Chapter 74 (1/2)

Fortunately, there were some spider legs remaining for me to eat. These guys still had some sense of loyalty. I was glad they left some to me despite being so hungry.

“Um, melt the cobwebs here...”

I applied a thick sauce made from melting cobwebs. The blue sauce didn’t look appetizing but it smelled good.

“Let’s eat now.” I tore at a roasted leg like a wild tiger that had been starved for a few days.

“It’s okay.”

I was recharging the cobwebs. More than 100 were filled up at once.

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ says that he wants to eat.]

I had taken only one bite of the food...

Still, what could be done? I had to feed my family member.

“Sol...”

“Master! Give me some!”

Ever since that day, it seemed like Solar would just suddenly show up...

I looked up at the sky and called out, “Hey, Prometheus.”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is blinking in a puzzled manner.]

“You gave me your memories the other day. Is that why Solar has been showing up all the time?”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ says yes.]

Certainly, a lot has changed since that day. The way I looked at the game, my perspective, and my attitude. Everything was different. Prometheus’ memories of his life had affected me and I set new goals. The only thing I was worried about was if I could do what this guy wanted. I had no confidence. It wasn’t pleasant when thinking about the hardsh.i.p.s I would have to go through in the future.

Just then, Gorba approached me from behind while eating meat. “Chwik. Thank you, Brother. You showed us how to enjoy food.”

Gorba chewed on the meat as he spoke.

“Well, it is something new. By the way, what about the other orcs?”

“They’re coming soon. They want to eat the roasted food first before coming. Kulalala!” Gorba laughed and shook his head. “Brother, there is something I want to give you.”

“What do you want to give...?”

I looked up and saw Gorba pulling something out. It was a small piece of bone with blue teeth. At first glance, it looked like an unusual object. Gorba handed it to me. “What is this?”

“My orcram.”

“Orcram...?”

[The Blue Tooth Orcram has been acquired.]

“Chwik. Since ancient times, orcs have been divided by strength. If you fight and win, you can take away your opponent’s orcram and gain a higher status. In particular, the orcram of a tribe chieftain is more special. It is made from the blood and bones of Mudur, the first orc.”

The blue tooth drawn on the orcram shone brightly.

“Why are you giving this to me?”

“It is a reward for saving my life. It is also my sincerity to thank you for letting our tribe know about cooking. Chwiik.”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is nodding at Gorba’s loyalty.]

I touched the orcram that he handed over. I turned it upside down, looked at it from the side, and illuminated it in the sunlight. “Don’t you need this? What if you are kicked from your chieftain position?”

“Kulalala! Don't worry about that. In fact,the tradition of fighting for the orcram has long been lost in our tribe. I just don’t know about the other tribes. Chwiik. My father, the previous chief, banned it, saying that it was a bad habit that fostered a rift between the orcs.”

His father? Gorba’s father must’ve been a wise leader. In the old Joseon Dynasty of literature and martial arts, he would have a great longevity. As expected, it was true that excellent children appeared due to good parents. I wondered if I was a good father to my children and a good grandfather to my grandchildren.

“Thank you, Gorba. However, where can I use this?”

“Guruk. A strong human like you will probably wander the world and meet other orc tribes one day.

“Maybe that will be the case.”

“Chwik. The orcram is an expression of identity. It might be gone in our tribe but there are still other tribes who use the orcram system. If you meet them one day and show them this, you will be treated as a chieftain.”

“Doesn’t this mean you won’t be treated as a chieftain?”

“It doesn’t matter. We only meet once a year in the north. There is Mudur’s tomb there and I don’t think the orcram is needed. In fact, I think the orcram system should be abolished.”

He was more far-sighted than I thought. There was a sense of depth and planning. I thought for a moment that it would’ve been great if this guy was an NPC. [1] If so, I would’ve made him work hard. Oh, it was a shame.

I clicked my tongue and thanked him. Then I heard the footsteps of the orcs rushing from behind.

“They’re already here.”

They quickly gathered around the burning bonfire. Then they started roasting the meat according to the recipe I taught them. They knocked on their chest when they saw something they liked and I laughed as well. “Gorba, I have a question.”

“Guruk. Tell me, Brother.”

“Aren’t you stronger than the spiders? Then why did you say that they are your nemesis?”

Gorba snorted and replied, “It is because of the poison.”

“Poison?”

“We are vulnerable to poison. 500 years ago, Mudur was killed by the poison of spiders. We who are born of his blood are naturally weak to poison. In addition, the spider population is large and the cobwebs are annoying.”

Indeed, it was true. There were many spiders. It was at least ten times the number of orcs I had seen. The spider king’s cave might’ve been cleared but there would still be other caves. Maybe the spider queen had a cave. For the orcs who couldn’t use fire, the cobwebs were likely to be fatal. Indeed, spiders were the natural enemies of the orcs. Then something suddenly struck me. ”Wait, nemesis? Nemesis...”

I looked up at the sky.

“Prometheus.”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is asking why you are calling.]

“If my memories are correct, Aldebaran had a natural enemy. Isn’t that right?”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is nodding and saying that you’re right.]

“Then wouldn’t his son, Minotaur, have one?”

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ says it is probably the case.]