The night passed with almost no trouble, and soon the sun rose and lit up everything.

Byung got almost no sleep because he worried something bad would happen that night. He could not stop the fear, but he had forgotten it was impossible to rest where he was.

Byung looked awful. There was no other word for it, but this was the result of his choices.

The orc saw his tired face but said nothing. He thought they had sex all night.

But Maui looked fine, so this problem was only for Byung.

He was a goblin. There was no way his small body could keep up with an orc, even if his penis looked like it belonged to a different creature.

They kept traveling, and Maui liked moving in the day more than at night for obvious security reasons.

This way, she could see everything, and it would be much harder to surprise them should an ambush occur even though she was more than capable of neutralizing all threats.

Since they did not have to travel all night, she wondered why they had to leave at first.

There must have been some places they needed to pass in the dark, and Maui knew it was best not to ask as long as they reached their destination at the end of the day.

They left as soon as it was dawn. The freezing cold was still there, which made the poop smell less and allowed Byung to bear it.

The worst part was sunrise. The heat would make the poop smell even worse so this current situation favored Byung some comfort at least for the next hour or so.

But this could also be one reason he traveled late at night to lessen the effects on Byung.

At last, they made progress as they came near a small camp, but Maui saw these people were not orcs or goblins.

They were humans, and they were in chains. She looked at the nameless orc.

He did not even notice them or Maui's look. He kept his eyes on the hard road ahead.

These were humans who would be sold as slaves. They were criminals, after all, and there was no way these things were not part of their world.

Maui looked away even though she could see them begging for help with their eyes. Their mouths were too weak to say a word.

And their guards were orcs. She had no idea orcs had come this far out of their own lands.

They should not be this far out. The lands they had—well, not every orc would be happy with that life.

They passed the camp, and Maui was partly glad that Byung did not have to see any of this.

There was no telling what he would think of their kind if he saw such mean acts.

They could have stopped and asked these humans some questions, but they were running out of time, and there was a chance they would not know anything because of their weak minds.

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A lot was happening, but Drekk was ready to start training right away. He knew this was a chance to get stronger.

The goblins respected strength, and if he could fight Byung again, he could win back the respect of the other goblins.

Drekk felt his power when he grabbed his face and slammed him into the ground. There was no way he was holding back that much when they fought.

If Byung had used his full strength, the battle would not have been so one-sided.

The difference was Drekk was attacking to kill, but Byung was attacking to hold back.

Drekk had enough experience to know the battle would have been much more even if it was life or death.

And even with that, Byung let him keep some pride by letting the orcs give the blow that led to his loss.

Drekk could not stop thinking about it, but there was no way another goblin that young with no fight experience could match him.

There was no training, so there was no way he should even be able to fight, but this was another reason he lost.

Drekk was stronger, but the gap was not as big as the battle showed. But these orcs were the real thing.

Byung hid them and used them as a secret weapon, which was a smarter way to use their kind than just for breeding.

Drekk knew he was not allowed to leave, but Torgzit was. He was less of a threat and had become dependent on the medicine only Byung could make.

This meant he would not do anything that could take away his supply. The goal was to bring all the goblins from that site into this one.

They could gain from some training from real orcs, and this way, they could learn how to kill one.

Naruz might not be the best fighter, but there was no doubt her fight experience was greater than theirs, especially with their large numbers.

They should be able to put up a better fight since they had Byung's brain to do all the hard work.

Drekk and Naruz drew a huge crowd. The goblins could take a day off because their quota was already met for the next two months.

They did not need to work like slaves living on the edge of death, all thanks to Byung's inventions.

It was unarmed combat because Naruz knew there was something very wrong with this goblin, and if she messed up, he would kill her.

She knew this might be a bad idea, but Byung could use his strength, and she knew her own feelings did not matter.

In the end, it was Byung's needs that counted. She had to do what she thought was right for him—not for herself.

Drekk was ready to fight, and before she knew it, he dropped to all fours like some kind of animal.

"Huh?" Naruz said, and the moment this confused word left her barely open lips.

"He is like a wild beast," Naruz added one more thought before Drekk made his move.

Drekk rushed toward her at amazing speeds, but Naruz could follow his speed since it was not faster than she could react.

She reached for his neck, but because of the size difference, she had to bend to do this, which put her body at a bad angle.

"Got you," Naruz said, but Drekk's speed grew at the very last second.

Drekk jumped high into the air before landing a spinning kick to her temple, or at least this was his plan.

Naruz blocked the kick with her other hand, then grabbed his ankle and threw him high into the air.

"Did you really think that would work?" Naruz said.

The plan was smart, but if it did not work on her, there was no way it would work on any orc.

"Oh no!" Naruz thought to herself when she realized she had thrown him too far.

If he fell from that height, the impact would kill him.

Naruz looked at his face, and to her great surprise, Drekk had a wide smile on his face.

"This goblin gives me the creeps! Maybe I should let him fall," Naruz thought to herself for just a second.

But she was not going to do that and reached out to catch him, but Drekk used this chance to twist her middle finger out of place by using all his strength to hit her middle finger.

"You little jerk!" Naruz yelled as Drekk landed smoothly on the ground in front of her.

He had broken his fall and landed an attack at the same time with no harm to himself.

Drekk smirked, and the goblins went wild. All it took was letting down her guard for a few seconds.

Drekk was not useless after all, but Naruz put her finger back in place with a pained grunt at the end.

"You…! I will not hold back anymore!" Naruz shouted, and it took a little over 5 minutes for her to turn the tide of the fight.

Drekk was already out of breath and in clear pain, but he was excited. He loved fighting.

This orc had given him a new feeling he did not know he needed.

The fight went on for another 2 minutes until he was finally beaten.

The other goblins were clapping and cheering, seeing that not every fight had to end in blood.

A few other goblins stepped forward to challenge Naruz for fun, but they only lasted a few seconds even when they attacked in groups.

A reminder that what Drekk did was no easy thing, which brought back some of the respect he had lost.

Gribnox watched all of this. He was always sickened and scared by violence, but this looked pretty fun.

The goblins were smiling and laughing as they fought against an orc, a sight he never thought he would see even if he was given a hundred lifetimes.

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