When you throw a person into an unfamiliar and extreme scenario, one of life and death, they usually panic. But what happens when said person just does not care in the slightest about their life, or almost anything for that matter?
You get someone w...
What happened last night? I just remember being at a bar and drinking out of spite... must've went home...I didn't even change my clothes...
Forcing my body to move, I immediately get the realization that this is, in fact, not my bedroom. The dirt patch I was laying on kinda confirms that. The memories flood back to me, how I died and was reborn as a goddess's hero, and I fall backwards, sitting down as I try to regain my bearings.
I'd ask for Willows explanations again, but...it'd be pretty pathetic if I were to immediately ask for help when I haven't even gotten up properly, huh?
Getting onto my feet, I dust myself off and take in my surroundings. A forest, with trees and bushes. Not the worst place to be spat out by a god portal. Not the best, but hey I'm trying to be optimistic here. I'm not good at it.
With no directions other than the sound of some water, I decide to head towards said sound. I mean, Follow the river and you'll probably find civilization, that's what I was taught by 3am YouTube searching. Forcing my way through shrubbery and trees, I stumble upon a calm river, which I use to wash the dirt off of my face and wake me up.
???: "OI, HUMIE."
What's with the gruff Australian Voice?
???: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY TERRITORY?"
It's coming from the woods...
(Y/N): "Well, I woke up here after drinking too much booze."
???: "GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I MINCE YOU UP!"
A muscular man almost as tall as me burst from the trees, Clad in what looks like leather armor with a dehorned deer skull strapped to his belt, with green skin, tied back dreadlocks, and...Are those tusks coming from his lower jaw?
Yup. I'm pretty sure that's either the average Floridian or an Orc.
(Y/N): "That sounds like you wanna fight."
Orc: "THERES GONNA BE A FIGHT IF YOU DON'T START RUNNIN'!"
(Y/N): "THEN BRING IT ON, YOU UGLY SON OF A BITCH!"
The orc lets out a battle cry, Throwing a haymaker my way. Unfortunately for him, he's super slow and I dodge it with ease. An uppercut to the stomach, jab the jaw, Hook to the same spot, and a palm heel strike to the teeth is all it takes to bring him down.
Orc: "*Groan*..."
(Y/N): "That was...surprisingly easy."
Orc: "Oh, screw you...I ain't done with you yet..."
(Y/N): "You're still on the ground."
Orc: "Shut up...Give me a second, and I'll put you 6 feet unda'. I'll show you what a chieftains son...can really do..."
(Y/N): "Then get up."
The orc uneasily gets up, looking dazed and already pretty worn out, bleeding from the nose. He puts up his fists, and tries to punch me, but I dodge it again. He tries again, and I dodge again. Punch, dodge, punch, dodge. This cycle kept going on until the weight of his punch toppled him over. I guess the hits to the jaw really must've rattled his brain.
???: "Hey, Human."
(Y/N): "Huh?"
Now there's a gruff female voice. Turning around, I see a...Uh...
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