I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

“Hero! Heeerooo!”

“Wh-why? How?! Orcs aren’t supposed to kill women!”

“Kyaaah! Kyaaaaah!”

“Shut up, you women!”

The chief slammed the totem in front of the panicking expedition members.

The canyon shook from the impact, and the air trembled with the shout. The expedition members who had been screaming all fell silent.

The chief used the silence to start his threat.

“Did you really think we would let you live? We brought you here solely to conduct our ritual!”

“Ritual? Orcs?”

“Do you want an explanation? Then listen carefully!”

The chief’s hand slowly moved to the side, pointing to the large stele in the center of the village.

Carved into it was the image of the being they called their god.

The expedition members recognized it because it was a figure notorious enough to be on a wanted poster.

“We serve the god, the great Orc Helkrai! Engrave his teachings into your ears!”

The great warrior Helkrai.

Despite being an orc, he tore through the dimensional walls and took a high-ranking position in the Demon King’s army.

“Helkrai…?”

“He’s a high-ranking officer in the Demon King’s army. And you’re calling him a god?”

“Despite being born an orc, he accomplished the impossible. Doesn’t that make him worthy of being called a god?”

-Boom!

The orc chief slammed the totem into the ground again.

The minced meat, crushed even thinner by the impact, made the faces of the expedition members turn pale again.

The chief facing the pale group spoke.

“He always said that the life of an orc, born to live and die by instinct, is meaningless and wasteful.”

Yes, the purpose of the orcs here was not lust but admiration for the orc they worshiped.

Though he joined the Demon King’s army, severing ties with the orcs, his achievements caused significant changes in orc society.

“Therefore, he always pursued honor. Pursuing honor, he transcended being an orc and joined the legion of the strongest beings in this world!”

Honor.

It was a concept that did not exist in the society of the dull and foolish Aein species, but an individual’s pursuit of it was enough to bring about change for the entire species.

“Although I do not fully understand what honor means, I understand one thing: just as he rose to be an officer in the Demon King’s army by denying his orc instincts, suppressing the rising instinct to harm you is necessary.”

Denying instinct.

By going against their primal instinct to preserve their species, they firmly believed they could rise to a higher existence.

“That means that even now, suppressing the urge to violate you… brings us one step closer to becoming honorable orcs!”

“Wh-what? What do you mean…?”

“Kill them!”

As the conclusion was reached, the orcs around them started shouting at the horrified expedition members.

“Kill the women! Prove our honor by killing the women!”

“Kill more females! Kill more women!”

“For the great Orc, Helkrai!”

Uooooooo!

The sincerity was palpable, even maddening.

The faces of the expedition members, facing this scene, gradually filled with despair beyond fear.

“Th-they’re crazy. These orcs are crazy…!”

And it wasn’t just simple madness.

To think that a concept of fanatical faith emerged among the Aein species, who only knew breeding.

Is that really possible?

“Heek, save me. Anyone, please save me!”

“Yes. That’s a very nice scream.”

The orcs’ bodies trembled at the sound of such despairing cries because it was stimulating their inherently strong sexual desires.

But if they crushed those who aroused such desires with their own hands, accomplishing that difficult task would elevate them to a higher existence.

Their belief, firmly rooted in precedent, suppressed their instincts and urged them to take a single action.

“From now on, we will conduct a ritual for the great orc, Helkrai! Raise your weapons and shout!”

Destroying the source of their desire with their own hands.

By sharing that with everyone, they took a step toward the one they admired.

“Uoooooo!”

“Helkrai is with us!”

“For the orcs, my heart!”

So what would follow would be a ruthless massacre in front of the stele made to resemble the god they worshiped.

Gathering the helplessly subdued women of other races in one place and brutally slaughtering them with their weapons…

A horrifying scene that no human could bear to watch would soon unfold here.

“I can’t watch this any longer.”

A weapon thrown by a man who had been watching from hiding hit an orc in the back of the head.

The orc, stabbed in the back of the neck by the sharp blade, convulsed painfully before exploding with a bang, spraying blood everywhere.

“Everyone, halt! Secure the flanks!”

The chief immediately raised his guard and began directing the group at the explosion.

This action was taken because he had somewhat anticipated a surprise attack like this.

There were humans they hadn’t managed to deal with in previous battles, and they might come to rescue their kin.

What he didn’t expect was that the escapee had brought a ‘new group.’

“Talking about honor while killing helpless women… If Helkrai saw this, he’d lament what you’re doing. You ignorant fools.”

Emerging from the bushes surrounding the village was an outsider in black armor.

As the orcs grew agitated at his presence, a human boy behind the outsider with an axe began to speak.

“Wouldn’t it be better to stay hidden a bit longer?”

“Well, bringing a unit to crush them would be the surest way since there are so many of them…”

The man’s gaze gradually shifted to his trembling kin surrounded by orcs.

“Then it’ll be too late.”

Dozens of people being brutally slaughtered by hundreds of orcs.

How can one, as a human, just passively watch such a scene with indifference despite having the power?

“Graaah! You! Do you intend to disrupt our ritual?!”

An orc, provoked by the man, started charging.

The blunt strike of an orc far surpassing a human in size would surely crush an unprepared body.

“Are you really okay alone?”

Despite facing such an attack, the man merely aimed his axe at the incoming club.

“I’m fine, so just get ready to add another line to the evaluation report.”

And then, crack!

The massive orc was split along with its club by the axe strike.

“The guy in front of you is someone who’d already be dead if he couldn’t gauge a winning fight.”

As weapons manifested in the man’s hands, bisecting the orc’s body, the frenzied orcs began to rush at him.

“Kill that human! Avenge our kin!”

Despite seeing their kin brutally slain, they burned with determination.

This was behavior that could never be seen in orcs who inherently had fear, but their blossomed sense of honor forced them to suppress even that fear.

Honor is not only having pride in oneself but also passing it on to those who are with you.

The camaraderie that had blossomed from that led to an absolute belief that even if one died, their comrades would avenge them.

-Slash!!!!

But the man who had jumped into their midst knew.

No matter how firm their belief was, and no matter how many shared it.

Even such honor could be futilely crushed in ‘war.’

-Slash! Thud!

The blade, swung with the understanding of this reality, decapitated the lead orc.

Following him, magical weapons materialized in the empty space, responding to his will, and embedded themselves one by one into the charging orcs, causing explosions.

Boom, boom! The explosions obscured the view with a spray of blood.

Yet, the man who had plunged into the midst of the orcs gathered mana around his body.

-Swish, thud!

The flying axes and clubs met the mana surrounding his body and were deflected in all directions as he spun.

And in tandem with those evasive maneuvers, his blade swung, mercilessly slicing through the orcs.

Soon, weapons embedded themselves in the orcs charging from the flanks, exploding and hindering the actions of the surrounding orcs.

-Slash!

In that brief moment, an attack was thrust in, snuffing out a life.

-Boom, boom! Slash!!!

As the onslaught continued and corpses piled up at his feet, fear began to grow in the hearts of the orcs watching from behind.

It wasn’t just the fear of death.

The fear of death had long been suppressed by the belief that their kin, who remembered their death, would fulfill their wishes.

Yet the unease felt at this moment was sparked by doubt about whether they could truly kill the man rampaging through their ranks with their own hands.

-Slash, slash!

If they couldn’t grasp victory even after sacrifice, would their deaths have any meaning?

Could charging into such a futilely dying scene truly be called ‘honorable’?

“Uwooooooo!!!”

Amidst the trembling orcs, a roar echoed, and one orc began to advance.

The man, who faced the ensuing blow from the totem, quickly gathered mana into his armor and took the attack with his body.

-Thud!

The body that had been rampaging without restraint was pushed back, and the momentum of the charge was briefly halted.

The despair that had appeared on the orcs’ faces gradually began to recede.

Yes, they realized that even that absurd monster wasn’t invincible.

“Everyone, fall back. I will face him!!”

But despite sensing an advantage, the chief who had struck the man ordered his subordinates to retreat rather than collaborate.

“Chief, what are you…?!”

“If we all die here, who will pass on what we have achieved?!”

-Boom!

The chief slammed the totem into the ground, causing the earth to tremble.

Along with that, his gleaming red eyes were directed not at his kin but at the human who had paused and taken a defensive stance.

As if to indicate he was prepared to accept whatever would happen next.

“Charging in and meeting death without leaving any meaning is just recklessness… Courage that does not fear death must leave something behind to be meaningful!”

“…Chief.”

“So go. And if I do not return, leave this place, plan for the future, gather our kin, and gain the strength to defeat a strong enemy like him!”

Honor means having pride in oneself and passing it on to those who inherit it.

Though this understanding may not be perfect, he believed that the orcs who remembered him would complete it.

“…Human, tell me your name.”

The chief, preparing to gradually retreat, stood at the forefront of the orcs and quietly faced the outsider in black armor standing over the field of corpses.

Shaking off the recoil from the previous clash, he calmly manifested a sword in his hand and spoke quietly.

“Woo Hyo-sung.”

This is no easy opponent, so I mustn’t approach carelessly either.

Spurred by those resolute words, the chief forcefully pulled the totem from the ground and shouted.

“Woo Hyo! Is that your name?!”

“No, it’s not Woo Hyo, it’s Hyo-sung…”

“Human warrior Woo Hyo!! I will remember your name clearly!”

Ignoring the correction, the chief swung the totem.

With a bang, fragments flew in all directions as the chief, cutting through the dust, shouted at him confidently.

“My name is Kamachu! A disciple of the great Orc Helkrai, the chief who leads the tribe, and a proud warrior!!”

“I will offer my heart to him and avenge the grudges of my fallen kin with your blood!! Long live Helkrai!!”

Thud, thud!

With each step he took, the ground trembled.

The man who faced the charge alone quietly raised the rune-engraved sword in his hand.

“…Impressive momentum.”

-Whoosh!

Flames began to rise in response to the rune.

The resulting heat burned away the impurities on the manifested blade, making the additional aura even sharper.

“But is fighting just about momentum?”

The swing of his sword sliced through the incoming totem with force.

-Slash!!

Kamachu’s head, which was behind it, soon drew an arc and fell.

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