There Is No World For ■■-Chapter 134: There Is No Mercy for the Protagonist. (4)

The chieftain’s tent was deathly silent.

The festive mood from the earlier meal had vanished, leaving the orcs seated in grim contemplation.

By the time the sweet scent of Spam lingering in the air had completely dissipated, Boldugu, who had been fidgeting with his tusks, finally broke the silence.

“...Where are the guests?”

“They’ve been escorted to their tent.”

“Make sure to take special care of them—especially the pregnant woman. Provide plenty of fuel.”

The “fuel” he referred to was dried animal dung—a precious resource in the desert where firewood was scarce.

But supplies were running low.

It was barely enough to meet the clan’s needs, and perhaps that’s why one of the younger orcs abruptly raised his head and spoke.

“Uh... Chieftain, do we really need to give them fuel? We barely have enough for ourselves. Wouldn’t it be easier to just lock them up—”

He didn’t get to finish.

Boldugu shot him a sharp glare.

“Since when did we make prisoners out of guests?”

“....”

“Don’t forget—without tradition, we’re no better than beasts.”

The room fell silent as one of the orcs left the tent to deliver Boldugu’s orders.

Just as the uneasy quiet was about to settle again, an orc with a broken right tusk suddenly snapped.

“Why are we even hesitating? Just sell them already!”

“...Gadudu, shut your mouth.”

“Chieftain, can’t you see? This is a golden opportunity!”

“Opportunity?”

Boldugu’s scowl deepened, but Gadudu didn’t bother to restrain himself.

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“Those Earthlings will sell for a fortune in the cities! We could meet the quotas the Wraiths demanded and buy enough Spam to last the summer. Then we could finally return home!”

“....”

“Honestly, isn’t it a waste of time to even be discussing this? What’s the point of tradition? A clan needs to survive first!”

“Enough!”

Boldugu slammed his fist against the ground, but Gadudu didn’t flinch.

In fact, several of the other orcs seemed to agree with him, nodding subtly.

Watching the shift in the room, Boldugu massaged his temples and asked,

“Is this what you all believe? That we should abandon our traditions and sell our guests like animals?”

That was when others began speaking up.

“Chieftain, be realistic. It’ll take at least a month to catch enough beastmen to meet our quotas. And we’ll lose plenty of men doing it.”

“Besides, wasn’t slave hunting never part of our traditions in the first place? Maybe survival matters more until the Wraiths leave.”

“And let’s not forget—they’re Earthlings. Even the gods wouldn’t blame us for dealing with them.”

The orcs voicing these opinions were younger, their words dripping with impatience and desperation to return home.

Boldugu scanned the tent, letting out a heavy sigh.

“...No one has a different opinion? No one?”

A few of the older orcs looked visibly uncomfortable but still said nothing.

Boldugu had expected this.

Even his own convictions were starting to waver.

But just as he was about to give up, one orc raised his hand.

It was Balagu—the scarred orc known for his battle-hardened experience.

“Balagu? Do you have something to say?”

Balagu glanced around the tent before speaking cautiously.

“Chieftain. Brothers. May I point out a small... oversight?”

“Oversight?”

“Everyone’s speaking as if we’ve already captured the guests. But... have we really?”

“...What do you mean?”

“Some of you must’ve noticed—the guests carried weapons. Not guns, but a sword and a hammer.”

“...A sword and a hammer? Earthlings?”

“Yes. And even with my limited knowledge, I could tell—they were high-quality.”

Several orcs exchanged uneasy glances.

It was something they’d overlooked—how had Earthlings come through the desert carrying such exceptional weapons?

“Are you suggesting we be afraid?”

Gadudu shot to his feet, shouting in frustration.

“They’re just an Earthling runt and a pregnant woman! You think we should cower before them?”

“I’m saying we should be cautious. What if they’re... supers?”

“Cautious? Balagu, mind your tongue. Say one more word, and I’ll take it as an insult to the warriors of this clan!”

“....”

Balagu fell silent under Gadudu’s glare. Even Boldugu shook his head in disappointment.

But Gadudu only puffed out his chest, addressing the rest of the tent.

“Brothers! Chieftain! Enough of this debate. Let’s talk about what we’ll buy once we sell those Earthlings!”

“What nonsense are you—”

“I already gave the order. The men outside should be restraining the ‘guests’—no, the merchandise—as we speak.”

Boldugu shot to his feet, roaring.

“Gadudu! Are you out of your mind?!”

The orcs froze at the outburst, shocked by the violation of the chieftain’s authority.

“Chieftain, get a grip! I wouldn’t have done it if I had any other choice!”

“You fool! What if they’re not mere guests but nobles—or worse, monsters?”

“If they’re nobles, we sell them. If they’re monsters, we kill them. Simple as that!”

And then—

BOOM!

A deafening explosion shook the ground beneath them.

*****

The orcs all turned toward the entrance of the tent.

“What was that noise?”

Before Boldugu’s question could be answered, another BOOM echoed through the ground.

Was this what a giant’s footsteps in mythology would sound like?

The carpets rippled, and the orcs stumbled as the ground shook beneath them.

“W-what the hell? An earthquake?”

“An earthquake? In the Demon Realm? Don’t be ridiculous! Go outside and—”

Before Boldugu could finish, a bloodcurdling scream cut him off.

—“Aaagh!!”

—“C-call for—urk!”

—“Fight ba—!”

The screams were all orc voices.

Each impact brought more cries, only to be silenced one by one, followed by the sound of tents collapsing.

It happened in an instant.

“Get outside! Find out what’s happening—now!”

The orcs scrambled to obey, but before they could, the entrance burst open.

Or more accurately—an orc was hurled through it, smashing the frame to pieces.

With a thud, the orc tumbled across the floor.

Boldugu rushed over to check, recognizing the face immediately—it was the one he’d sent to guard the guests.

“No way...”

The orcs gawked at the entrance, and through the swirling desert dust, a girl with black hair emerged.

“The food wasn’t bad, but your hospitality? Utter garbage.”

She stood there, wielding a hammer nearly as big as a dwarf, her blue eyes sweeping across the orcs.

“...So, slavers, huh?”

Only one orc in the tent could sense mana, but they didn’t need magical detection to feel it.

Everyone instinctively reached for their weapons.

They knew.

The girl in front of them wasn’t ordinary—she was a superhuman.

Even with the orcs’ killing intent fixed on her, she only smirked.

“Oh, right. You lot don’t talk to women.”

“....”

“Well, consider yourselves lucky it’s me. If my husband came instead, he’d probably kill you all.”

Her voice was casual, almost bored, but her words lit a fire under Gadudu.

“You ungrateful Earthling!!”

He roared and lunged, drawing a dagger from his waist.

There was no finesse, no strategy.

Just brute strength—throwing his entire body into a reckless charge.

If his opponent had been an ordinary girl, his attack might’ve been fatal.

After all, an orc’s body was a weapon in itself.

But she wasn’t ordinary.

She was a superhuman.

And her kick moved faster than his blade.

CRACK!

A flawless spinning kick slammed into Gadudu’s jaw.

It was almost artistic—her precision so sharp it seemed rehearsed.

Gadudu’s body lifted off the ground and crashed into a tent pole with a THUD, leaving cracks in the wood.

He twitched, but didn’t get up.

Judging by the small spasms, he wasn’t dead—but he wouldn’t be waking anytime soon.

“So, who’s next?”

Silence.

Not a sound came from the orcs.

One of their strongest warriors had been taken down in a single kick.

It was surreal.

She wasn’t a knight from the empire or some noble from the cities—just a young girl.

And yet, here she was, standing tall after effortlessly incapacitating one of their best.

Unbelievable as it was, reality didn’t care.

The orcs began closing ranks around Boldugu, weapons raised.

The girl hoisted her hammer, ready to fight.

Just as the tension hit its breaking point—

Balagu stepped forward.

“Guest, I offer my apologies on behalf of the clan.”

Even as he bowed deeply, the girl didn’t lower her hammer.

“Oh? And what exactly are you apologizing for?

“For giving my husband and me drugged drinks? Or for chaining our wrists and trying to sell us as slaves? Or maybe for throwing us into a portable cage?”

“....”

“Still, if you’re willing to give me what I want, maybe I’ll let it slide.”

Balagu glanced at Boldugu and the others.

The chieftain, clearly desperate, signaled him to do whatever it took to resolve the situation.

Balagu nodded.

“Name your price. If it’s within our power, we’ll provide it as penance for our actions.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

For the first time, the girl’s expression shifted slightly.

She tilted her head, pretending to consider the offer, then gripped the handle of her hammer.

“Everything you’ve got. Hand it over.”