Another World Reincarnation Chronicle

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The war has ended. The Shaman Orc, the culprit behind this incident, has vanished without a trace, and all the magic books he used were burned right in front of everyone.

As I quietly stared at the scene of the magic book crumbling into black ashes, an Orc knight approached me.

Before thousands of Orcs, the Orc knight knelt on one knee before me.

It was a simple motion, yet it held respect and gratitude towards me.

“Ke a go hlompha.”

Though I still couldn’t understand the Orc language, there was someone nearby to translate for me.

Glancing to my side, Agul opened his mouth to interpret the Orc knight’s words.

“The Orcs say they will never forget this grace.”

I awkwardly smiled at those words. Regardless of how they felt, I merely made that choice to survive.

I hadn’t fought to save the other Orcs, so receiving such excessive gratitude felt a bit burdensome.

The Orc knight continued to speak to me in an incomprehensible language.

Thanks to Agul’s real-time translation, I had no trouble understanding him.

“He wishes to dare call you a great warrior. Shall we allow it?”

“Ah, um… what does ‘great warrior’ exactly mean?”

“It is a title awarded only to great warriors. Gunther, who stands before you, is one of the Orcs that received this title.”

“Should I understand it as something like an honor medal?”

“Similar, yes.”

“Then, well…”

As I nodded, the expression on the Orc knight, or rather Gunther, visibly brightened.

It was quite fascinating that he could smile like this when his city was shattered.

Gunther raised his sword high and shouted loudly. The other Orcs cheered in response.

The debris of the fallen city was quickly cleaned up, and a tent village was formed as a temporary shelter.

The wounded Orcs seemed to accept the scars of war as if wearing them like badges, groaning but not shedding tears.

An execution ceremony for the Red Orcs took place. Bound by chains, they accepted their deaths silently without a word.

New blood rained down onto this land where the war had ceased.

The beheaded corpses of the Red Orcs were thrown into a massive pit of flames.

When night fell, Agul came to see me.

I had been provided with a personal tent, and inside it, piles of gifts left by hundreds of Orcs stacked high.

“Seris.”

“Mr. Agul.”

“The preparations for the ceremony are complete.”

I frowned at Agul’s awkward honorific. I tried to tell him to speak casually, but he shook his head.

He couldn’t dare speak informally to someone who received the title of a great warrior.

Outside the tent, preparations for a grand ceremony were underway. Or rather, as Agul said, they must have already been finished.

In the solemn silence, only the sound of our footsteps could be heard.

Following Agul, we arrived in the center of the ruined city.

There, a large bonfire blazed, and Gunther, armor off, awaited me alongside a Shaman Orc.

Thousands of Orcs gazed upon this place.

I swallowed hard as I approached Gunther.

He silently watched my approach and then handed me a large object wrapped in leather.

I looked at it with a stunned expression. I hadn’t seen the contents, but somehow, I could guess what was inside.

“This is…”

“e am ogele.”

“I hope you will accept it.”

Thousands of Orcs gazed at me with eager eyes.

I had expected a reward, but wasn’t this a bit too excessive?

I enhanced my body as I received the enormous gift.

As I unwrapped the thick leather, just as I suspected, Gunther’s sword revealed itself.

The sword, wrapped in a storm and bursting with lightning.

I didn’t know its exact name, but I could tell it was no ordinary sword.

“It seems a bit too big for me…”

I lifted the massive sword over my head, holding it with both hands.

Without enhancing my body, I wouldn’t even manage to lift it; it was that heavy.

In that moment, Gunther began to stomp his feet with a bright smile.

I was so startled by his sudden action that I almost dropped the sword.

My complaints didn’t reach Gunther.

Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!

With the sudden foot stomping, singing began to resonate.

I couldn’t tell who started first, but it didn’t take long for that song to spread among all the Orcs.

Amidst the grand singing, I heard Agul’s voice.

“It’s called Stormbringer.”

“Stormbringer?”

“It is the Orcs’ treasured sword filled with storms.”

“I don’t think I can accept something like this… Is there nothing else?”

Agul silently looked toward the ruined city.

Perhaps he was observing the charred buildings turned to ash and the traces of the Bone Dragon’s rampage that had collapsed the structures.

“I’m afraid for now, that’s all we have to offer.”

“What happens if I refuse?”

“I suppose they would follow you until you accept it.”

Taking Agul’s words to heart, I embraced the sword called Stormbringer.

It seemed far better to carry this huge sword than to drag around the burly Orcs.

After the Orcs’ song flowed forth, the next ceremony proceeded.

Agul guided me to stand before the Shaman Orc.

The Shaman held a wooden bowl filled with a thick, unidentifiable liquid.

Seeing its red color, it resembled blood.

“We’re marking the trace of the great warrior. Choose a place on your face or arms, wherever you wish.”

“Is this really necessary…? It can be removed, right?”

“Of course. It’s merely a ceremony after all…”

Nodding at Agul’s words, I extended my right hand.

Then the Shaman Orc plunged his finger into the bowl and began drawing a strange pattern on the back of my hand with the bright red liquid.

When all the work was finished, the Shaman Orc took my hand and raised it high.

A cheering roar erupted from thousands of Orcs.

I smiled awkwardly at that sight.

A 140cm small girl, surrounded by thousands of Orcs, revered as a great warrior—it looked quite bizarre.

As soon as the great warrior ceremony ended, a festival began immediately.

There was no alcohol, but there was monster meat from the hunt.

The Orcs sang loudly, seemingly trying to forget the pains of war as they danced with exaggerated gestures.

*

As the heat of the festival began to wane at dawn.

With the heat ignited by song and dance escaping, the Orcs began to collapse with exhaustion.

Perhaps it was because they moved too recklessly, still burdened by the fatigue of war.

I tied Stormbringer next to Nightmare.

He twitched his tail, seemingly displeased with the heavy weight, but there was no other choice.

I couldn’t carry a sword taller than me on my back.

“Then shall we go…”

Mounting Nightmare, I grasped the bridle.

I thought I wouldn’t be able to go to the Valley of Storms when the war broke out, but now that the war has ended, I could cross that valley without any problems.

Thud—thud—thud—!

Nightmare’s sturdy legs pounded the crimson earth as he charged forward.

The blood-soaked ground was muddy, and the heavy air mixed with the dawn fog emitted a nasty smell.

I looked up at the sky. The black smoke that veiled the sky was gradually retreating in harmony with the rising sun.

Morning was coming to signify the end of the war.

The brilliant sunlight began to reflect off the dark soil.

What emerged as the shadows lifted was the dreadful aftermath brought by war.

Orc corpses lay scattered across the ground, being devoured by monsters, both big and small.

I silently turned my gaze away. I ran for quite some time, focusing only on what lay ahead.

*

When the marks of the great warrior on my hand began to fade, I found myself arriving at the city of Kaum.

In stark contrast to the intact state I had seen before, the city lay in tatters.

It seemed that some Orcs who couldn’t escape remained behind, as the rubble of buildings hid the corpses of what appeared to be Gray Orcs.

“Ugh…”

Frowning, I passed through the city and headed toward the valley.

The wide road gradually narrowed.

The enormous twin mountains cast a deep shadow over the path, and the sound of the breeze passing through seemed to resemble the weeping of a person.

After running along the narrow road for a while, a small light appeared in the distance.

That light signified the end of the narrow path, and the moment I leaped into the light with Nightmare, a vast valley unfolded before me.

It felt as if my vision had cleared.

At the bottom of the twin valleys lay a small altar. It seemed the Orcs had performed ceremonies here.

However, that wasn’t the main concern.

I gazed blankly across the valley.

“Could it be…?”

Muttering absentmindedly, I jumped off Nightmare, who protested with a snort, but now was not the time to appease him.

I walked slowly to the edge of the valley.

There was nowhere to step, and only a wide expanse of blue sky spread out.

A sky beneath the ground?

An unbelievable sight.

Yet, it couldn’t be denied.

With trembling hands, I picked up a small stone that had fallen to the ground and hurled it out of the valley.

The swiftly flying stone fell under the blue sky and disappeared into the white clouds.

In that moment, a breeze blew in from the edge of the valley.

The cold, refreshing wind pleasantly tousled my sweaty hair.

“The end of the world…”

Why did the mapmakers call the edges of each continent the end of the world?

The reason was simple. It truly was the end.

Greenfall marked the end of the world, and from this point onward, there was just an expanse of blue sky.

After staring at the blue sky for quite some time, I turned around and mounted Nightmare.

The shocking realization that this world was flat rather than round was significant, but that shock didn’t last long.

I was merely trying to impose my meager knowledge onto this world.

This place was not the Earth I had lived on, and it reminded me once again.