22~ The Classic Orc and Elf Plot, But the Main Character is Yourself (Two-in-One Chapter)
“Evil big guy, serves you right! Nah nah nah!” Seizing the moment, the golden-haired loli ran while turning back to stick her tongue out and make faces at the orc behind her, whose jaw hung open like a dog eating cr*p.
“Huff, huff huff………!” Standing up and snapping his dislocated jaw back in place, the orc realized he’d been tricked by this little thing. He let out a few grunts like a sick pig, his desires and anger intertwining, causing his bl**d to boil. He then charged off after Tillysha, ignoring the fainted moon elf lying unconscious along the way. His attention was completely captivated by Tillysha.
All Tillysha could think about right now was how she wished her legs could move any faster.
She wasn’t tired to the point of panting, and an elf’s physical capabilities were certainly stronger than that. This wasn’t even her limit yet, but her legs simply couldn’t speed up any further. Perhaps it had something to do with her not fully adapting to this body yet.
The blindness potion lacked lethal power, wouldn’t save the world, and at best could make the strong orcs trip and stay temporarily blind.
While this intense light might blind humans for longer, when dealing with orcs, its effect was somewhat reduced. However, she did manage to buy enough time. Nonetheless, the gap between them was still too large. The orc’s strides were quick and wide, whereas Tillysha’s were small and not all that fast.
She wondered if she should cancel her transformation, but was concerned about losing the orc’s attention. Besides, even if she turned back into human form, she wasn’t sure she could outrun the orc.
What had she done to deserve such trouble?!
It was like a clay Buddha crossing a river – shouldn’t she have ignored it in the first place!
Yet, amidst all the chaos, Tillysha surprisingly did not lose her cool. She clearly understood that there was no way she could outrun the orc.
She calculated her chances inside her mind, pondering how to defeat this orc.
Currently, the only way she could injure the orc was with the g*n that was nearly overheated in her hand. Even if she did manage to hit the mark in a hurry, it wasn’t guaranteed she’d hit a fatal spot. If she didn’t k*ll him with one shot, it’d only push herself closer to the fire.
Because non-lethal damage would only increase the orc’s ferocity. At that point, she’d rather not have pulled the trigger at all; at least she might have been treated a little lighter when she was taken down………
Nonsense! The outcome would be the same anyway!
Upon touching the blindness potion hanging on her waist, Tillysha calmed down.
There was one remaining dazzling potion.
This was her only chance.
Tillysha decided to use the same trick again, confident that the orc wouldn’t suspect anything. After all, as a race, orcs only possessed single-digit intelligence levels outside of battles and plundering.
“Evil Mr. Orc, catch this!” Tillysha pulled off the silver tube and threw the potion at the orc’s face.
Eating this attack full force the second time around, the orc finally learned his lesson. This time, he stopped in his tracks to avoid another fall – exactly what Tillysha had counted on.
Just as the orc turned away, Tillysha suddenly spun around, squatted slightly, and raised her rifle barrel.
“BOOM!”
Sparks flew from the muzzle, smoke billowed out of the metal tube due to overload, and a boiling b*llet splattered all over the orc’s face. In the deafening screams of pain from the big brute, Tillysha had mixed feelings.
She hit him, but it seemed she had overestimated the power of firearms in this world or underestimated how tough the orcs’ thick skin and steel-like muscles were.
According to her plan, this g*n, combined with the blindness potion, should have penetrated the orc’s skull, causing him to gush out bl**d and d*e instantly.
But who would have thought the orc’s skull was this hard, hard enough that even firearms couldn’t penetrate it!
Iron-head kid.
Moreover, this b*llet was aimed at the orc’s skull, not toward the more vulnerable organs like eyes. This meant that, even if the attack physically impacted the orc, he would simply feel pain for a while. After the pain subsided, he would handle her even more roughly………….
Isn’t this tricking people?!
Tillysha now understood why firearms weren’t top-tier in this world – if you couldn’t k*ll even a common orc of this lower-tier demonic race, you’d only be giving the enemy a bonus. They were troublesome to use, and after one shot, they became useless, with both continuous combat ability and damage output being extremely weak!
As Tillysha expected, the orc finally recovered from his howls of agony and let out a roar.
Although Tillysha didn’t understand Orcish, the bloodshot eyes told her enough what he was probably saying.
Something along the lines of ‘Stinking (blank)(blank) pool, I’m gonna tear you apart (censored)’.
She stayed silent, not bothering to turn and escape. She touched her waist again.
She was out of dazzling potions.
These white items she used to disdain so much in everyday treasure hunting now seemed so crucial.
Only now did she realize, such strategic alchemical drugs, in battle, each bottle meant more time.
She had no more options, right?
Logically, yes.
As the orc gradually approached, the elf girl, Tillysha, was left holding a smoking overheated firearm with all her tricks exhausted.
Perhaps, in this remaining relatively free time, she could already see what her future life would look like?
Being the hot weapon tied up at the entrance of the orc village………….
But she hadn’t given up.
There would always be a way until the last moment.
Believing this, she touched the golden daisy butterfly hair accessory pinned to her side and quickly switched to her treasure hunting interface.
With two hard-earned tokens, she pressed the prize draw without hesitation.
No problem.
Tillysha tossed the g*n to the side, one hand stroking her hair accessory while the other hovered in the air, calm and composed.
No matter what item would be pulled out, she was prepared to accept it.
If it was a harmful item, she would use it immediately.
But not for the orc, for herself.
If she couldn’t k*ll this thick-skinned brute, it would be the greatest sin. She’d rather d*e completely than be desecrated.
Turned out, some people were just plain black lottery winners till their dying day. The thing that floated out of the fortune pouch wasn’t white, but didn’t quite hit the sweet spot either.
Blue.
Then appeared in Tillysha’s palm, a short and round glass vial filled with red liquid.
The shape, although strange yet familiar, Tillysha didn’t even need to use the Divine Analysis Technique to check; one glance was all it took for her to figure out the purpose of this alchemical potion.
But it was already too late. The ferocious orc had already rushed forward.
“Slap slap!” Tillysha was violently knocked down on the ground, just like the standard ending of the doujinshi she’d read, the only difference being that the elf girl from some unknown village was now herself.
Who’d have guessed that even men in another world would end up in this……
Was this a punishment for her past habit of mercilessly “admiring” unnamed elf misses in doujinshis?……
Regretting her inability to bite her tongue and commit s*icide, Tillysha was powerless to resist as the victor of the spoil.
What would happen next, likely, had little to do with biology. The theoretically knowledge-rich but battle-practical experience-zero Tillysha had already conceived dozens of variations in preparation, climax, and aftermath.
After the initial few blows, whether her life would remain intact was questionable.
Tillysha couldn’t get up. But facing this easily captured trophy, the orc seemed oddly not in rush to enjoy it. He simply stood still. This weak elf had nowhere to run anyway.
Like a cat, after catching a mouse, would play with its catch before eventually eating it to satisfy hunger, the orc probably shared this mindset.
He delighted in the victim’s current fear. This small elf had caused him plenty of trouble, and now, caught in his grasp, he could do with her as he pleased.
He gave a sinister laugh toward the supine Tillysha, and then noticed a crimson alchemical potion that had slipped from Tillysha’s hand.
“?” The orc mumbled something unintelligibly, picking up the potion and flipping it over, examining it. It was evident that the orc’s intelligence wasn’t enough to understand this “high-tech product.”
The orc sniffed it, perhaps trying to identify the item through smell alone.
Of course, the orc’s sense of smell wasn’t as good as the Divine Analysis Technique. After sniffing for a long time, he couldn’t make sense of the alchemical liquid in the flask.
This was natural. Orcs had low learning capabilities. They identified objects purely through experience and could only recognize the familiar. Even if they drank the potion, it wouldn’t make a difference.
However, if he dared to do so………
Watching the orc’s increasingly risky handling, Tillysha sensed trouble was coming. With her remaining strength, she tried to scoot herself further back, to avoid any possible collateral damage.
Finally, the orc, with suicidal recklessness, placed his hand on the “safety latch” of the red drug, seemingly curious about the movable silver tube.
Looking inside the flask at the red liquid, the orc had an epiphany and eyed Tillysha from head to toe with a vulgar and n*ked glare.
This little elf girl was wise beyond her years, having foreseen his intentions, and prepared the necessary stimulants for him.
There was a sense of joy akin to getting two items for the price of one.
So, the orc attempted to open the flask, finding it unexpectedly secure. Eventually, he noticed the movable safety latch.
He poked at it, the safety latch moved once; poked again, it moved once more.
Poke poke poke…………
“BOOMB BOOMB BOOMB!!”
Tillysha had already moved far enough to avoid the worst, but even so, the thunderous explosion still made her pointed ears quiver. The heat wave scorched her cheeks red.
d*mn potent. The safety was indeed removed by him.
Just as Tillysha guessed, the short round vial contained a highly volatile and unstable alchemical potion, which would explode violently several seconds after the safety mechanism was dismantled.
There was a reason it looked just like a grenade.
As the smoke cleared, the orc lay on the ground, battered and torn. If firearms found it hard to penetrate orc armor, then the power of this red alchemical potion was certainly enough. Still, the orc was remarkably resilient, tough in every sense, surviving the blast.
“Ababa ababa…….,” the orc was barely recognizable, his face fully disfigured, muscles destroyed, and bones exposed. The chest and neck were filled with burst bl**d vessels, yet despite all this, he remained alive.
He stared longingly, his bloodied arms still hanging in the air, apparently still puzzled about why he had just been blown apart.
Attempting to push himself up with his hands, the orc was once again pinned down by Tillysha’s snow-white, milk-cake-soft and delicate foot on his chest.
Painstakingly, anger couldn’t rise yet as a large barrel was forcibly shoved into his half-destroyed mouth.
“Your continued existence would only harm more girls, so, sorry, Mr. Orc.” Tillysha, standing on the orc, tilted her head and looked down at the orc, her eyes like still water free of ripples, viewing him like a dead body.
“I just can’t let the wicked Demon race go unpunished. You know.”
“So, Mr. Orc, it’s time to see your Demon King.”
“Oooahh!!” The d*ath knell tolled, and the orc finally realized the impending calamity.
The orc’s body had been heavily paralyzed by the alchemical potion’s explosions. He rolled his bloodshot eyes, struggling to say something, whether pleadings or futile curses wouldn’t save his life.
Tillysha knew that regular means would not harm the tough-skinned orc, so she shoved the firearm into the orc’s mouth. Inside the body, the tender flesh was easy prey for the firearm.
Without hesitation, Tillysha pulled the trigger.
“BOOM!”
With a thunderous roar, the orc ceased moving, lying flat on the ground, a whiff of black smoke billowing from his mouth.
Tossing the firearm aside, Tillysha collapsed onto the ground with exhaustion.
The orc, dead and buried.
(Double update, ya see!)
