Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

"I... cannn nott telll you," the Alpha Orc responded, its voice shaking slightly.

Lyrian walked closer, tilting his head as he squinted his eyes, "What? Why not? You will tell me..."

"N-no! I mustt nottt.... they will surely slayy mee inn enddlesss paainnn."

"Slay you? I'm already about to slay you, so there isn't any point in worrying about those humans that you speak of," Lyrian stated without any remorse.

Hearing this, the orc grimaced, feeling the horrible emotion of death loom over it.

Noticing this, Lyrian mused if he could use it to his advantage, "However..." He began to speak, "If you tell me, then I will let you live."

The Alpha Orc's eyes lit up as it heard this, but it was clearly still a bit skeptical to answer.

Lyrian continued on noticing this, justifying his words, "Without your orc minions you will be useless, so there wouldn't be any point in my wasting my time to take your life."

This was clearly enough to make the orc fully convinced, seeing the ray of hope in this darkness.

Although it was a beast, its intelligence was higher than that of a goblin or hobgoblin--so it could understand and experience relief.

"So... tell me then. These humans, who are they?" Lyrian questioned, as the orc hesitantly looked at the dark purple crystal on its necklace.

"They... theyyy wereee offf theee bl--" The Alpha Orc's voice suddenly stopped, turning into a horrible scream, "KREEAAWW!"

Its screech echoed through the cave, as a dark purple aura surged out from the pendant and surrounded its entire body.

The orc continued to scream, squirming in pain on the ground as its eyes nearly popped out of its sockets.

"So that's what he meant when he said they would torture him to death. I'm sure not even he fully understood what that meant himself since he was willing to try and give them away. But... he understands now."

After a solid ten seconds of this excruciating pain, the orc finally found relief and began to pant.

"Try again," Lyrian stated, but the orc quickly retorted.

"Noo! Damnn youu!! I wwoulldd rattther dieee thannn expeerienncee thattt agaain!"

"Fine then." Lyrian walked up to the orc, quickly grabbing a hold of the necklace.

The orc tried to move away at first but stopped at it and realized what Lyrian was doing.

The orc looked at the necklace, then at Lyrian with hope once again in its eyes.

Lyrian tugged on the necklace, and at once the same purple aura enveloped his body as an excruciating pain scorched his skin.

The horrible pain seemed to travel through his veins and even his meridians, stretching them out temporarily in a pain that Lyrian had nearly forgotten.

However, going through pain was one of Lyrian's strong points. Compared to what he had gone through before, with the training he had purposefully put himself through--with the ascension to the 5th level of the Ancient Library of Anaviotis, and much, much more, this truly paled in comparison.

He regained his composure, gritting his teeth as all the veins in his neck popped out.

Enhancing his hand, he pulled the pendant hard, causing it to whip off the orc's neck.

The pain immediately subsided, and Lyrian stored the material in his storage ring.

At that moment, he felt a sudden weakness wash over him. He hadn't noticed this feeling before since he was busy dealing with the pain.

"What is this? It feels like when I use too much mana..." Lyrian said, checking his stats.

[MP: 300/429.5 (+50)]

'What?' Lyrian's eyes widened, 'I know for a fact that I haven't used so much mana.' He looked down at his hand.

'It absorbed that much of my mana in such a short time? How powerful... if that falls into the wrong hands...'

He paused for a moment, thinking, 'But... if that falls into my hands.' His eyes lit up slightly at the thought of it.

But he quickly shrugged it off, recentering his attention to the matter at hand.

"The precaution they put on you is gone. Speak, orc. Your words decide whether you live or die."

The orc paused, taking a gulp before speaking, "Theeyy... weree offf blaacckk clotthinng. Powweerrfulll menn, faceesss hiddenn... Theeyy perscrribeedd me thisss taasskk andd forrceedd meee to caapturee chilldreen withh a contractt sayyinng I wwoulld bee abble ttooo devourr manny. I wasss grannted extra powerr in returnn."

"What did they want the kids for?"

"That... I doo nott know."

"Do you know anything elsee of importance?"

"Whatt? Off immporrtanncee? Well... n--"

The orc was cut off, its head sliced clean off of its neck.

Lyrian slashed his blade in the air, ridding it of blood as he sheathed it.

He hovered his hand over the Alpha Orc's dead corpse, "Reap."

At once the white soul exited the creature's body and entered his chest.

The orc quickly dissolved into dust, as Lyrian inherited the plethora of information that it held.

"I guess that really was everything it knew," Lyrian said, not finding anything else of interest within his new memories.

However... he did manage to see what these 'men in black' that the orc was talking about looked like.

The memories were blurry in his mind for some reason, as if they were coated by something.

He couldn't exactly ascertain what they looked like, but the men looked to be wearing clothing that looked similar to a ninja's attire.

They also had a crest on the right side of their chest, but Lyrian couldn't tell what it was through his memories alone.

'Stupid orc and it's trash memory capabilities...' He thought, turning around, "But now I know that there is most likely a group behind this."

With that, he began running toward the exit. "I have to make it to Rothis and the others as soon as possible."

[Already Fused Soul Storage: 4/8]

[Unfused Soul Storage: 1/4]

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Name: Og

Species: Orc

Age: 46

Overall Power (OP): 9 (11)

Health: 95/95 (+15)

Stamina: 93/93 (+15)

Strength: 97 (+15)

Agility: 93 (+15)

Defense: 98 (+15)

Rank: Genesis: Layer 2

Special: This creature holds the [Title: Alpha]. All stats are increased.

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