The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92
Chapter 92
The Orc Lord.
Born with the authority to command all orcs—a true orc sovereign.
The supreme ruler of his kind.
Grashtar gazed down arrogantly at the orcs gathered beneath him.
“Slow.”
Thirty thousand soldiers.
Not even half had assembled yet.
The destiny he received alongside his birthright—the authority to command all orcs.
A destiny to trample every sentient being and make the continent his own. Yet the forces before him were far too meager to accomplish such a grand vision.
“Tedious.”
His original intention was to summon every orc across the continent.
He had planned to move that overwhelming army as a single entity and crush the humans’ empire—the greatest power on the continent today.
But his thoughts had changed.
“This evening, when the moon reaches its zenith, I shall march forth to fulfill my destiny.”
There seemed no need to wait for all the orcs to gather.
With this force alone, I could easily trample the humans’ empire, grown soft with peace.
Such confidence surged through me.
As I continued organizing the arriving orcs with these thoughts.
Piiing—
Through the sharp, wild senses inherent to orcs.
No—through the transcendent savagery of the Orc Lord, I sensed something.
“What is this?”
The right cliff’s edge.
No, concentrating further, I felt small traces of power emanating from various points along the right cliff.
What could this be?
Though born as the lord of all orcs and absorbing knowledge like a sponge throughout my life, my understanding remained woefully incomplete.
I sensed the small power, but encountering it for the first time, I could not discern its nature.
“Garash.”
“Screech! You called, my Lord?”
“Climb the right cliff and investigate this anomaly.”
“Understood, my Lord! Screech!”
The moment I summoned an orc and commanded him to investigate.
Whoosh!
The Orc Lord.
Grashtar’s senses caught something.
Even with my limited knowledge, I recognized this sensation.
Human magic—different from the shamanism orcs wielded.
And the scorching aura of roaring flames.
The moment I realized it.
BOOOOOM—!!
A tremendous explosion erupted from the Cliff on the right.
Crash, crash, BOOOM!!
As if to prove this was far from over, detonations rang out from multiple points along the right Cliff.
It wasn’t just sound—actual explosions were occurring from within the Cliff itself.
“Screech, screech!”
“What’s happening?”
“The sky is wrathful!”
“Why?”
The Orcs panicked.
While Orcs possess superior intellect compared to other monsters, their cognitive capacity barely exceeds that of elementary school children.
With the thunderous roar from above echoing down into the Valley, such a reaction was inevitable.
“All of you, silence!”
“Screech—.”
The Orc Lord bellowed this command.
Instantly, regardless of reason, every Orc’s mouth snapped shut by pure instinct.
In the sudden silence, a new voice reached the Orc Lord’s transcendent senses.
–!
“A human?”
I couldn’t discern what was being said.
But the sound was unmistakably human.
More than that.
Whoooosh!
From the Center of the right Cliff.
Something long was rising upward.
It wasn’t merely extending in length—its thickness was expanding tremendously as well.
As the mysterious rod grew larger, the fractures across the right Cliff began to spread further.
Boom!
Then, the moment the rod received some impact.
CRAAAAAACK!
Spider-web fractures spread across the entire right Cliff simultaneously.
RRRRUUUUUMBLE—!!
The Cliff began to collapse.
This was no metaphor—the Cliff itself was literally crumbling.
“GRAAAAAHHH!”
The Orc Lord unleashed a roar of fury.
Though the situation remained unclear, one thing was certain.
Those cunning human bastards had brought down the Cliff.
Exactly how they’d managed it remained a mystery, but that fact was undeniable.
Rage toward humanity boiled within me, but the Cliff itself was collapsing directly overhead in this very moment.
To protect the troops.
To preserve their lives.
First, I had to stop the collapsing Cliff.
“All shamans, deploy the strongest defensive incantation you can muster before the rocks fall!”
“Screech!”
The shamans drew out their totems and began chanting incantations.
“Warriors, ready your weapons and shields for the impact! Those with the largest shields, protect the shamans!”
“Screech!”
The tactical assessment was remarkably swift.
The moment the Orc Lord’s command fell, the shamans instinctively chanted their incantations, and thanks to that, most of the orc shamans managed to deploy defensive magic before the rocks descended.
Rising earthen walls.
Thorned vines.
Colossal shells and tortoise carapaces.
Countless defensive incantations materialized above the orcs’ heads.
Boom!
When so many magical barriers gathered like a single shield, even the largest boulders could not shatter the defensive magic, but.
Rumble, rumble, rumble—.
The rocks fell endlessly.
Crash, crash, crash—.
“Screech! At this rate….”
The accumulating rocks increased the weight bearing down on the magical barriers.
Above all.
The greatest problem was what could hardly be called mere rocks.
It was a massive stone face so enormous it seemed as though the Cliff itself was collapsing.
The shamans instinctively understood.
“Screech….”
This cannot be stopped.
Crack!
The moment the massive stone face fell completely.
Along with the colossal defensive magic, the thirty thousand orcs beneath it could not withstand the overwhelming weight and were obliterated.
* * *
Crash, crash, crash—.
The Cliff crumbles down.
Had our escape been delayed even slightly, both I and the exploration party would have been swept down into that abyss.
The orcs in the Valley below deployed defensive magic and raised their shields, desperately attempting to resist.
Crash, crash, boom!!
“Extraordinary.”
“Good heavens….”
“To this extent.”
“Thirty thousand Orcs at once…?”
No matter how many Orcs gathered together, they could not withstand a collapsing cliff.
Defensive incantations and all that.
They were simply crushed beneath the overwhelming mass of rock.
‘I thought I might have pushed it a bit far, but if I hadn’t gone this far, we would have been in serious trouble.’
What if I had only collapsed the cliff to the extent that mana stones could have done?
Perhaps the rocks would have been blocked by that defensive incantation.
Even if not, the damage inflicted on the Orcs would have been far less than this.
The moment the cliff collapsed, the Orc Lord responded with remarkable speed.
In any case, this settles it.
The entire army of thirty thousand Orcs has fallen.
Well, there are some Orcs who were fortunate enough to survive, but they’re not a threat anymore.
Most importantly.
‘The Orc Lord has fallen.’
The reason the Orcs gathered here and became such a serious threat to Labelt was because of the Orc Lord’s existence.
Now that the Orc Lord has fallen, even if the Orcs gather, they pose no real threat.
Most of the Orcs that were converging at the assembly point will likely return to their original territories with the Orc Lord’s death.
“Luke, it’s feeding time.”
– I gratefully accept, Master.
Whoooosh!
The black flames Luke created descended below the cliff, engulfing all the rock debris.
The moment black flames covered the area below the cliff.
Crack, crack!
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
Luke’s feeding sounds echoed out.
Was it because there were so many Orcs?
The feeding sounds felt unusually loud and harsh.
The Subjugation Expedition members had already witnessed Luke’s ‘feeding’ before, so they weren’t particularly shocked.
“…What kind of power is that, exactly?”
It seemed they still hadn’t grown accustomed to it.
Judging by how they were instinctively backing away upon hearing the feeding sounds.
Since I had no intention of explaining Luke to them, I simply remained silent and gazed down below the cliff.
[ Luke has consumed ‘the Orc Lord’s Army’. ]
[ Luke’s stats have increased by 100. ]
Before long, Luke’s feeding came to an end.
Luke’s stat increase was 100.
It was the same with the Black Worm God, and the same when Luke swallowed the Wasp Hive in Second Crown.
It seems the limit of stats Luke can absorb at once is exactly 100.
And the moment that limit is exceeded.
[ You accept the nutrients left behind by ‘the Black Flame Dragon, Luknir Desperado Ignockton’. ]
[ Your maximum health has increased. ]
[ Your strength has increased. ]
….
‘As expected.’
The nutrients Luke failed to absorb flow into me instead.
‘As stat increases,’ so to speak.
– I am deeply sorry for failing to absorb all of the abundant sustenance you provided.
“Don’t apologize. I’m always happy to accept.”
The stat increases are staggering.
According to Luke, the efficiency of the excess nutrients absorbed by me drops dramatically, but we’re talking about thirty thousand orcs, aren’t we?
The higher my stats climb, the lower the efficiency becomes, but even so, my stats are rising as if I’ve consumed over ten superior elixirs.
Moreover, Luke collected every drop item from the orcs buried beneath that cliff.
No matter how much they’re called ‘junk items,’ the sheer quantity dropped by thirty thousand creatures must be astronomical.
‘I didn’t expect this much, but the harvest is far greater than anticipated.’
I did use the loophole of collapsing the cliff, but these were thirty thousand orcs nonetheless.
Even without the stat increases from devouring them, the overwhelming experience alone sent my level skyrocketing.
To what extent, you ask?
[ Your level has increased. ]
[ Your level has increased. ]
….
Level-up messages are still flooding my vision even now.
But something feels off.
If the Orc Lord has fallen, a quest completion message should appear alongside the level-ups.
Yet no quest-related message appears.
Could the flood of level-up messages be burying the quest notification?
As I pondered this.
– Master.
“Hmm?”
– I mention this merely as a precaution, but among the prey I devoured, there was no ‘Orc Lord.’
Luke delivered shocking news.
In other words.
“The Orc Lord… didn’t die?”
When the entire cliff had essentially crumbled.
When the largest boulder fell directly toward the Orc Lord, exactly as I intended.
The Orc Lord survived.
How was this possible?
As I rejected this reality.
Boom!
A sound like something embedding itself echoed from beneath the cliff.
Not just once.
A series of sharp, piercing sounds echoed through the air.
It was an unreal noise—as if someone were driving weapons into the rock face and scaling the Cliff itself.
Instinctively, I retreated backward.
In that instant.
“GRAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Thwack!
Something erupted from the base of the Cliff.
The creature that landed before me, shrieking with a bestial roar, was an orc.
Towering taller than any common orc, its dark crimson skin rippled over muscles hard as steel.
Every piece of armor it wore was dented and shattered, its entire body covered in bruises, blood streaming freely from its mouth.
Yet the presence and overwhelming aura radiating from this being remained utterly undiminished.
The identity of this creature was, inevitably.
“The Orc Lord.”
The primordial sovereign of all orckind.
The Orc Lord itself.
It wielded a pair of brilliant crimson double-bladed axes—weapons so massive that from a human perspective they appeared to be two-handed axes rather than single-handed, towering and menacing.
“How dare you defy my destiny…!”
The Orc Lord pointed at me with the tip of the axe in its right hand.
Its face was twisted with fury, contorted like a demon of wrath ready to explode at any moment.
“I stake my very destiny upon this—I shall never forgive you!”
It charged toward me.

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