Chapter 71 71: A Mother's Love



A distant memory surfaced in his mind, which was so vivid and vital to him because it was the first night his mother agreed to train him.

The memory was of his mother, her beautiful face radiant as she sat her young son on her lap, they were looking at images on her datapad, and the moment orcs were shown, the young Raven pointed to them.

"Ah, Gwanfather! Gwandma!"

His words caused a sudden jolt in the body of Mor'Grana as she looked at her son, realising something that she forgot to teach him; it was something like breathing to her, so how could she remember it off the top of her head?

"No... Alistair..." 

"No?" He asked, tilting his head.

"These are not good orcs."

Her words might have been simplified, but how could she expect her son to understand the difference between the dungeon orcs and the ones that greeted them each morning down the road, offering their oranges and fruits to the cute Alistair?

A crooked smile came to Raven's face as he took another step, the rain now hammering down onto his body as the loud pitter-patter of the droplets formed a background song, their rhythm fast and enchanting.

"Buhi?" (What are you saying?)

The leading orc asked his weapon now on his back, walking closer to the stationary Raven whose face was hidden as he looked down, his shoulders quivering as if crying.

Somehow the leader wished to soothe his fellow orc; their kind typically never fought even over women.

Slowly he approached merely a dozen centimetres from Raven's body. As he began to reach out, the scene was almost warming from the back, and the females started to place their children down, seeming to feel the danger was over, and now there was a strong and virile male in the tribe.

Why would they feel any sorrow? The dungeon monsters and orcs, as a tribe, prefer a person's power over the sentiment of a lover.

Only rare orcs or those with purer bloodlines. 

The stronger an orc's bloodline, the closer their feelings to a human; nobles and royalty loved and cared for each other and would gladly die for a spouse, but an average orc would eat her husband and children if starving.

"Buguhi!" (It's great to have such a strong warrior joining us!) The leader said, his voice prideful and happy.

However, the instant his hand tapped Raven's shoulder, the sound of tearing flesh, and organs being ripped apart, filled the area as a sharp tail penetrated through the leader's chest.

Its barbed tip yanked the leader's organs onto the floor as his life began to wane rapidly, being sucked dry through the thick end.

"Hahahaahahahahaha!" 

"Fucking dungeon monsters, dare to trick me!"

[...]

The next moment, the illusion began to shimmer and fade as Raven's body trembled with countless bloody wounds and scars and stood in the centre of a strange arena, almost a bloody ocean filling it. 

A ferocious orc with its axe lodged in Raven's shoulder as blood poured from the wound was held in the air, his tail slowly drinking the orc alive, its face filled with despair as it desperately tried to escape from his inevitable death.

'Fucking trial! I'll destroy you! They were wailing on my body while you showed me such a damn peaceful image!'

[I don't control the trial contents....]

'I don't give a fuck! Look at my body... If I go home like this, EMILY WILL CRY!'

[She's just a...]

'I dare you to finish those words, and I'll tear your shitty gates down right now. I can become strong without you.'

[Ugh.... please... I am just....]

Raven stepped forward, grabbing the giant orc's face, the eyes still slightly resilient and filled with a violent hatred towards him.

Bang!

Unable to attack the system, he smashed the orc's face against the solid ground, ensuring he didn't hit enough to kill or break the orc's bones.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

For over an hour, he tortured the orc, the anger towards this situation causing him to feel a sense of distrust and desire to dominate not just his enemies but he would conquer this technique.

'I will make you obey me; if I say jump, you fly!'

[You think a mere orc can achieve that, what arrogance!]

"Arrogance is fine; mere orc is fine!"

Raven's body spread his arms, dried and fresh blood splashing around him, covering the countless orc corpses as his head flicked back, looking into the sky as he bellowed with a broad, devilish grin, his hand tightly grasping Mor'vaal swinging it towards the sky, picturing his axe cutting down the twelve gates and standing above their ruined remains.

"Because that's who I am!"

He didn't wait for any response, grabbing the massive chest with one arm, throwing it over his shoulder with the handle and walking towards the exit.

In the darkness, three figures stood watching as the 3rd bar of the second gate was filled. 

Two males, one short and familiar, one tall and elf-like.

One female, her eyes watching the boy slowly walking away, his powerful shoulders carrying a massive axe and treasure chest, his chest filled with bloody scars, yet he pushed it out with pride.

"My little Alistair... You remembered my words... Even after you grew up so big...."

"Hey... Even if you are little Philis' dad! If my little Raven doesn't heal fully, I'll fucking kill you!" The short male began to kick the shins of the tall elf. His deep voice was filled with powerful emotion.

"Oi oi... little man, why did you never act this way for him? It's no wonder he only remembers your wife... Are you going to watch him steal her away, look at how shiny her eyes are!"

"Shut the fuck up! I will make him fuck your wife; she's still living down there, right? How about your other daughter!"

The elf suddenly began to fight back as the two men started using pro-wrestling moves on each other.

"You leave my cute Delia alone! I already have one crazed slut of a daughter, don't make it two! Ah... Delia... Papa will come back.... wait... Papa will save you from that damn orc!"

"Heh... just because your cock is tiny..." 

"OI! GOD MIGHT FORGIVE YOU, BUT I SURE AS HELL WON'T!"

Alandris, the father of Philis and Delia, began to scream, drawing his bow as she started shooting at the phantom of Sylvester Bellhume, Raven's father.

They slowly faded inside the dungeon's darkness as Raven jumped out of the portal.

Mor'Grana was still watching her boy as he became a man when she was not looking a sense of emotion on her face; as she clenched her ethereal hands, if she was a flesh body, there might be blood oozing from her fingers.

"Sylvester... I want to leave the dungeon... I want to be with our son again!"

A blur of black mist appeared beside her as Sylvester placed his hands on her tall shoulder, forced to use his skills to remain in the air to not look like a child beside her.

"Don't worry, Ana; it won't be long."

She looked to her loving husband, then back to the fading portal, her face forlorn and bitter.

"A second longer is already too long..."