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The moment Volk saw the system notification, it felt like a spark igniting an inferno in his heart.

Ding!

| The host has one day to rest and prepare to take off to the Orzaroth realm. |

Volk nodded, eyes narrowing as he turned his attention back to the gathering of Orcs before him.

The fire in his gaze was fierce, hungry, like a beast barely held in check.

He straightened, casting a shadow that seemed to tower over each of them, embodying the primal essence of their kin—a force not meant to cower, but to conquer.

"ONE DAY!" he roared, his voice echoing through the vast catacomb halls, rumbling and resounding as if the very walls were absorbing his strength. "YOU HEAR ME, ORCS? WE GOT ONE DAY!"

The Orcs stared, breaths held, hearts pounding.

Even the one he'd beaten was back on his feet, fists clenched, standing amidst the others with a look of fierce determination.

They hung on his every word, each question he threw at them like an iron weight.

"Tell me! Will we be satisfied in just one ranking world?" Volk's voice, already loud, seemed to vibrate with an even greater intensity, each word a challenge, a dare.

The gathered Orcs bellowed back, voices rising like a tidal wave. "NO!" they shouted, their own shouts merging into a primal chorus that made the walls shake. "WE WANT MORE!"

The Orc Volk had struck down was in the front now, shouting louder than the others, his voice ragged but defiant. "WE WANT ALL REALMS! WE WANT TO TRAMPLE THEM ALL!"

The words seemed to fuel Volk further, a fire stoking an inferno. He grinned, fierce and dark, the flickering torch light casting shadows across his face that made him look more beast than Orc.

"WELL THEN!" he barked, his voice powerful and relentless, slicing through the air. "DON'T THINK IT'LL BE EASY!" He paused, the silence stretching as the Orcs grew still, the weight of his words sinking in.

"You think it's as simple as marching in and taking what's ours?" he continued, pacing slowly, his boots echoing against the stone floor with each measured step.

"Out there, there may be lower realms more dangerous than any you've ever seen. Places twisted and strange, filled with horrors that would turn your blood to ice."

The Orcs stiffened, their anticipation and excitement tempered with a creeping unease.

The idea of unknown realms brought a wary glint to their eyes, but there was no fear, only a readiness—a need to know what lay beyond.

Volk raised a hand, counting off with his thick fingers as he began listing off these terrifying realms.

"FIRST! There could be an Abyssal Spire! It's a twisted tower that stretches up forever. Its walls are carved from the bones of dead gods, and its floors drip with the blood of lost souls.

"Each floor's filled with horrors that crawl from the shadows, creatures with more teeth than sense. They hunt anything that enters—shadows that become solid, claws that pierce through flesh without mercy.

"It's a place where even the ground turns on you. Weaklings? They don't last a second."

Several Orcs shifted uncomfortably, muttering to themselves.

Their faces twisted in a blend of horror and awe, picturing the monstrosities Volk described with vivid detail.

"SECOND!" Volk thundered, cutting off their murmurs.

"There could be a Bleeding Swamp! Maybe it's a realm of nothing but black, thick muck that smells like the rot of a thousand dead things.

"The trees have eyes—always watching, always waiting. Each step you take, the ground tries to pull you down.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"The water?

"It's red as blood, filled with leeches the size of wolves, and they'll latch on and suck you dry in seconds. If the creatures don't take you, the swamp itself will. A place of endless hunger."

He spat on the ground, the act of pure disgust.

The Orcs grimaced, several of them glancing at one another, their expressions shadowed with doubt.

The idea of the swamp's grotesque, lurking inhabitants weighed heavily on them, the very description enough to make even the bravest among them think twice.

"THIRD!" Volk's hand dropped, his gaze darkening further as he continued.

"There could be a realm called Silent Gorge—a place of perpetual night. It's said there's no sound there, not a whisper, not a breath. The darkness is so thick it's like it seeps into your skin, drowning you from the inside.

"And in that darkness? There are things… things that move, things that hunt, things that get into your mind, twistin' your thoughts. There's no safety, no light, and no mercy. A single step can end you."

The Orcs listened, their faces paling slightly.

There was no pride, no bravado among them, only the stark realization of the realms they would face.

They couldn't fathom such places, each one darker and deadlier than the last.

"FOURTH!" Volk roared, his voice even louder, cutting through their unease.

"There could be a realm called Screaming Mountains too! These peaks are cursed, riddled with voices that never stop, screaming for eternity, and every voice belongs to someone who fell there.

"They say the wind itself turns to knives, slicing flesh, drawing blood. The rocks crumble underfoot, dropping you into pits of spikes, flames, and worse. It's not a place for cowards. Only the strongest survive."

Excitement mingled with fear in the Orcs' eyes, the terror of it all blending with a growing eagerness.

Their pulses quickened, a wild anticipation flickering in their minds.

They could almost hear the tortured screams, feel the sharp sting of the wind on their skin.

"FIFTH!" Volk's voice dropped lower, each word carrying a weight that made the air feel thicker, harder to breathe. "Maybe a Mirror City. It's a place that looks like a city of glass, but each mirror holds a shadow, a copy of you that's stronger, faster, meaner. Every time you kill one, two more take its place.

"There's no end, only endless battles against yourself, until your mind breaks or your body does. A place that forces you to face what you are… and devours the weak."

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The Orcs were silent, staring at him, their eyes wide and shining with a mix of emotions—fear, awe, anticipation.

Volk's words had painted vivid scenes in their minds, realms of unimaginable horror and danger, yet the thrill of conquest stirred within them, a spark of desire to crush these terrors, to prove themselves against the worst the worlds had to offer.

Volk's gaze raked over them, fierce and unyielding, his presence demanding, challenging.

"AND THERE'S MORE," he said, voice dropping to a low growl. "Worlds we can't even imagine, horrors that would make the gods tremble. But here's the truth—you'll only survive if you remember what you are!"

His words hit them like hammer blows, each one striking at the heart of their primal nature, each one stirring the beast within them, the unbreakable spirit of warriors who refused to die, who refused to surrender.

Volk could see it, the fire rekindling in their eyes, the uncertainty replaced by a burning resolve.

"So I ask you, once again—will we be satisfied with just one ranker world?" he bellowed, his voice echoing, roaring through the catacombs, a challenge and a promise all in one.

"NO!" The crowd of Orcs responded, louder, fiercer than before, their voices united in one deafening roar.

Volk's grin was dark, a flash of teeth as he took in the determination on their faces, the fierce loyalty.

Even the Orc he had beaten was there, battered but standing tall, shouting with the others, his eyes blazing with the same fierce desire for conquest.

"GOOD!" Volk shouted, his voice booming with finality.

"This journey won't be for the faint-hearted. It won't be for the weak. We'll face terrors beyond imagining, fight enemies who'll show no mercy.

"We'll go to places where every breath will feel like our last. But we're not running from it."

He took a step back, his gaze sharp and unyielding. "We'll tear through the Orzaroth realm and any others that stand in our way. They will remember our names. And they will fear us."

The Orcs' hearts thundered in their chests, the fire of his words igniting a flame that could not be extinguished.

"REST WELL!"

Volk's final command echoed through the hall, fierce and unbreakable.

"Tomorrow, we conquer the Orzaroth realm!"