Re:Crafting in Another World
Chapter 82: Orc V - Orc captive

Chapter 82: Orc V - Orc captive

Ka’ra tightened her grip on her war axe as she moved forward, every step sinking slightly into the strange moss. Her instincts prickled. It wasn’t just the plants that were odd—everything felt... twisted. Recognizable, yet wrong.

A deer, or what looked like one, leapt across her path, its antlers like branches twisted into knots, glowing faintly with strange deep blue lights. Strange birds with three wings fluttered overhead, their songs eerie and dissonant.

But it wasn’t the plants or the monsters that truly unsettled her.

It was the boars that were orcish favourite meat.

Ka’ra heard them before she saw them: deep, grating snorts, heavy steps that made the very ground tremble.

She crouched low, hand against a tree trunk, peering into the dense underbrush.

There, in the shadow of a glowing vine, stood a wild boar. No—a beast. Twice the size of any she’d seen, its tusks long, jagged, and blackened like burnt wood. Its muscles bulged grotesquely under thick, dark deep blue fur. Its bluish eyes locked onto her with a predator’s focus.

Ka’ra narrowed her eyes.

"That’s no ordinary boar. That thing could rival a Jungle lion..."

The boar pawed the ground, huffing, foam dripping from its mouth.

Then it charged.

"Come, then!" Ka’ra roared, bracing herself.

The boar slammed into her with terrifying speed. Even through her Orcaine armor—thick plates tempered by fire—the impact blasted her backward. She skidded across the mossy ground, only staying upright through sheer force of will.

Her chest plate had a massive dent.

Her arms tingled from the shock.

"If that had been a normal boar, it wouldn’t have even budged me." She gritted her teeth, adjusting her stance.

The boar grunted and charged again.

Ka’ra moved to the side, avoiding the full brunt—but the beast clipped her. Her left pauldron snapped clean off, clattering uselessly to the ground. The leather beneath tore.

Exposed skin.

"Damn it," she growled, scrambling back.

The boar was relentless, thrusting its tusks again and again. Each attack shredded more of her armor. Her right thigh was exposed now, leather straps ripped apart. Her midsection, once protected, was now vulnerable under torn scraps.

This was the last layer of protection she had brought from her tribe, and she knew if she lost this it would get much harder for her.

Still, Ka’ra fought back, swinging her axe with brutal, practiced movements.

She landed a hit—finally—across the boar’s side. Thick, black blood splattered the ground, and the beast screamed, rearing back.

"Not so tough now, are you?" she hissed, blood smeared across her face.

But the boar wasn’t done. It lowered its massive head and charged yet again.

Ka’ra planted her feet, roaring to the heavens, and caught the beast’s tusks after dropping her axe.

Muscles strained, veins bulged.

The boar pushed, but Ka’ra pushed harder, raw fury flooding her.

"RRRAAHHH!!" she howled.

In a display of terrifying strength, Ka’ra lifted the wild boar off the ground. The creature squealed in shock and rage, thrashing its hooves wildly.

Ka’ra staggered back, summoning every ounce of power she had left—

—and hurled the beast over her shoulder.

The wild boar slammed into a nearby tree with a sickening crack, its body crumpling into a heap.

Ka’ra staggered to one knee, panting heavily, her armor little more than shredded leather and broken metal plates hanging from her bruised frame.

She spat blood onto the ground, a grim smile curling her lips.

"I... I win."

But fate was cruel.

The ground shook again.

A second boar, even larger, thundered from the trees, fury incarnate. Ka’ra’s exhausted body barely reacted in time.

The beast crashed into her side like a battering ram.

Ka’ra was launched through the air, spinning helplessly.

Her back slammed into a tree trunk with a brutal CRACK.

Pain exploded in her ribs, her vision going white.

She crumpled to the ground, gasping, blood dribbling from the corner of her mouth. The world swam in and out of focus.

"So... this is it," she thought, her fingers twitching uselessly against the mossy earth.

The second boar snorted and scraped the ground, readying for another charge that would surely finish her off.

Ka’ra could barely lift her head.

But then—through the haze of pain—she saw them.

A man and a woman.

The man stood tall, with a familiar look on his face wearing an arm cut torso. His emerald green eyes burned through the darkness, locking onto her with something between amusement and pity.

"Ughhh~isn’t this him? I knew it was a human," Kara muttered to herself realizing this was the same man that taunted her during the fire.

The woman beside him was ethereal and terrifying—her hair brown as the bark of the normal trees, her skin glimmering in red contrast everything in this forest, her wings expanded like a majestic creature. Her eyes were deep, ancient pools of obedience, and when she spoke, the creatures seemed to listen.

She whispered something Ka’ra couldn’t hear—and the boar, mid-charge, froze.

The massive beast dropped its head submissively and turned away, led by the demon-woman’s gentle touch.

Ka’ra watched, barely conscious, as the wild boar followed her like a tame dog.

The man walked closer, crouching by Ka’ra’s battered form.

Up close, he looked almost human—almost—but something was off. His smile was too calm. His eyes too deep. His presence too... powerful for a human. Orcs had the power to sense the threats and she knew if this was a human...it was one of the most dangerous human she met.

He reached out, brushing a strand of Ka’ra’s bloodied hair from her face.

"Welcome my new orcish partner," he murmured, his voice a low, intoxicating rumble.

Ka’ra’s didn’t know how to react.

She tried to speak—but the world tilted violently because her body was already giving up.

His smile was the last thing she saw before everything faded to black and knew this was just the beginning of something rather difficult for her.

***

The orcish woman lying on the bed barely stirred, her green skin glistening under the dim light. Short, crimson hair framed her face, cleaned meticulously, a stark contrast to her battered body. The remnants of her crude orcish armor lay in tatters on the floor. She wore little now — just enough to maintain her vagina— her breathing shallow, but steady.

Her chest was not covered at all with her perky breasts falling perfectly to the side with her delicious looking tits standing proud and strong, just the like woman she is.

Yenissa stood at the foot of the bed, arms folded, her golden eyes watching the orc woman with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

Footsteps echoed behind her, firm and familiar.

"How are you doing?" Shennong’s voice drifted into her ear, warm and teasing.

Yenissa didn’t turn around. "Better than someone who just got bodied by a B-ranked Luna Boar," she said dryly, nodding toward the unconscious orc.

Shennong chuckled, stepping beside her to get a better look at their new... guest. "To be fair, you would have killed the boar before it even realized you were there."

"That’s right," Yenissa said, smirking.

Without warning, she slipped behind him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, her cheek brushing lightly against his ear.

"So..." she purred, "what are you planning to do with this little mess?"

Shennong hummed thoughtfully, resting his hands on her arms. "I want her on our side. Her... and her entire tribe."

Yenissa raised an eyebrow. "Hmph. You want orcs living in your pretty little forest? Without conflict?"

"I want as many orcs as possible," Shennong said seriously. "Their strength, their survival instincts — they’re invaluable. Especially in a place like the Moonlight Forest."

She studied him for a long moment, then glanced down at the sleeping woman.

"Are you even sure she’s a leader?"

Rather than answering, Shennong knelt beside the bed, his eyes narrowing as he focused. A faint, subtle glow passed through his irises — a scan.

Text hovered briefly in his vision:

Name: Ka’ra

Age: 25

Class: Orc General

Power Rank: B

Sex: Female

Skills: [Titan Grip: Level 5], [Orcish Rage: Level 4], [Fury: Level 2]

Shennong exhaled a slow breath. "Orc General, huh..."

Yenissa’s head tilted in question. "Well?"

"She’s definitely the leader," Shennong muttered. "B rank. Only a step below you."

He hesitated.

"But..." He turned his head slightly to look up at Yenissa. "Don’t misunderstand. Even within B rank, there are... different levels."

Yenissa’s brow furrowed.

"She’s a low B-ranker," he clarified. "You, Yenissa... you’re almost S-rank. Your strength and hers are like... sky and mud."

Yenissa snickered. "Then what about Romina?" she teased. "You couldn’t even see her rank, remember?"

A wry smile tugged at Shennong’s lips. He stood and brushed invisible dust from his knees.

"Romina’s a beast," he said honestly. "A wildfire we’re desperately trying to keep from burning down everything we’ve built."

Yenissa sighed and loosened her grip on him, stepping to his side.

"All this ranking system of yours," she said, flicking her hair back, "seems like nonsense when it says you’re just a C-rank."

Shennong rubbed the back of his head, chuckling helplessly. "Yeah, well... not everything can be judged by power levels."

She gave him a knowing look.

"I’m not the best fighter," he admitted, lowering his voice. "Not by raw strength. Most of the time, I just... cheat. Tricks, strategies, concoctions — whatever works."

He looked genuinely embarrassed for a moment, and Yenissa laughed, a clear, melodic sound that filled the room.

"I like my men crafty," she said, voice dripping with affection, but she quickly corrected herself. "No! I only like my men craft because my Shennong is a crafty man. I don’t care about anyone else, honestly,"

Shennong shook his head, but he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips.

"At least my new concoctions worked," he said, voice returning to its normal, calm rhythm. "That fire we set against their wooden defenses — brutal. Effective."

Yenissa leaned closer. "Speaking of that... Was that really an eternal flame?" she asked, a hint of awe in her voice.

Shennong snorted. "Hardly. ’Eternal’ sounds better on paper." He winked. "In truth, it’ll burn out if left alone. The key ingredient is Resin. Without constant feeding, the flame will shrink to the size of a normal undying torch which is an eternal flame."

He estimated silently. "The one we started should last another two days, maybe three, before it dies out."

Yenissa’s eyes glinted mischievously. She leaned forward and bit his ear, playful but firm.

"You’re a dangerous man, Shennong."

He shivered under her touch, then turned his head slightly, smirking.

"Where do you think I learned all this from?" he teased.

Yenissa’s lips brushed against his skin, whispering like a warm breeze.

"My bad boy."

Without waiting, she captured his lips with hers.

The kiss was slow, hungry, filled with the kind of familiarity that only two people who had fought, lived, and trusted side-by-side could share. Shennong responded in kind, deepening the kiss, his hands threading through her brown hair.

For a moment, the world outside the small, makeshift room faded away — no Moonlight Forest, no injured orcs, no battles for survival — just them.

On the bed, Ka’ra stirred faintly, lost in a dream of her own.

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