Villain of my own novel

AN: I didn't upload any chapters yesterday because the voting function had stopped working due to the previous chapter's use of Chinese or Korean characters. I had no idea what to do, so I searched Google and Discord for solutions while sweating beads. I apologize for not uploading the chapters.

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"I mean, What if this individual X knows about the future we don't? Let's say that this individual X somehow managed to damage the system and it is increasing its influence here, on earth, to heal or repair back itself?" Jiwoo asked.

"Hmm.." Vinny, too, started to ponder.

"Damn, you really do think a lot..." Vinny said after pondering for a bit.

'If this individual X guy did something to the system then we have to make plans about how to deal with him, if he turns out to be a bad guy... a individual strong enough to damage the system..... Which is nigh impossible!' Vinny thought.

'The system has almost every human depending on it, such a thing or being can't simply be damaged and if a being strong enough to damage the system exists then some kind of defence or warning from the system would have arrived!' Vinny reasoned with mixture of thoughts.

"..... Anyway, I'll call Eshwar and ask him to join us." Vinny said after he stopped racking his mind.

"Yea, alright." Jiwoo replied back and paced up.

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"Sh*t!" I cursed after looking at a new horde approach Isha.

'That's a group of f**king Orc warriors!' I thought and dashed at Isha.

Orc warriors are a type of Orc that will fight to the death if they start a fight. To be considered a winner, they must survive in a death match. Orcs and Orc warriors are easily distinguished because they are tattooed for each match they win. Tattoos are typically a single red stripe for each fight they survive, and they create a maze-like pattern on their body with each stripe they add.

As I paced up a notch, I held out my right hand with the devil's shotgun manifesting in it.

[Isha, run back!] I said telepathically.

Isha turned to face me as I dashed towards her from behind, and she dashed towards me without hesitation.

'I'm not sure whether I should laugh or cry...' Looking at her, I realized she trusted me enough to move without hesitation.

'.... If someone took advantage of her trust in me...and, even if I try to make her understand that it's not good to trust everyone, it'll just be me rambling like an idiot, like it happened with Quinn....'

When we were almost in front of each other, I drifted forward, using the momentum I had built, and made myself a little slower so that Isha could easily dodge, who appeared to be pacing up instead of dodging.

"Sh*t." I blurred out.

I extended my left arm, caught her by the waist, and stopped the crash. Our foreheads lightly bumped against each other as I held her in my arm and moved forward, the devil's shotgun in my right hand, towards the horde of Orc warriors.

"What were you thinking when you paced up instead of dodging?" I asked her, staring at her in disbelief as our faces were only an inch apart.

"... A Cyclops?" I blurred out while looking at her eyes, which seemed to merge into one because our faces were so close.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cyclops. I just remembered a scene from a I read when I was a kid." She answered while panting and sweating.

I came to a halt 20 feet away from the Orc warriors, let go of the 'she cyclops,' and looked at the Orc warriors who were staring at us.

"Grr.... Gri ririri.... Growrigi... Rigririri." The Orc warrior with the least amount of tattoos came forward and said, pointing his club at Isha.

"...." Isha looked at the Orc warriors horde with amazed expression.

".... Do you want to?" I looked at Isha over my shoulder and asked.

"Huh? What?" she asked looking at me in disbelief.

".... He is challenging you to a death match with his pride as a warrior on the line." I explained.

"You.... Understand them?" she asked with a surprised look.

"Yeah well ....." I answered.

'I technically grew up among them.... How would I survive if couldn't even learn their language and culture?' I added inwardly.

".... I can't fight a whole horde by myself..." Isha mumbled while looking at me in daze.

"Huh? What're you talking about? You'll only fight him in a death match while no one would help you." I explained.

"Huh? Won't they attack me in the middle?" she asked looking at the Orc warriors in disbelief.

"Why would they? He is fighting you with his 'pride' as a warrior on the line which is almost the same as saying 'I'll die if I lose the match against you'..... well, he'll still die because it's a death match, but he'll die with honour." I explained.

"How would I know that?" she grunted.

'Oh! Right, I'm the odd one... And here I was thinking what nonsense she was on about.'

"Right, sorry. If you accept the duel, no one will interfere in it even if you guys were dying." I explained in a simple way.

"...." Isha pondered at my words. She stood cross armed while resting her chin on her left fist.

"..... Then, I'll accept a match but not a death match, so I can fight with them as long as the both of us agree for it, with that I'll get used to fighting and experience fighting against stronger opponents." She thought out loud.

"Yea, it'll increase your endurance too, but they should accept your request first and you should prove yourself as a warrior to them." I explained.

'They are not that strong... 'Berra' is hundred times stronger than them, in many ways.' I thought as I remembered a Orc warrior chief from Sector one's inner parts.

'Chief' is a title given to those who rule a village and Berra was an Orc warrior chief who ruled a village of Orc warriors with about 100 of them living in it.

'I hope they're all doing well...'

"How do I explain it to them?" Isha asked, snapping me out from my thoughts.

"I'll do that, instead heal and rest a bit while I try explain it to them..." I said and turned to face the Orc warriors.

"Haa..." I sighed.

'I hope they're a bit smarter and not a muscle head like Berra...' I shook my head and walked towards the horde.