Summoned into the wicked world
I died.
How would I know?
I just know how it happened. It was an instant flash, right before my eyes.
What cause my death?
A plane crash through the building and then— boom!
Instant death.
It was quick and sudden.
To be died like that was something else. I didn't have friends or a girlfriend. Reason why... because I was ugly, hard to look at. Everyone else looks at me the same way, disgusted.
When I thought I was finally able to live a new, better life, hoping to live as high noble or something as high status among peers.
A second chance was not, I imagined to be.
I woke up in another world just to look at the same way but more terrified to look at. Angry mobbed gathered to hunt me down. Villagers call enforcement to kill me. Even put my face on the bounty to reward whoever could slay me.
I wasn't even doing anything wrong, but I was being hunted like a monster.
However, unexpectedly. A monster actually existed in this world as such as other races that I know of from my previous life.
It seems now. I understand. My looks were enough to be described as orc big. Despite my scrawny, hideous, and ugliness figure, the piggies giant orc took me as one of them own.
They all thought I was an orc as them.
They took me in, fed me, and even showed me how to hunt and kill. However, the orcs weren't exactly intelligence, they were known for their brutes, strength, and lack of intellect.
But they were mostly omnivore.
One day...
Ashes rise among forests.
Our shelter was destroyed and burned down. We were hunted by the knights sent by the Holy Church. The orcs were captured, slaughtered, and even burned to crisp.
Right in front of our own eyes.
Speechless.
I was frightened to the core. I couldn't believe it. They were enjoying the thrill of hunting us like animals.
I was captured.
I scream in sympathy, hoping they let him live. Despite seeing the orcs cry in agony. I was only trying to survive.
The knights saw how I looked.
They show a disdain and unamused expression.
They weren't even the slightest interested in letting me go.
"Damn! You freak! I can't even tell if you are one of us!"
"Living like that! Is treason!"
"Fuck! I can't even imagine looking like that!"
"I bet your mom got fuck by some Orc. Damn it!"
One by one, each one was mocking and even threw hurtful words towards me.
I was on my knees crying.
I beg for them to let me live.
One of them stepped forward and spoke up, "Sure..." He said so casually.
I saw hope.
However... it was a false hope.
Right before I turn my back.
STABBED!
Blood spill.
It seems I once again died without living through my second chance of life. The world was cruel, twisted, and filled with nothing but bastards. I lay on the ground and saw how the orcs burned and killed right before my final breath.
I died.
That's what I thought it happened but—
"...huh!?" Surprise.
I'm back where I first came into this world. It seems like I regressed.
Little did I know that wasn't the only thing I was able to find out about my true hidden talents. Throughout my adventures, there was nothing but misery, but I soon adapted and learned from my previous experience.
I have overcome my past self.
Weakness, fear, and overall hesitation.
I no longer held back. What comes next will be revenges, bloodshed, and overwhelming hunger.
I'll will not make the same mistake ever again.
It's time for payback.
They wanted a monster.
"I'll give them what they ask for." Deep eerie tone.
I grow with my fellow brethren.