most of the prisoners were starving and emaciated, a couple of them got torn apart by Orcs and Wolfmen. 

Maro went 'ooooofff' as a Wolfman crushed a human's head between his jaws. He went 'eeeee' when an orc made a gnome shish kabob by spearing two of them at the same time. 

But their sacrifices were not in vain, Maro had taken advantage of the confusion and was shredding through them fast.

Almost half of the guards were dead by his hand already, he didn't even pay attention to the experience prompts, but he had leveled up again. 

The battle was almost a victory, if they could kill the rest they could escape out the front before the two other shifts of guards came out. More and more people were rushing out of the barracks to help, as the guards were dying they were all picking up spears and short swords.

Maro killed the last guard by piercing his orc heart, he yelled a war cry. And then the couple hundred people in the yard all cheered as well.

Fuck, a fireball came out of nowhere and exploded in the middle of the cheering, multiple prisoners were immediately dead and a dozen had flames on them. 

From the main office in the back of the compound, stood a goblin covered in gold jewelry and holding a shaman staff. He snarled his mouth exposing moss green teeth, he started casting another fire ball.

That must be the warden Greentooth… "Find Shelter!" Maro yelled as Greentooth let loose another fire ball. This time only killing one person.

As the fireball settled, the two other shifts of guards rushed out from behind him. This time the guards were outnumbered. Greentooth most likely regenerating mana was not going to cast spells into his back line. They were a couple hundred meters away from the front of the Prison… Maro had to think.

"LISTEN, all spears go to the dwarves now!, line up. All shortswords go to human fighters, form up behind and hold the flanks. All Gnomes behind and hidden, throw rocks and whatever you can to distract them."

It was life or death for all of them, of course they listened. Kadrin took charge of the Dwarf line, Lower centre of gravity, uniform height, heavy boys… the dwarves were made to hold the spear line.

Meanwhile the humans lined up behind, ready to cover the flanks, short swords in hand. Long limbs, good reach… Humans were made for the Sword.

Gnarlo and his gnomes helped by coordinating debris to throw.

"Everyone unarmed, hide and throw debris with the Gnomes, if an opportunity to grab a weapon arises, form up. Spears go to dwarves and shortswords go to Humans, Gnomes stay support!"

Maro's voice boomed.

The individual prowess of the Wolfmen was downright scary and the Orcs were no less intimidating. But all of them were too feral.

The Wolfmen were faster than the Orcs and the Wolves kept bumping into the Orcs as they passed them, with some falling over. The bloodlust of the wolves even led some of them to drop weapons entirely so they could claw and bite. The Orc bloodlust was even worse, by the time they were halfway to the line, half of the Orcs had spear holes in their backs for being too slow.

They didn't form up at all, the wolves ran into the spear wall first, one at a time almost. Most were skewered, the orcs not giving a fuck, piled right into the back of the wolves. The weight of the charge actually created a small breach but it was pushed back immediately as the humans had complete freedom to stab and slash.

The remaining swordsmen came around the side and started to envelop all of the guards, in a matter of minutes they were all dead and now the spear wall grew as dwarves joined up and as humans picked up swords. 

Greentooth was looking at this, completely in disbelief. Each wolfmen was strong enough to cut through 10 humans like paper, each orc could crush a dwarf's skull bare handed… yet somehow they all died. They barely killed any humans and dwarves.

He was pissed, this work camp was the source of his income and entrusted to him by his cousin the Merchant lord. He would rather destroy it all. 

Greentooth summoned the rest of his mana, if Fireball wasn't enough he would use Meteor. A giant fireball was forming in the sky, this spell took a little bit to cast… Greentooth saw the giant human sprinting at him, he grinned… Not fast enough human.

Suddenly he was pelted with a rock and lost a bit of concentration, and then another and another. The gnomes had snuck around and were tossing rocks to interrupt his spell casting… Greentooth roared, re-focusing on casting the spell while enduring all the rocks.

He turned his attention back to the human… still too far away… "Get ready to die hum…"

[Vanguard Charge]

Greentooth was a mage, so physically he wasn't any different than a regular Goblin. Maro went for the flashy kill and repeated what he did the first time he used Vanguard charge.

He purposefully delayed using it a bit, collided with Greentooth and then hit the stone wall behind him. BOOOM, an explosion of blood, flesh and bones!

[1867 experience gained]

[level up, you are now level 4]

Chapter 15

Cheers erupted across the prison, the warden and the guards were dead.

Maro, knowing that looting was about to start in 30 seconds. Took all the gold jewelry off the remaining body parts, took his coin purse, left the staff and ran inside to see if there was any treasure. He estimated he had a good head start since everyone else had to run to get to the main office.

He went upstairs immediately to the Wardens quarters, he bashed open a treasure chest, took Greentooth's savings and the monthly salary payments for the guards… wow he was certified rich now. It was all silver.

He found a large high quality leather bag, stuffed it full of silver and gold jewelry. Money out of the way, he went to look for the armoury, as he headed downstairs the gnomes had the same idea, he saw Gnarlo rushing upstairs, Maro waved at him with a smile, Gnarlo replied by throwing up a rude gesture.

The armoury was fucking stacked, he could probably equip all the male prisoners with gear… but he didn't care about that. He went to go find upgrades for himself… dwarves and humans were now entering the building. 

"FINDERS KEEPERS" he yelled as he stumbled upon multiple upgrades. He picked up a suit of chainmail armour for himself, a steel helmet with a noseguard, a blank steel kiteshield and then he saw it in the display case… he dropped the shield.

Behind the glass was a large ornate two handed sword. He punched the glass and grabbed it, the sheath had streaks of gold and silver embroidered on it, the pommel had a large emerald in the hilt. He drew the sword, it wowed him, it was art, but deadly art… it was beautiful steel. He resheathed it… happy with his haul, he started heading out to the courtyard.

On his way out, he noticed his confiscated steel daggers, he resheathed them on his belt and walked out with his hands full, covered in blood he dropped all his loot by the water trough. Drank his full and then washed himself as thoroughly as he could.

After an hour or so the looting died down, a good chunk of people had run away but they were all wanted… criminals throughout the largest kingdom of the continent. The rest of the people stayed to party, loot and follow Maro's lead. 

The dwarves had sniffed out the wine barrels and brought them out. It would take a week before anyone even knew what happened to the prison and then a week and a half before they could get a force out there… They can take their time to plan their future.

He drank a bit with Gnarlo and Kadrin… "A promise is a promise boys" he saw Friga and called her to grab Hilda and her friend to drink with them. 

Kadrin was drunk and his adrenaline was dumped, he was too tired to feel shy. But he was trying his best to seem calm and manly still. Gnarlo noticed and laughed as he was sitting in the lap of the tall beautiful blonde human lady.

Maro had to get his last prize, after a couple hours of drinking he whispered something into Hilda's ear. They both got up, Hilda's head was barely above his waist, she was blushing… but Maro was completely enthralled now, her hourglass figure was ridiculous and most of all she was thhhiiiickkk!! 

Maro took her to the Warden's bedroom…they immediately undressed. Maro couldn't help but stare and drool a little, Hilda couldn't stop blushing, her cheeks were flush, the wine had hit and she got started on him while standing… 

 Sometime in the middle of the night Maro had activated Bloodrush to keep going and they broke through the floor. The bed landed in the room below but they kept at it until the morning.

It was already evening when most of the party goers started getting up. There were bon fires lit throughout the courtyard, people were cooking whatever they found in the pantries… Luckily there was enough grain in the prison stores, to keep the whole prison fed for a couple months. Meat was also abundant as Wolfmen were 99% carnivores, they feasted to recover from last night's hangover.

Maro was around a bonfire with Kadrin and Gnarlo talking. It was a good fight, all the boys got 'lucky'. Turns out Gnarlo had a height fetish thing and was really into human women and Kadrin was talking about proposing already.

"What now, we're probably going to be the biggest fugitives in the Kingdom…" Gnarlo sighed. 

Maro tossed each of them a hefty pouch of silver… "we can do whatever we want now" Maro smiled.

Gnarlo looked a lot happier, this was more money than he would have earned in 10 years at the logging camp.

Kadrin, contemplating life, pondered for a second "we have a couple of options as I see it"

"One, we have over a hundred armed men who also hate those green skinned bastards, we can become bandits and raid the country side"

Appealing… but what other options would he suggest

"two , we can ditch everyone, wear disguises and slip back into a city undercover and continue from there as adventurers"

Not bad.

"Three, we are near the edge of the border on the east, there is a relatively old mountain range on the coast… abandoned millenia ago by the dwarves, I know of an old Dwarf fortress that still stands and has access to an aquifer."

Gnarlo immediately wanted option two, what was the point of money if you couldn't spend it.

Maro calmed him down… "I vote for options 1, 2 and 3. We set up base in the hidden dwarf fortress, we raid with the men when we are bored and the rest of the time we can secretly travel to explore more women… I mean adventure"

Gnarlo looked at Kadrin and they nodded at the same time, they didn't need to give up on the rest of the prisoners they saved. They can have access to a home base and then they can travel discreetly in small groups when needed… Perfect.

"Its already late, lets meet up here tomorrow and head out with whoever wants to stay together"

He winked at them then went to find Hilda.