It was dark, and there isn't much space for him to move in. It annoyed the man who was currently as confused as he could be in his life.

The last thing he remember before he got into this dark and slimy place was the food he ate for dinner. It was a pizza and a cake that was sent to him by an unknown person.

He was a little skeptical of whether he should eat it or not. The timing matched his birthday, so he thought that maybe it was out of goodwill. But he found it very suspicious that the guards weren't revealing who sent the food.

Still, pizza and cake... those two were his favorites that he hasn't tasted for years. Well, it's not like you can find a store in prison, and even if there was, he wont have the money to buy anything.

After eating trash-like food for years, in the face such delicacies, he stood no chance to resist such a god-sent gift.

And so, he ate it. Minutes later, he started vomiting blood before he eventually collapsed.

'Oh, so it was really poisoned... I knew it! Did they really expect that such tricks would work on me?!' the man thought to himself.

It was then that another idea came to his mind, a dreadful thought that shook him to his very core.

'..If I'm dead, does that mean this is the afterlife? Am I in hell? But why... I did nothing wrong!!' the man screamed but no voice came out of his mouth. He knew it then, he was really in hell.

A dark and slimy cage with barely any space to move, that was hell. It was strange, this cage was quite a peaceful place for a so-called hell.

'Hmm... Well, if it's like this, then I guess it's fine.'

As that thought crossed his mind, he suddenly felt a strong force pushing down towards the hell-hole below. Caught by the unexpected change of feelings hell had for him, the man tried to grab onto anything he could find.

Unfortunately, there was nothing in this cage but the slimy fluids and total darkness. Both things that are not helping him in the slightest.

'Fuck... How could you do this to me, Hell?! I thought we were friends!!' that was his last thought inside the thing he called hell before he was flushed down to wherever he was now.

* * *

'This... what is this. Where am I?' the man thought as he looked around him. He was surrounded by burnt houses, corpses, and blood. Base on his experience and sheer common sense, something bad definitely happened here.

This place was definitely not a good place to be in right now. Specially for him who didn't even know where he really was at the moment. But still, he felt quite great about this place. It didn't feel like hell. He was breathing, and his butt hurt a little, but most importantly; he was alive.

'..I'm alive, I am free...! Goodbye hell, I hope we never meet again!' the man thought. 'Kekekeke!' and these soon followed.

The man cheered for his newfound freedom and life. But his happiness was cut short when something suddenly grabbed his right leg, before slamming him to the ground.

"Ackk!" were the first words that came out of his mouth.

"Oh! This one is alive, and he's quite durable!" a voice said.

'Durable...? This fucking shit...!!' the man thought, ready to give whoever the culprit was a good beating.

"Huh..?" he said, surprised by what greeted his eyes when he turned around. The first one was the gigantic figure before him, and base on his gaming experiences, he knew he had seen this kind of face before. A very common mob in any fantasy game; an orc.

The second was the blue screen that was blocking the full glory of the orc before him. Which is something he didn't know if he should be thankful about or not.

[-16HP]

[HP: 234/250]

That was the first message that appeared before him which was quicky followed by another.

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[Name]: None

[Type]: Orc, Grunt

[Attributes]:

Strength - 35

Dexterity - 23

Vitality - 30

Spirit - 18

[Skills]:

[Blessing]: None

[Status]: Normal

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"..Is this a game?" the man blurted out as he stared at the blue screen.

"Follow me, boy. You're coming with us." the orc grunt said as he grabbed the little orc's head before pulling it up. The latter of course had no choice but stand up and follow the hand that was dragging his head. He tried to fight back against the pulling force, which is the mighty orc's hand.

He raised both of his arms, grabbed the giant orc's hand, before pushing the hand off his head. As he did so, he noticed how small his hand seems to be. Not just his hands but his whole body felt smaller, and looking at his hands; it looked different.

His skin was red, his nails were sharp and as dark as coal. He truely isn't the same as he was before, specifically because of the fact that he wasn't even human now.

'Well... should I say, as I expected? I guess I should be happy that I didn't turn into other types of animal.' he thought to himself. His arms, still pushing off the giant orc's hand.

The orc was a bit surprised by the strength coming from the little hands that was pushing his own. But that didn't last long, as the orc once again saw the little orc's red skin.

"Just follow me, boy. Or do you want me to give you a kwangk?" the orc asked.

"What kwangk?!"

"This..." the orc said, before slamming his other hand on the little orc's head. The latter quickly fell to the ground with a thud, and before he could recover from the impact, he once again felt a huge hand grabbing his leg. "...and this." the orc added before slamming him to ground.

[-14HP]

[-23HP]

[HP:197/250]

'Maybe this is actually hell? If not, then maybe this orc is trying to kill me? Fuck, it's so strange how that much trashing haven't killed me yet.'

As the dust settled, the orc grunt grinned seeing the little orc with a bit of blood around his body. It was rare for an orc to beat an high-orc, so this could definitely be called an achievement that could raise his status as an orc.

With higher status comes more food, more mates, and greater honor. It was the dream of anyone, regardless of race; to stand at the top, or at least at a high position.

"Gegege-" the orc laughed, but his laughter was cut short by the sudden roar of a certain someone that he knew very well.

"What do you think you're doing?!" said a red-skinned elderly orc from afar. The elder was then followed by another red orc, a female, but quite small. Behind the two orcs, there were three green skinned orcs that were also grunts. The same rank as the nameless grunt.

"T-that..." the grunt said, trying to use his non-existent brain.

The elder orc, seeing the dumb face the grint was making, decided not to bother with the reasons and simply beat him up.

From the elder's palm, a ball of light emerged, and with a flick of a finger, it shot towards the grunt; which sent the latter flying off the distance.

"Forgive him if he had been rude, it was common for most orcs to be... that... way...?" theelder orc stopped, looking at the young orc, the shaman realized that he was too young. Almost like a new born.

Near the child, just a few meters away, a corpses of a red female orc could be seen. Lying on the ground, void of any signs of life.

"Oh... So, ah... you better not turn around." the shaman said.

The little orc, hearing his strange words looked back to where he came from. There, he saw the body of a woman lying dead on the ground. It wasn't human, he can tell. It was the same as him, someone with a red skin.

He knew what it was very well. It was the dark, slimy place that he came from. The place that he called...

'Is that....'

"..Hell?"