In the dim light of the cave, Wax rose from his bed, stretching his massive, muscled arms. The rocky ceiling barely reached above his head, and the sound of soft, rhythmic breathing surrounded him.
He glanced down, his gaze sweeping over the 30 or so orc women who lay sprawled across his bed, naked and content in their sleep. Each one had been handpicked for their beauty and strength, but to Wax, they were little more than trophies-a reminder of his power, nothing more.
Wax, the orc lord, was no ordinary being. He hailed from a world where the rules of life and morality were completely different from Earth.
Back in his world, being aggressive, brutal, ugly, and filled with malevolent lust, roaming their lands as savage creatures, was considered good.
On the other hand, humans- who were the epitome of civilization, intelligent, cultured, and bound by strict societal rules that did not celebrate violence, domination, and cruelty as virtues-were considered like wild animals.
In that twisted world, wearing minimal clothing was seen as a mark of good behavior, a symbol of good education and a well-behaved orc. Only those who were weak, cowardly, or inhuman covered themselves with clothes like humans. The humans-the strange, gentle beings who practiced love, compassion, and family bonds- were regarded as disgusting things.
They wore clothes, they formed friendships, they didn't kill or betray their own like orcs did every day. Their refusal to embrace the lustful, savage nature made them inhuman in the eyes of orc civilization.
The concept of loyalty and love, family and friendship, was seen as the greatest cruelty, the vilest sin.
Wax's world was a place where brutality was celebrated, where the brutal and lustful acts depicted in shows we might watch at night called "hentai" were nothing but daily life.
In contrast, the anime loved by humans the ones that preached virtues like courage, kindness, and respect-were abominations, dismissed as sick.
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As Wax stood there, watching the sunrise filter through the mouth of the cave, his eyes narrowed with a dark sense of satisfaction. Outside, his empire stretched far and wide, a land filled with cages, where humans, elves, beastmen, and even orcs who dared oppose him were locked away, stripped of their dignity. The prisoners writhed in chains, naked and broken, their bodies beaten and bruised. Thousands of them lined the barren
Fields, their cries of despair lost to the winds. For Wax, it was a scene of triumph.
"Good... good," he muttered to himself, a smile curling his lips. This world, this evil place where humanity had grown too soft, too gentle, was in need of his guidance. Wax wasn't like the main characters from the fanfiction he despised back in his original world-the ones who always respected women, who talked about love and relationships.
To Wax, such things were laughable, weak, and utterly pointless. Respecting a woman? Caring for them as equals? That was a notion beneath him. He despised it with every fiber of his being.
In his world considering women tools, objects to be used and discarded as he pleased were considered respectfully and he was a good boy in his past life. That's why he never respected a woman in his life.
They weren't equals- they were below him, as were all those who spoke of compassion or affection. He looked down upon the heroes of this world who loved their women, who fought for their friends and family.
To Wax, they were fools. Weaklings, he thought bitterly, his smile fading for a moment. All of them. As he stared out at the cages, filled with the writhing, suffering masses. his mind wandered back to the day he had awakened in this new world.
Born into an young orc body, he had quickly realized that this world was a twisted and was from an anime his friend once force him to watch.
This world was too soft, too... kind. The people here practice good things like love, friendship, and family. It disgusted him. And so, Wax had made it his mission to bring true brutality to this world. To show these people what true strength looked like.
He wasn't a monster out of some misguided thirst for power or revenge-no, in his mind, he was only correct person, bringing a kind of twisted peace to the world by shaping it in the only way he knew how.
He would teach them to be brutish, ugly, malevolent, and lustful. He would strip away their misguided ideals of kindness and show them the way of true dominance. And, in his mind, this made him the most kind-hearted leader of all. After all, wasn't he correcting there twisted ideals?
Wax's eyes scanned the scene outside, his gaze settling on one particular group of prisoners-a mix of humans and elves, chained together, their bodies covered in
bruises from the beatings they had endured. One of the humans, a young man, dared to look up at Wax, defiance burning in his eyes despite the chains that bound him.
Wax's smile widened as he met the young man's gaze. "You'll learn soon enough, he whispered to himself.
"They all do." He could break them easily, but it will make him bad person. It wasn't just about physical strength. It was about teaching them that resistance was pointless. That kindness, compassion, and hope were
illusions-worthless fantasies that would only lead to pain. Wax wanted them to understand that the only way to survive was to embrace the brutality of this world.
He turned away from the prisoners, his thoughts turning to the future. He had grown powerful in this world, amassing an army of over 400,000 orcs, each one loyal to him and his vision. But he knew that his reign of
terror wouldn't go unchallenged.
There were forces out there- warriors, mages, and even evil being like true heroes-who would try to stop him. But Wax welcomed the challenge. It would only give him more opportunities to prove the
superiority of his ideals.
As he walked through the cave, past
the orc women who still lay sleeping, he thought about those heroes-the ones who spoke of love and justice. He despised them with every fiber of his being. They were
weak, pathetic, always talking about protecting others, always lusting after their precious women. He couldn't stand it. It made him sick.
"I'm not like those main characters," Wax muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. "I've never respected a woman in my life. I've never lowered myself to their level."
He had no time for love or affection, no interest in building connections or friendships. To Wax, those who did were pure evil. He didn't just dislike them-he hated them. He hated everything they stood for.
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Wax come from an alternate world of earth where orc are considered like humans and human's are considered like animals. All Morales you have will be opposite in his world.
Ex: if you respect a woman than in his world it will be disrespectful.
If you did not kill someone once in a while you will consider psychopath or murderers.