Azula Mitsu
I have slowly grown accustomed to the height these past few days; the trees became my friends and the only living thing that knew of my existence but yet didn't try to kill me. Sure, it couldn't move. Frankly, that was enough for me.
The ground, on the other hand, was my enemy. It gave away my tracks and held all the enemies that I knew and didn't know. And for that, I hated it.
While the wind remained neutral today, it wasn't always like that. Some days, it gave away my position. Some days, it concealed it.
I had, in a way, bonded with my surroundings in a way that helped my
survival. The ground is bad, the trees are good, and keep an eye on the wind as it's tricky.
I somehow ended up in new territory, but things only got worse. As I entered, I was greeted by a pig-like humanoid race called orcs.
With heights ranging from 10 feet or higher, they usually have abnormal physical strength with high levels of stamina, battle intelligence, and teamwork, as well as an enormous appetite.
They have flaws such as low agility, poor sensory in all aspects except smell, and thick, rubbery skin.
But those weaknesses seem to disappear for some; the ones with darker skin have harder skin, and the shorter ones are physically weaker but more agile.
They have enough intelligence to rank each other based on ability, gear, body type, and intelligence.
The weakest identifiable type is what I call the grunt, which is around 10 feet in height and is pink in skin color.
All weaknesses apply to them, but by no means are they weak; they are endowed with enough strength to remove a tree from the ground and enough intelligence to make them relatively proficient with a variety of
weapons.
I have documented everything for obvious reasons and need to use this to my advantage, which is why I'm currently in a tree 300 meters away from a small search party.
And who's only terrifying feat is killing a baby with no remorse? At least that's the rumor they're spreading.
I am an outcast. And probably always will be.
{Will she survive or get mutilated and eaten while trying? Find out next time about the survivor of the child murderer.}
Oh, and this thing exists. It can read my mind and give me stats and skills that I can either work to improve or use the shortcut, which is status points.
Status points are gained by leveling up to the peak of your current physical capabilities and having a sort of mini-evolution, as well as experience points gained through training or battle.
Experience points are used for the mini-evolution and leveling up. They increase stats and physical capabilities.
On top of all this, there is the phenomenal power of magic, which is one of the three main principles of this world; the other two are skills and race.
These three principles govern and guide this world's hierarchy, technology, and life itself.
In this case, I must ensure that I use these three principles to my advantage.
{The inner monologue continues.}
For now, I should focus on what I can understand properly, which are the
skills that are given to me due to my race.
[??? magic locked due to the system being an asshole-]
{Okay, now let's move on.}
{Let's see, oh look, a new magic just opened up.
[Poison magic: As compensation, you have gained this magic, which is a multi-purpose poison that can be used as two different toxins and one type of acid.]
"..."
{What? Fine, in addition, I'll give you sound magic.}
"..."
{Whatever complaint you have left; you can talk to my programmed ass.}
"Fine"
[Sound magic: As excess compensation, you have been given this magic that allows you to freely control the elements of sound.]
{You will additionally be rewarded with the starter pack.}
[The following skills have been received: soundless, poison bullet, poison fang, silk spinning, poison spray, scream, and sound amplification.]
{Live with that for now.}
{Do enough, and I'll do more.}
"I'm not thanking you."
{Don't care}
"I need a large food supply and fast food so I can start making my way out of this kingdom."
"My only option is for me to catch an orc before hunger catches up to me; insects and rabbits can no longer help; I need to do this while I can still
move."
I was now able to see my ribcage through my torn clothes. My wrist was bone, and my energy was fading.
The best chance I have is using my skills and hoping the wind continues to favor me; taking one on head-on is suicide.
My only bet is poison and the rest will help with the plan. These skills are my saving grace, and I'll survive.
"I swear," I say in a low, harsh whisper, as I begin stalking my first proper kill or food source.
[Soundless: A technique that cancels any noise from the user's body; it has some limitations. If you want to know, fuck around and find out.]
[Poison bullet: small, tiny balls made entirely of a liquid-based poison, fast movement speed, but very low damage]
[Poison fangs: will administer two types of toxins through a powerful bite.]
[Silk-spinning: Due to race, extra skill has been gained. Using skill, create incredibly sticky webbing that can trap an opponent, although it isn't that strong physically; it's just an adhesive.]
[Poison spray: spraying a visible vapor of your poison in the air, and the
effects will happen according to the poison type.]
[Scream: An incredibly powerful technique that uses mana to vibrate vocal cords together violently, which causes the vocal cords to smash against each other to produce a very loud shockwave that can stun, damage, deafen (obviously), or even kill an opponent depending on sensitivity.]
[Sound amplification: It is literally as the name implies, but it's dangerous, and so is the skill scream. Unlike normal magic, which doesn't affect the owner, sound magic has no such restriction, so if you decide to play the protagonist and use all your mana at once, you will most likely burst your eardrums or die:]
"Perfect."
"I forgot not to have hope when talking to you."