I slowly walked towards the village, exuding massive amount killing intent and bloodlust.
If someone was seeing me, they would probably comment that there was a red aura surrounding me - as I felt like that.
It was a new kind of sensation for me; but, not something I was surprised about.
I had noticed that my body sometimes has a will of its own - its base instincts, per se.
Just like how I eat meat raw, even before I could cook it, it was same like that; though much more bloodier.
It was good knowing that my body was a cold blooded killing machine - it was just how I imagined a dragon to be like; especially a dragon that was a world boss and has been stated, in lore, to burn countless countries to the ground, in a single night.
Not like those cutesy 10-year-old-looking 1000-year-old dragon girls that would do anything for a loser's 3 incher - who was also flocked by other sluts that wanted that 3 incher in them, preferably from other races.
"Seriously what the fuck is wrong with some people." I cursed everyone in my entire race.
Just how much fucking crack does someone have to put up their ass to think of a way to make child porn somewhat "legal". (A.N: I also am questioning the same thing; that's right, what the fuck Japan!)
I then dearly hoped that if I ever got a human transformation skill or spell - which I wanted dearly - that I don't turn into a small boy.
I then shook my head from all these stupid thoughts and started focusing on what was in my view.
I could see a wall, about 5 meters high, that was made of stone and had stretched around the entire village.
Even though I was just using my senses to search for monsters, I wasn't surprised to see the wall - as I could somewhat smell it.
I wasn't worried about the walls at all, no, I was even happy about it. After all, it meant that I could burn the entire thing without having to worry about the fire spreading or the monsters escaping.
I could also climb the wall fairly easily. As my claws were very hard and sharp. It was entirely due to my level, stat, and skills.
"Level 4, here I come." I, with a sadistic grin on my face, said as I dashed towards the wall, not caring about anything.
"Let's go! Ultra Instincts!" I then tried a risky stunt by going into Ultra Instinct, as my body didn't care about anything other than fighting.
I was a good thing to have, as it meant that I wouldn't pussy out, but it could also be dangerous.
But, considering the amount of training I had with my sense fluctuation. I was certain that I could easily do it. The skills helped, as well.
"Yes!" and just like I had thought, in just 10 seconds, when the wall was just a some centimeters in front of me. I had reached Pseudo Ultra Instinct.
In the Pseudo mode, I had only disabled my taste and smell, and had only decreased my hearing and sight by 10%. Which meant that I could not bump up my instinct that much.
But, even then, I could already feel a monstrous difference.
I knew how to effectively move my body better, much better. And not only that, the way I found I could move my body wasn't something I hadn't even imagined. As it involved controlling each strand of my muscles.
I knew that thanks to my wisdom.
I then jumped at the wall, and with just a single motion, I burst into the sky. Going 2m above the wall.
"Here's Johnny!" I then referenced an ancient movie that had recently gotten a remake, I think it was call the brightening.
(A/N: It's the shining. I wanted the novel in stay in its world, it's not like I was trying my best to make an alternative name so that I can laugh at it, b-baka!)
Because of how audible I was, the monsters, or the orcs, living in the village saw me.
They were surprised to see a cat sized dragon jumping above a 5-meter-tall wall. But, what surprised them even more was the fact that a fucking dragon had came to their village.
"What!!! How did a dragon come here!!!" a 3 meter tall pig-faced green and large humanoid creature with arms and legs that were more like trunks shouted at 9 of its brethren around him.
I was happy seeing them panic as that meant I could score some easy kills.
The 10 orcs who had seen me were still stunned, even after I had already landed - a process which was laughably easy for the Pseudo Ultra Instinct me.
I then saw an Orc which was staring at me, I then stared back at it as well.
I then smiled a sadistic grin as I exploded towards the orc's neck. Thanks to my high stat and Pseudo Ultra Instinct, I moved so fast that the orc couldn't even react to me.
"Ghaa!" an orc screamed as I slit its throat and mercilessly, and brutually, rip its entire head off with my jaws.
The ecstasy I felt wasn't something I had, or could, experienced in my previous life.
The hot and boiling blood that had soaked my small body; the taste of iron in my mouth, and the red view I was seeing.
It all made my blood boil because of the pleasure, as I had adrenaline rushing through my body.
The orcs seeing their brethren's head just getting ripped from his head by a small dragon all started to panic even more.
Seeing them panic made my body feel even happier as I had an even more sadistic look on my face. It gave me pleasure that could be easily described with a single word, 'kinky'.
I didn't have a fetish back home, so having a new fetish, and one which was on the weirder spectrum, seemed awfully easy to handle. But I didn't care about it.
I then saw that the orcs didn't have any weapons with them, and that they were only wearing low-quality "clothing".
But it made sense that they were wearing leather as this world was quite primitive - plus humans hated anyone other than them.
I quickly stopped dwelling on it as I burned the beheaded corpse of the orc I had just killed right in front of me.
And also started to burn the houses that the orcs had build, which were thankfully made out of wood.
The orc seeing their own kind getting brutally killed and that their hard work getting destroyed right in front of them started to panic even more and were even getting agitated.
And my draconic-sadistic urges were getting even stronger because of that.
I didn't mind it that much, unless it proved problematic.
I was fine with my body's urges - as I didn't want to suppress and risk releasing them at a wrong time.
"Come!" I said sadistically, with bloodlust and killing intent oozing out of my voice.
Because of that the orcs shivered, which made me even happier.
...
"Here's Johnny!" I heard something coming from the wall that our great leader had built. It was one of our greatest prides and was something that had protected us well for the last month.
'Our chief will come back in a week.' I thought to myself, excitedly, as I turned towards the voice I had just now heard.
The voice's pitch was very high, it was almost akin to a human's child.
'What!?' that was the only thought I had when I saw the figure that was flying above the great wall - a wall which we had thought to be impenetrable.
And not just me, other 9 of my brothers were also shocked motionless because of that.
After all, the figure was a dragon.
It was also a cub, something that was even rarer than a normal dragon.
But, we weren't scared of it. The dragon had to be a stranded cub, so even killing wouldn't make us have the attention of its parents - which was the most scariest part about killing a dragon cub.
I was even confident that I could kill the dragon cub with just by hands, as it could easily rest in my palm. I didn't even need my weapon to kill it, not that even had in on me.
It was just that weak. It didn't even have a presence.
But killing was the last of my priorities, I, no, we just wanted to make sure that the dragon left peacefully. We didn't like needless slaughter.
"What!!! How did a dragon come here!!!" brother Brougrah shouted.
He was the strongest orc among us, but even then, the great leader was still leagues above him.
We were still very surprised so we didn't reply. But brother Brougrah didn't mind it, he was just that surprised about it.
The dragon then landed, but even so, the shock of seeing dragon cub, and a stranded on at that, had made us completely motionless.
I then looked at the dragon, and the dragon looked at me.
The look again proved to me that the dragon was a weak and arrogant being. After all, it didn't even have an aura, and it the moment I stopped focusing on him he would disappear..
But, I was very wrong about that judgement, I was so very wrong.
In the next instant, before I could even react properly, I felt line of heat on my throat.
It happened so fast that I needed some time to process what had just happened. When I looked at my neck, I saw the dragon claw's covered with blood, my blood.
The dragon had just slashed and slit my throat.
"Ghaa!" I screamed as I felt a jolt of pain rush through my entire body.
But, in the next moment, something even more horrifying happened, the dragon used its jaw to to bite my neck and rip my entire head off.
It was very painful. And something even scarier than happened.
Because I was still a little "alive" I could see my beheaded body falling down on the floor with an audible *thump*.
That sight, that sight, that sight. It wasn't something that was even remotely normal. Just seeing that scene happening in front of my eye had made me lose my dying mind - even before the sweet hands of mother death.
The loss I felt was so great that I was certain that even if I was completely sane and happy, the feeling would have still killed me.
And just like that, before I could even process what had happened, my life had ended.
...
'Why!' I questioned to myself.
Just why did that dragon kill him, we hadn't done anything to it, so why did it try to kill us.
Why. We wouldn't even try to kill it, but it, it brutally killed him. My brother. My brother who I had spent most of my life with.
The dragon then started to burn the body of my brother which he had brutally killed and our houses, which we had built with our sweat and blood.]]
"No." I said under my breath.
I then again looked at the dragon, and I was terrified even more; the dragon had an euphoric expression.
It was enjoying it, it was enjoying us panicking, it was enjoying us being afraid.... it was enjoying us suffering.
The a large amount of terror spread through my entire body. I was very close to pissing and shitting myself.
"Come!" the dragon then looked as at us and said it with so much bloodlust within his voice that the entire forest shook because of it.
To say that it was just terrifying would be a massive understatement.
...
"Bastard! Who do you think you are!" the 3m tall orc started charging towards me.
He seemed to be like the one with the highest mental strength, and maybe even the strongest one in the village.
"Brother Brougrah!" another orc called his brother.
The orc, or should I say, Brougrah stopped to look at him, he looked at him with a soft expression him and gestured him to run.
'Not like that's going to happen on my watch.' I, with a sadistic face, burst towards the orc that Brougrah was looking at and quickly tore it arms and legs, making sure that I inflicted as much pain as I could.
"So, your name's Brougrah, orc!?" I asked him with a sadistic grin of my face whilst I heard the scream of agony from the orc I had just amputated.
Brougrah looked sick when he saw my deed, he look as if he was about to puke.
But, the feeling of wrath of quickly overpowered it, "BASTARD!!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!! YOU DARE SAY MY NAME, YOU, WHO HAVE MERCILESSLY KILLED TWO OF MY DEAR BROTHERS, WHO MEANT YOU NO HARM!!!" Brougrah shouted.
The anger in his voice shook the entire atmosphere, and even make the forest quiver. It also made some orcs defecate themselves.
But, to me, it was all but a whining voice that tried its best to look strong.
"Shut your fucking mouth. You dare to even speak against me, orc! Orc, do you not even know how to speak to a higher being." I said in a cold and monotone voice, filled with wrath and bloodlust.
The voice was so cold that even I was surprised about it.
The orcs hearing the voice were scared, very scared. They weren't even moving. It made me feel joy and ecstasy.
I then looked down on the orc I had just amputated.
"Very well, orc. I shall end your suffering." I then quickly ripped the orcs stomach so that he would feel as much suffering as he physically could until he died.
"Y-Y-YOU, YOU MONSTER!!! WHAT HAVE WE EVER DONE TO YOU!!!?" Brougrah asked, very angry about the way I had treated his brother.
"You existed." I answered cooldy, as I slit the screaming orcs through as it was getting a little annoying. Plus, I wanted to hear the orc in front of me scream the most.
"You aren't a monster... you," Brougrah stuttered a little, "are, ghaaa." blood started to clot on his mouth as I slit his throat.
"Shut the fuck up, you are annoying me." I then quickly tore his face off and was a little disappointed that I couldn't hear him scream in agony.
But, I didn't mind it that much. There were still about 98 more orcs for me.
"Ahh!" due to them seeing me kill the strongest orc, and started the running, the entire village then followed suit. Though there were still some who looked at me with fury in their eyes - they were probably going to do something, but I didn't care about it that much.
I then quickly started running towards the orcs that were running and in a single swift motion started to cut their tendons.
One by one, they started to fall down. Making the others even more afraid
I also found out that everyone in the village was running towards what was a gate.
I was happy to know that since that meant that I could burn all of them with a single breath attack and then later kill all of them with my claws, in style so I can get the skill.
I then jumped over a house and started to go towards the gate, I was going to make them suffer. I was going to make them pay for building a wall to protect themselves with.
I was going to make something that had protected these bastards the scariest death trap they had ever seen.
I then laughed sadistically as I went towards the gate.
I was the fastest on there, as the orcs were only fast as normal human - maybe a bit slower.
The orcs which had made it to the gate were all surprised and scared to see me waiting for them.
There were about 60 or something orcs in front of me. I knew that I was no match for the numbers in front of me if I fought them head-on.
So I did what every smart, or moderately, human being would do.
"Burn!" I said those words out loud as I used my inferno breath to scorch the orcs in front of me.
My breath was pretty big, and the fire that was surrounding them also helped me a lot. So about half of the orcs that were in front of me got burned.
Due to my breath having the inferno element, and it being a dragon's breath - plus me being Pseudo Ultra Instinct helped a lot as well.
I inflicted so much pain that the orcs were almost paralyzed.