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  An orc wielding a weapon—or rather, a monster that carries a weapon—isn’t all that rare.

  Goblins carry weapons, and a Dulhan naturally comes equipped with a sword.

  Even a minotaur, that bull-headed demon, wields a weapon.

  The defining trait of weapon-wielding monsters boils down to one simple thing: they have hands capable of gripping objects.

  This orc, a monster that looks like a cross between a boar and a goril, might be able to hold a weapon, but it certainly doesn’t possess any advanced swordsmanship.

  Monsters like Dulhans, who do wield sword techniques, certainly exist—but this orc isn’t one of them.

  It simply swings its club with brute force, aiming for me as I approach.

  Yet, that full-powered swing carries enough force to crush the wind itself, and just hearing the sound of it is enough to tell you that it’s killed many adventurers within its level range.

  In fact, I’ve been on the receiving end of that pain more than a few times during my gaming days.

  Whether it was a pse in concentration, being underleveled for the encounter, or situations like this where I was handling multiple enemies alone—one mistake meant getting pummeled into the ground.

  With its longer reach, towering height, and wide strides, even with my spear in hand, I couldn’t strike first.

  The orc’s horizontal swing came from below, as if trying to scoop me up.

  I feinted a step forward, stopping just short at the st moment.

  The club grazed past the tip of my nose as I froze in pce.

  No matter how much brute strength this orc boasted, it couldn’t reverse its swing like a swallow’s return flight.

  It hadn’t lost its bance, but even so, a fully committed attack wasn’t something it could easily retract.

  Six seconds remained before the next orc arrived.

  Though it was just my gut estimation, actions repeated countless times had been ingrained into my body—I wouldn’t forget them anytime soon.

  I struck before its next attack could nd.

  From my halted stance, I took another step forward, thrusting my spear as I did.

  My target? The armpit of the arm gripping the club.

  Orcs were bizarre creatures that stored fat in every conceivable part of their bodies, with muscles hidden beneath.

  Attacking them head-on was pointless—their thick hide and fat made them highly resistant to knockback, to the point where they wouldn’t even flinch.

  But even orcs had weak points—their joints had thinner yers of fat and hide.

  "Gwoh!?"

  The orc froze mid-motion, pain shooting through it as my strike pierced its vulnerable armpit just as it tried to retract its swing.

  "Moving forward."

  Responding to my movement, Ingrid darted out from beside me.

  Her target? The leg the orc had stepped forward with to commit to its swing.

  The leg supporting its weight and bance.

  With a motion like sweeping away dried leaves, Ingrid knocked it out from under the orc.

  Its eyes widened as its bance suddenly vanished.

  Its posture slowly crumbled—but it wasn’t over yet.

  Even wounded and off-bance, the orc stubbornly tried to swing its club with full force.

  "Too bad. You can’t."

  I knew this attack pattern.

  Which meant I also knew how to counter it.

  The scythe-spear had a technique called the "drawing cut."

  A technique that utilized the sideways bde near the base of the spearhead.

  Literally, it was used like a scythe.

  By channeling Magic Edge into that bde, a rge, magical scythe-like edge formed.

  Shifting my weight from a forward stance to a pulling motion, I drew the scythe-spear back, aiming to ssh through.

  The orc’s arm, still mid-swing, crossed the path of that bde—and the edge sank into its elbow joint as if drawn in.

  With the faintest sensation of the spear’s tip making contact, the orc’s forearm was severed along with its club, sending it flying.

  Now suddenly lighter, the orc lost its bance completely.

  A shadow lunged at the orc.

  Nell kicked off the ground and leapt into the air.

  "Ready—!? SEIYA!!!"

  The halberd’s deadly edge, carrying her full weight, came crashing down onto the orc’s skull.

  An instant kill—no doubt about it.

  It was such a clear critical hit that there was no mistaking it.

  "Ah, a scroll.""Heh, again?"

  And then, because Nell had nded the finishing blow, a Real Luck-induced drop occurred.

  I couldn’t help but let out a groan.

  Weapon-wielding orcs only dropped one type of scroll.

  Meaning this was a clean first-strike drop.

  Between the Mochi Key and now the orc’s scroll, I couldn’t help but wonder—just what kind of luck stat did she have? I’d love to see it quantified.

  I quickly retrieved it.

  "Nell! Use it now!""Got it!"

  I tossed the Power Swing scroll to Nell, letting her activate it.

  We were going to use it eventually anyway, so sooner was better.

  "! I’ve learned it!!""After the next kill, use Power Swing to blow away the orc on the left in the second row! That’ll set the timing right!"

  The basic strategy for consecutive orc battles was taking them down one by one in order.

  Power Swing’s knockback effect was perfect for adjusting that timing.

  At lower skill levels, the knockback range was limited, but it was still useful for sequence management.

  This time, Nell and Ingrid moved forward simultaneously—Ingrid tripped the frontmost orc while Nell slipped past and used a sideways strike to blow away the left orc of the two approaching next.

  The orc, sent tumbling away, wouldn’t recover until after the third-row orc.

  While Ingrid pinned the tripped orc with my spear through its neck, Nell delivered the finishing blow with her halberd, passing by Ingrid in the process.

  "Amina, Tailwind Song!""Got it!"

  The Cheer Song’s effect sted about five minutes after being sung at max skill level.

  Tailwind Song had the same duration.

  Thanks to Singing Divine Arts, the effects were currently amplified by 10%, extending their duration.

  Meaning, the effects now sted five minutes and thirty seconds.

  The longer these overpping durations, the more songs could be stacked to create a unique "idol medley" for each character.

  At the highest tier, Singing Divine Arts could extend maximum effect duration by 300%—turning five minutes into twenty.

  Depending on how it was sung, up to ten buffs could be stacked simultaneously.

  Add equipment extensions and Spirit Arts for additional performance effects, and at its ultimate form, it became possible to have every singing skill active at once.

  Right now, we could barely manage overpping Cheer Song and Tailwind Song, but the sheer firepower boost the party would get at its final form was terrifying to imagine.

  Even now, we were smoothly taking down orcs, and thanks to the singing skills, they were coming at us nonstop.

  On top of that, the Mark of the Weak kept our experience table at Css 2 / Level 0, meaning every orc we killed rapidly leveled us up.

  Feral orcs were roughly Css 2 / Level 10–15 in strength.

  Even split four ways, killing one was enough to gain at least one level.

  Right now, it took us less than ten seconds to kill a single orc.

  At this pace, reaching Level 100 would take less than a thousand seconds.

  About seventeen minutes to finish leveling.

  The previous Haniwa had taken way too long—an entire day—but having enemies come to us like this made leveling much easier.

  Well, orcs were tough monsters to begin with, making them unsuitable for solo hunting by beginners.

  Without the Mark of the Weak lowering the experience table, they’d become too inefficient to hunt in a party past Level 10.

  Being able to mow them down this easily while leveling up was, under normal circumstances, absurd.

  Only with Ingrid’s disruption, Amina’s buffs, and Nell’s high firepower could this be possible.

  Even the occasional weapon-wielding orc could be easily handled with slight adjustments.

  We didn’t get another scroll drop, but orc loot was scattered all over the ground.

  Since we had to keep fighting, we left everything but the valuable scrolls where they were.

  Magic stones, hides, and clubs were the orcs’ main drops.

  Having them littering the ground wasn’t ideal, but stopping to pick them up would disrupt our rhythm—a bigger problem right now.

  We just kicked aside anything that might get in the way and focused solely on killing orcs.

  Soon, we hit the 90s, and leveling was nearly done.

  That’s when it happened.

  "Covering fire!!"

  A young man’s voice—not from our party.

  A bolt of lightning struck the orc, followed by an arrow piercing its forehead.

  Then, a man in armor dashed forward, cutting down the orc in a single stroke before nding in front of us.

  "You’re safe now! Fall back and rest!"

  The crowning touch? A handsome man fshing a dazzling smile as he addressed us.

  "Uh… you’re in the way."

  He radiated pure goodwill, acting like he’d just saved us—but what he’d actually done was straight-up steal our kills.

  Maybe that’s why my response came out with genuine irritation.

  "What are you talking about!? You might be fine, but the dies with you aren’t! I’ve been watching—you’ve been making that girl in the back lure monsters for a continuous battle! That’s insane!"

  Ah. From an outsider’s perspective, we must’ve looked like reckless maniacs fighting nonstop.

  "Insane!? We were perfectly fine! We were fighting smoothly until you butted in! Who do you think you are!?"

  But wow, that wording was pretty condescending.

  It made it sound like I was selfishly dragging Nell and the others along.

  Nell, bristling at the implication, was the first to snap back.

  "I am Ares, leader of the Twilight Bde! An A-rank adventurer party destined for S-rank. Pleasure to meet you, fox girl."

  Completely unfazed, the adventurer named Ares kept smiling.

  A-rank adventurers were among the upper echelons in terms of ability, even in the game.

  I didn’t recognize the name "Ares," but if his party could one-shot tough orcs, they must’ve had impressive stats.

  "……"

  But his attitude didn’t sit well with Nell.

  Her tail bristled, and she rubbed her arms as if chilled before hiding behind me.

  "Oh? Shy, are we? Don’t be like that—come on out."

  Dude, you need to visit an optometrist.

  There’s no way to interpret that as anything but discomfort.

  "Master, what shall we do? With this interference, it may be best to resume another day.""Agreed. Everyone, we’re retreating. Gather the drops."

  As the man tried to peer around me at Nell, Ingrid stepped in his way.

  After giving him a brief, expressionless gnce, she turned to me for instructions.

  "Understood.""Wait! We’re not done here! You there—why didn’t you stop your master’s recklessness!? Keeping up such a dangerous fighting style would’ve endangered your life as his maid!""I judged that my master’s chosen battle pn was feasible. In fact, I considered the level of risk to be within acceptable parameters."

  Once again, Ingrid positioned herself between the man and me.

  "You call sending a maid into the frontlines the right way to fight!? That’s wrong!""That is your subjective opinion. If anything, you eliminated the monsters without even checking if we needed assistance. That is a clear viotion of adventurer etiquette.""Your lives were at stake! As an A-rank adventurer, I judged it an emergency. I still believe I was right.""I cannot fathom why you deemed it dangerous, but we have no injuries. We also had stamina to spare and were efficiently defeating orcs through coordination. We even have trophies from enhanced weapon-wielding orcs, proving our capability. Thus, from our perspective, there was no danger. From our standpoint, you are nothing but obstructors."

  Faced with her unwavering demeanor, Ares abandoned trying to confront me and instead focused on persuading Ingrid—but her stoic expression didn’t budge.

  "We will be filing a compint with the Adventurer’s Guild at a ter date.""I was just helping because it looked dangerous!"

  As she continued matter-of-factly stating the facts, Ares’ earlier pretentiousness faded, his face twisting into a bitter scowl as he insisted on his own righteousness.

  "The guild can judge your actions. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be preparing to withdraw.""I said wait—"

  Just as she tried to end the conversation, he reached out to grab her arm.

  "Lay a hand on me, and I’ll report it as assault."

  His hand froze mid-air.

  "Are you sure you want to proceed?"

  That single line was the final blow.

  Ares, the so-called hero, could only grit his teeth in frustration and fall silent.