mijobooks Chapter 30 [Survival Through Ruins: The Initial "Divine Gift"]
Chapter 30 [Survival Through Ruins: The Initial "Divine Gift"]
Lin Qi was panting heavily, only the ancient battle axe in his hand provided a sliver of warmth, keeping him clinging to his last breath.
The thought of survival was the only fuel driving him at that moment.
"Cough..." Lin Qi coughed up a breath of foul air mixed with blood and foam, and stood up unsteadily with the support of his axe.
Dragging heavy steps, leaving bloody footprints with each step, I entered the ancient ruins that exuded an aura of decay and coldness.
He walked in the darkness for an unknown amount of time when he tripped over something and fell heavily to the ground.
At the edge of his vision, in the deeper darkness of the ruins, a faint glimmer of light caught his attention.
The light was very faint. Lin Qi practically crawled, using his last bit of strength to move deeper into the ruins.
Climbing over collapsed stone pillars and skirting around unknown skeletons, the light grew closer and clearer.
Finally, he saw the source of the light.
It was a peculiar fungus that grew in a crack in the rock.
It is a deep purple color with a layer of silver patterns on its surface, and emits a soft fluorescent light in the dark.
Lin Qi didn't know what it was; he only knew that it was probably a salvation for his dying body.
He reached out with trembling hands, uprooted the strain, and then stuffed it into his mouth.
The strain melts in your mouth and slides down your throat into your stomach.
A miracle happened in the next second.
Lynch felt his broken bones being forcibly straightened and healed amidst cracking sounds.
The torn muscles are rewoven and regrown.
The hideous wounds inside and outside the body, whether they were whip marks left by torture or the humiliating slave brand on the chest, all scab over and fall off under this domineering force, revealing new, healthy skin.
The orc's innate and powerful regenerative abilities were catalyzed to their limit at this moment.
In just a few dozen seconds, a completely new and powerful Lynch emerged from his cocoon.
He stood up, feeling the powerful force surging through his muscles.
He tried clenching his fist, and his knuckles made a series of crisp popping sounds.
"This is... power..." His injuries had healed, and his strength had greatly increased.
Lynch was preparing to leave the ruins that had given him a new life.
The sound of hurried footsteps and rude shouts came from the entrance of the ruins, interrupting the original plan.
"That damned slave, the bloodstains stop here!"
"He must have hidden in this godforsaken place! Find him and break his legs!" It was them.
It was those orc warriors who abused him and treated him like dirt!
Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.
The suppressed anger in his chest intertwined with the newfound power, turning Lynch's eyes bloodshot.
He carried the battle axe and strode forward to meet them.
At the entrance to the ruins, two burly orc warriors were grumbling and peering inside.
When they saw the slave, who should have been half-dead, walking towards them unharmed, they were all taken aback.
"Hey, you bastard, you're pretty tough!" one of the orcs grinned, brandishing his crudely made stone axe. "Perfect, saves us the trouble of looking for it."
"Kill him!" Another orc was more direct, roaring as he charged forward.
A thought popped into Lynch's head: Tear them apart!
He had expected it to be a brute-force brawl.
He mimicked the way orcs fought from his memory, using all his strength to raise his battle axe high and bring it down on the orc charging at the front.
This axe strike, imbued with his raging fury and renewed power, was enough to shatter stone and split rocks.
The result was not as desired.
The battle axe in his hand felt light and flimsy, like a strip of cloth.
What should have been a thunderous, powerful strike turned into a weak and feeble slash.
"Clang!" The orc warrior easily blocked Lynch's attack with his stone axe, his face showing undisguised mockery.
"Is that all the strength you have? A bastard is a bastard!" A huge recoil force came, and Lin Qi was shaken back repeatedly, his hands and feet going numb.
How could this happen?
His power is clearly several times greater than before!
Is the problem with this axe?
Before Lin Qi could think further, the second orc warrior's attack had already arrived. He could only awkwardly swing his axe to block, struggling to defend himself against the combined assault of the two enemies and completely falling into a disadvantageous position.
"Die!" One of the orcs seized an opening, his stone axe slicing a deadly arc straight at his neck.
At a critical juncture.
The vague prophecy on the stone wall of the ruins suddenly echoed in my mind.
[...and take up the blade of dawn...]
Dawn... Blade...
A flash of inspiration struck me like a sudden burst of genius.
perhaps....
He was wrong from the start.
The power of this axe may not lie in its "strength" at all!
In a flash, Lin Qi stopped trying to fight with brute force and instead focused all his consciousness on the concept of "dawn," or "the light that cuts through the darkness."
Facing the deadly blow that came hurtling towards him, Lin Qi did not retreat but advanced, gently pushing his battle axe forward at a tricky angle.
The axe blade made slight contact with the opponent's stone axe.
"Buzz—" The next second, to the orc warrior's horrified gaze, his sturdy stone axe began to crumble from the inside out, turning into a handful of powder that broke and scattered.
The orc warrior stared blankly at the half-finished axe handle in his hand, his mind unable to process what was happening.
Lynch's main strategy was to strike while the enemy was already weakened, without giving him any time to react.
Do the same.
The battle axe in his hand transformed into an arc of light, lightly touching the simple leather armor of the two orc warriors and their other weapon in succession.
The orc warriors, stripped of their weapons and armor, were like tigers with their teeth and claws pulled out, utterly vulnerable before him.
Lin Qi discarded the axe, which was useless in melee combat, and charged into the midst of the two still-shaken individuals, relying solely on his powerful orc body enhanced by the [Moon Rot Strain].
A fist shattered their jaws.
The knee strike broke their ribs.
Finally, he snapped one of the men's necks and slammed the other man's head against the hard rock face.
Red and white slurry splattered all over his face.
After everything was over, Lin Qi leaned against the wall, looking at everything before him. He... had survived, at least temporarily.
Exhausted, Lin Qi finished cleaning up the battlefield.
He finally gained theoretical freedom, but when he looked at the endless mountain ranges and boundless grasslands in the distance...
Where to go next?
Find a place to hide away and live out the rest of your life in peace?
Or should he return to the orc tribe that brought him endless humiliation and carry out a revenge mission with a slim chance of survival?
Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, while the battle axe he held in his hand grew slightly hot.
The ancient patterns on the axe surface emitted a faint silver-purple glow.
An impulse to crave metal and fire emanated from the axe handle, drawing his gaze toward the cold, snow-covered mountains to the north.
It was as if something was calling out from there.
The gentle life energy within him that had healed his injuries began to stir again.
A strange sense of familiarity and longing rose in his heart, making him involuntarily look towards the vast, boundless forest to the east.
It was as if there lay the source of his bloodline and the final resting place of his soul.
Two directions, two paths, lay before him.
The mountains of the north represent strength, forging, and war.
The forests of the East represent life, tranquility, and magic.
Lin Qi looked down at his own strong, powerful orc hands, and recalled the helplessness and humiliation he felt when he was easily suppressed by the two orc warriors.
This unfamiliar world is full of dangers.
Peace and tranquility are luxuries.
Only strength is the foundation for survival and livelihood.
"I want to become stronger!"
"So powerful that no one can control my destiny anymore!"
Lynch believed that the battle axe and the strange movements in his body were guiding him on a path.
He turned around, leaving the orc tribe, a symbol of humiliation and hatred, behind him.
I set off on my journey, heading towards the cold, icy mountains to the north.
[The Weaver of Order - Heavenly Path Diary]
[Detection indicates that "Apocalypse One" has activated "Remnant of the Old Gods - Breath of the Stars (Fragment)".]
[Vitality signs are stable; optimization and connection initiation begins.]
[Warning: An unknown benign resonance has been detected between "Remnant of the Old Gods - Heart of the Earth (Fragment)" and "Breath of the Stars (Fragment)" within this individual. Growth potential assessment has been increased.]