It was the 10th day of my arrival in this new world, and I have officially found an ally in the form of a powerful but strangely naïve orc, who was the leader of a tribe. He will be brawn and I will be the brain, we will collaborate to keep these goblins under the wraps.

As for completely eradicating them, I disagreed with Logier in this aspect. For one it was virtually impossible to completely get rid of them with their over the top proliferation rate, and two, I have my own reason to do so. From the orc Logier, I came to know that if a monster kills and devours the flesh of other monsters, their strength would increase faster than just growing naturally with age. I was planning to make these goblins as fodders for my future orc army.

My future orc army… why did I call it like that you ask?

This had to do with the promises I forced upon Logier. After they win the small-scale war against the goblins, I would be the “strategical advisor” of the newly established orc tribe and therefore be protected by them. This way I can build a protective roof above me until I evolve into something stronger. At least strong enough to keep me safe. Logier, faced with the threat of annihilation, agreed to this without thinking much. Maybe it was because he lacked the ability to see through my wordings. Either way, I am not complaining.

As the strategical advisor, I would have complete control over the military aspect of the tribe. I asked Logier about the number of members in his tribe, and his reply made me stagger back in shock and made me realize the scale of the danger he was facing in his natural habitat.

“Including the young one born recently, our tribe had reached a number of seven hundred.”

Seven hundred orcs, deducting a hundred children among them, there were six hundred orcs with strength somewhat similar Logier, and yet they were suppressed by those Bloodyvores. It made me wonder what the total number of Bloodyvores was, therefore I asked him about this.

“initially those Bloodyvores had the same number of people as us, but due to the birth of “Unique Class” many other orc tribes chose to join them in their own accord, later the newly unified Bloodyvores raided and devoured a few more orc tribes to become a force more than a few thousands.” To this Logier looked angry as he slammed his fist to the tiled floor, caving it in with his strength. The Bloodyvores who were rivals of his tribe since many generations frustrated him to the point of losing his mind. Having to run away from your own place, this feeling was not something that easy to swallow even if it was a monster.

I sympathized with him as I too faced a similar situation not long ago. Like how Logier held sentiments against the Bloodyvore tribe, I also had my own opinions and agendas against the empire that summoned me. But I was too weak and had no means to take my revenge at this time. In this regard, both Logier and I were the same as well.

Internally however I vowed to help this orc to have his revenge. Only that way I can have a faithful follower who will respect me. Well, of course, I am following the ways I read in books and games, but who said they won’t work?

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I waited until Logier recovered before we started our first collaboration. It was my second condition for him. Logier had to help me with my strength growth. It was simple, all I wanted to him to do was to bring the targeted goblins close to death and I will give the final blow. The internet back on earth had a very interesting term to this; power leveling. And I was going to do exactly that.

“So we are going to attack the goblin base?” Logier asked me incredulously. In his opinion, it would be a disaster to attack a base camp without enough support. Normally he would be right, except we aren’t exactly attacking their stronghold.

“No” I started to explain my plan again to this slow pig, “we will just loiter around the edges and do hit and run tactics.” That’s right I had planned to employ the guerrilla warfare with those goblins until Logier brings his whole tribe here. Although my plan was amateurish, against these goblins with questionable IQ it wasn’t a problem to pull it off. I don’t have to be worried about food for a few days, the heap of bodies strewn across the corridor… they were enough to keep both Logier and me alive and healthy for long.

As such, we headed for the edges of the goblin habitat. I followed behind Logier. Well he could have given me a lift, but as an orc, he felt too ‘humiliating’ to let a ‘mere imp’ sit on his shoulders, therefore I had to walk on my own feet behind him.

We walked through the corridor and arrived at the outskirts of the goblin habitat. The foul smell of goblins’ unhygienic lifestyle permeated into our nostrils even before we arrived at the destination. As I have said before, these goblins had a tendency to litter just about everywhere. Not even their own homes were spared from this nasty practice.

The orcs appearance alarmed the goblin troops on the watch out as they blew a horn to warn everyone. Unlike me who was living inside a hole, these goblins had taken up a whole clearing filled with bushes and trees as their homes. Even I was surprised to see such a thing inside a dungeon and half thought that we were actually outside of the gloomy prison. If not for Logier’s earlier explanation about this dungeon, I would have never believed the existence of such a thing.

Even though it’s called a dungeon, in reality, each floor had a separate ecosystem of its own. There was virtually no difference between a dungeon and outside, even the space inside each floor was independent of dungeon’s volume. All this was achieved by magic. I was marveled at such an infrastructure and also secretly afraid of those who made this trap.

[Cast illusion]

I mumbled the skill name, activating it with just a voice command. At the same time, I had a scenario in my mind, which I made my target to see. In that scenario, the orc’s massive hands strangled it. To such an illusion, it started to flail wildly, swing its rusty weapon around. The few goblins surrounding it received various degrees of injuries as the whole formation broke down in an instant.

“Logier, now” I commanded the huge orc, who swung his crudely made ax and slammed it to the floor with all his strength.

Boom!!

A shock wave generated from the impact, pushing the small platoon of goblins behind. A few were grievously injured from the debris flying from the broken floor. Clutching my pole, I closed on to those half-dead goblins then thrust my pole through their eyes, and killed them in an instant.

I continued this for a while before we retreated when the goblin’s main force lead by another bulky looking goblin came out of the camp. Having recovered just recently, Logier had no confidence if he could take on another massive force of goblins. We had to retreat for now. Perhaps they were afraid of Logier’s strength; the goblins didn’t dare to follow us.

We returned to the place where my hole lied.

“Little friend, I must lie down and rest for a while. My body needs a lot of sleep after I use my ability.” With that, Logier started snoring loudly. As for me, I sat down inside my hole and started to calculate my gains.

Coming from top, there was no increase in any of my physical attributes except for AGI, which increased by a mere 0.6, making it 0.9.

The huge change only occurred in three places, my two skills, and EPs. Infrared vision reached level 1 amidst our fight. As for Cast Illusions, it increased from 2 to 2.03, the increase was minuscule but that’s because I only used it twice. Finally, my evolution points whose significance I have yet to understand reached 24. Twenty-six more points before I fill the bar. Only then would I understand what the thing was all about.

Opening my status which floating to the corner of my vision, I saw a very satisfactory scene.

Name: Alex Race: Infant Imp(?)

HP: 20/20 MP: 13/13

STR: 1.15 AGI: 0.9 INT: 5 WIS: 3

Evolution Points: 24/50 (?)

Skills: Infrared Vision(Lv 1), Cast Illusion(Lv 2.03)