Re:Crafting in Another World
Chapter 83: Orc VI - Kara’s dream

Chapter 83: Orc VI - Kara’s dream

The wind howled through the dense, twisted trees as the young orc girl, Ka’ra, wandered through the heart of her tribe. Her bare feet crushed fallen leaves as she moved forward, aimlessly drawn by something she couldn’t explain.

It was the night after she turned sixteen—the night of dreams, the night every orc came into their maturity enough to start their breeding process.

But the dream that consumed Ka’ra was different. Her heart pounded like a war drum as she stumbled through the mist, her nostrils flaring at the strange, musky scent that filled the air. She heard noises—grunts, gasps, cries.

Drawn by an unseen hand, she stepped into a clearing dimly lit by unguarded fire stuck in the ground. Her breath hitched.

Before her, the breeding grounds stretched out.

Human women, beaten and broken, were pinned beneath the brutish bodies of orc males, their brutal movements drawing out cries of both agony and despair. Nearby, human men suffered the same fate under the towering, sneering orc females, rutting them without mercy.

Most of them were already naked, as there was no point of them wearing any clothes when orcs used these humans to breed all day and night. They did it both for pleasure and to continue their race, as it was their only choice.

Ka’ra’s fists clenched. As an orc, this was supposed to be normal. Natural. This was the way of things, the way of her people.

Yet...

Her confused eyes scanned the writhing mass and landed on her.

A woman—frail, almost ghostlike—lay limp, a monstrous orc pounding into her without care. The woman’s matted hair fell across a face smeared with dirt and blood, but Ka’ra knew—somehow, she knew—this woman was important.

Her blood roared in her ears. She shouldn’t care. She should turn away.

But her legs moved on their own.

With a snarl, Ka’ra stormed forward, shoving the hulking male off the woman with surprising strength.

"Oi, brat!" the orc bellowed in the guttural tongue of their people. "What are you doing, filth?!"

Ka’ra glared up at him, her voice low but fierce. "Find another woman. This one is mine."

The orc sneered, spitting blood from a split lip. "Yours? You little cuntt, if you’re so horny, find a man to mount you!" He stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "This one is mine. Touch her again and I’ll snap your twiggy neck."

Ka’ra did not back down. "If you lay a single finger on her," she growled, "you’ll lose more than your orc pride."

The orc lunged at her.

Ka’ra moved.

Despite her youth, her instincts blazed. Ducking under his wild swing, she slammed her fist into his gut, then drove her knee into his groin with a sickening crunch. As he doubled over, gasping, she seized a broken wooden attached to wall and cracked it across his head.

The orc fell to the ground, unmoving.

Ka’ra stood over him, panting, clutching the broken wooden piece.

The others stared in silence, some in rage, some in awe.

Without another word, Ka’ra knelt and scooped up the half-dead woman, cradling her against her chest. She carried her to a hidden corner, where no others would disturb them.

Days passed.

Ka’ra brought food and water to the woman, whispering in a tongue the woman likely couldn’t understand. She stroked the woman’s tangled hair, wiped the blood from her lips, but the woman refused to eat, refused to speak. Her eyes were hollow. Dead.

And then one morning...

Ka’ra found her cold.

A jagged piece of bone jutted from her neck where she’d ended her own suffering.

Ka’ra knelt by her side, staring numbly at the blood pooling beneath her.

Footsteps approached.

Thromgar, the chieftain and Ka’ra’s father figure, stood over her, arms crossed. His hard face was unreadable as he gazed down at the corpse.

"She is your human mother," he said gruffly.

Ka’ra’s eyes widened, heart thudding painfully against her ribs.

"You have her blood in you, little one," Thromgar continued. "That pain you feel? That sting in your chest? That is the blood remembering its source."

Silent tears slid down Ka’ra’s cheeks.

Thromgar knelt, gently caressing Ka’ra’s head—a rare show of tenderness. "You are like me, Ka’ra. You pity them. But this... this is nature. We are bred to conquer. To spread our blood." His voice turned colder. "One day, you will understand. You cannot fight it. We cannot fight our instinct."

Was he referring to how they were created to not be attracted to the opposite gender of their own race? Was he referring to how humans called them imperfect creatures? Was it the guilt that came with using innocent humans for their own benefit? Did that justify humans killing them?

These were the questions most orcs didn’t want to think about. But those who did were different from the average orc, who would simply conquer and breed throughout his life. Thromgar, despite being the leader of this violent race, was one of those—orcs like Ka’ra.

As he rose, his eyes caught something glinting around the dead woman’s neck—a necklace.

Thromgar ripped it free and pressed it into Ka’ra’s palm.

"Keep it," he muttered. "Let it remind you: We are not monsters. We are just... victims of what we are."

That night, Ka’ra cried for the first time.

And then—

The world shifted.

Ka’ra gasped awake, heart hammering.

Where...?!

She lay on a cold stone slab. Her top was missing, leaving her half-naked. Chains clinked as she instinctively tried to rise—and found herself bound to the wall.

Panic flared.

The room around her was strange—smooth walls, strange lights flickering like captured stars.

Standing before her was a man—a human—tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing emerlad eyes and an aura of raw, simmering power.

’What’s with this human? I can feel immense amount of vitality and power form him.’

Next to him, a woman stood—a voluptuous beauty with leathery wings tucked behind her back, her eyes a dangerous shade of lust or simple desire.

Ka’ra stiffened.

Succubus!

Even orcs feared the creatures from the gates—born of lust and death.

She growled low in her throat, flashing her fangs to intimidate them.

The man chuckled—a deep, amused sound.

He said something in human tongue—Ka’ra didn’t understand a word.

But then, he pulled something from his belt. A strange, thin crown—or was it a helmet?

He slipped it onto his head.

And suddenly—

"Welcome to our home, beautiful leader of the orc tribe," the man said, his words crisp and clear. "For now, you are our prisoner, but I hope we can be good partners,"

Ka’ra’s eyes narrowed.

"I am no one’s prisoner!" she snarled.

The man grinned, utterly unfazed. "Oh, I think you’ll find your options... limited."

Ka’ra yanked at her chains, muscles bulging, but the walls didn’t budge. They were made of something far stronger than any stone she knew.

The succubus smiled wickedly, her voice a purr. "Poor little orc. So far from home..." She licked her lips. "And so very ripe for my boy."

Ka’ra’s skin prickled. A strange heat pooled in her belly just by looking at the succubus and the human. She shuddered, trying to fight the rising urge—the desire—that looking at the man stirred within her.

It was all the lust she had been resisting, now crashing down on her at once. Combined with the presence of the very embodiment of sex in the room, she knew she was in trouble if she didn’t resist.

No. Resist.

The man stepped closer, his eyes gleaming.

"You don’t have to be afraid," he said softly. "We won’t hurt you... unless you want us to."

Ka’ra spat at his feet.

The succubus laughed, a sound like chiming bells. "Such spirit. She’ll be fun to break."

Ka’ra bared her teeth. "Try it. I’ll rip your wings off and feed them to you."

The man’s smile vanished, and suddenly he looked like he was trying to kill Ka’ra. "You green bitch! Careful with your words. Just because we keep you alive doesn’t mean we have to keep you alive. I’m here acting all nice with you and you insult my Yenissa-"

Ka’ra felt scared, but she didn’t show it instead she kept showing she was trying to resist but also she reminded herself not to insult the succubus woman. "Are you the one who lit my tribe on fire?"

She quickly changed the topic, and luckily for her, it looked like the human had calmed down.

"I did that, yes. Am I going to apologize for it?" The human paused and looked into Ka’ra’s eyes. "Not really, because my proposal will bring prosperity, luck, and fortune to your tribe. I want to make your lives better... so no, I won’t apologize."

What was this human muttering about? Was he one of those insane humans Ka’ra had heard about? Like any other creatures, orcs—who were once known only for their violence—had undergone major changes. From using mere wooden clubs, they had advanced to wielding iron weapons and wearing armor, even gathering information about humans and other neighboring beings.

From a few of the humans they had captured, Ka’ra had heard about a certain group called the Cultists who performed strange experiments on creatures. She had a premonition that this emerald-eyed, handsome human might be one of them. If that was the case, what was her best plan to escape? Should she act tough, knowing that the succubus in front of her could kill her at any moment? Obviously not. So she decided to play along and changed her expression to one of intrigue.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

Suddenly, the human’s face lit up with enthusiasm as he muttered, "Well, let’s call this... evolution."

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