Chapter 90: So Much Work

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: So Much Work

The battle ended in such a manner.

Victor rose to his feet. In the distance, he could see the Dire lion he had come with on the ground. Wounded.

This was how Popo had come close enough.

The Dire lion must have seen him, but did nothing because he thought that since Popo was a Barbarian, he was ally.

Victor felt bad. He had began to consider these Dire lions as one of his own. Seeing it suffer like this in pain really hurt him.

He did not want to do it. But the weight of responsibility was heavy on his shoulder. He willed the last low grade potion from his Inventory.

Then poured it on the stab wound on the under belly of the Dire lion.

And there goes my life line. I should really get some more potions.

But then he thought of the cost and it left a pang in his chest.

Which brought yet another thought to his mind.

"I need to make money."

The wound sealed. The Dire lion rose, excited, licking Victor. "Yeah yeah! I am happy you are alive too. Just not with your barbed tongue. And make sure you don’t let him get away next time."

Ding

[+5 XP]

The alert came.

Victor should have been smiling at this. But he was not.

At the beginning of the battle, the system had given the Trial to defend their home.

But even though the Orc leader was dead, there was no system alert.

This could only mean one thing. This wasn’t over.

Victor and Kiki, carrying the head of Vrok, made their way into the village.

There was still smoke and the smell of burnt fatty flesh mixed with the stink from the Orcs.

But the noise was no more.

On seeing Victor, Jaja raised a arm to beat his chest. "Chief Milkshake22 has led us into Victory!!!" He beat his chest wildly as he made war sounds from his throat.

The other Barbarians cheered, also beating their chest wildly.

There was fervent joy in the air. Kiki raised the head of Vrok, making the barbarians roar even louder.

There was a lot to think about, but seeing his people happy as they were, Victor could hold it back no longer. He raised both arms and two barbarians, a man and a woman, came and lifted him up from his legs.

Victor laughed gladly. It truly had not been easy.

Sixteen people versus Two hundred.

This was such an incredible feat that it would later form part of the songs that would be sang in the glory of his name.

Just as the celebrations continued, Lego pulled a particular figure into the center of the crowd.

It was Skarn.

"I found him cowering under the belly of a fallen Boar." Lego informed. "Should I kill him, my chief." He stepped forward with his sword.

Skarn panicked, raising his hands in surrender.

"Nooo... Wait! Wait!! I have use of this one."

Victor leaned in.

"Pick one, feed me information about your clan or die like your..." he pointed to the head of Vrok in Kiki’s grip.

"...Chief’s son."

The threat was effective. Skarn looked at Vrok’s head still dripping blood from the severed neck.

"Yes. Anything. I’ll tell you anything you want to know."

Victor nodded. "Good. Lock him up somewhere."

Skarn was taken away, and Victor informed the tribe of Popo’s and Foto’s betrayal.

They were shocked, but more than that, they were furious.

Especially Jaja.

Victor instructed that everyone rested a bit before clearing the battlefield.

No effort was made to find Popo nor Foto. There was no need. They wouldn’t be anywhere close.

Just then Victor’s eyes caught Coco with the others. Maybe it was because of her contribution in the battle, but no one looked at her like they would kill her again.

Of course, they still stayed away from her.

She merely nodded at him with a smile, and him at her, before she turned.

"Even after battle, all you think about is fucking another woman." Kiki stated. Loudly. Throwing Vrok’s head—hard enough to make Victor cave. She stormed away.

Victor wanted to say something, but did not know what to say.

Lego saw this and shook his head. He was tired of seeing this his clueless chief suffer. Besides, they just did good in battle. A bit of advise would help.

"My Chief, a bit of advice."

Victor leaned in.

"At least consummate your relationship with your betrothed first before looking outward."

"What? My what!? But she is not my betrothed. She is Popo’s."

Lego raised a brow at him puzzled, then the realization dawned.

"Wait. I thought you knew."

"Knew what?"

"Kiki was never betrothed to Popo. She was betrothed to the CHIEF. The position."

Victor blinked, "what!?"

"Yes. And since Popo never consummated the relationship with her, it’s as good as gone. Now, you are our chief. Which means...she is yours."

Victor was left wide eyes. "I have... a wife?"

"Technically not yet. But essentially... yes you do."

Lego looked up at Victor. He had a feeling he might have just fried his chief’s brain. He decided to leave things at that and walked away.

....

Victor finally broke out of his daze as he made his way to his tent. He would address the issue with his betrothal later.

For now, there were other things to think of.

There were a long range of classes one could unlock as a result of mana.

Of course, this range was also affected by the nature of the specie and character nature of the individual involved.

Victor remembered that according to the game lore, the magic towers had done extensive research on this but due to the boundary that had separated most for hundreds of years, they had only gone so far.

Still, he probably knew more about them than those magic towers. Classes were greatly affected by the character’s personality and the decisions they made.

Of course, this only happened on the condition that they had unlocked Magic Points as a result of mana.

While Victor had unlocked Mana, his had been done as a result of a Blessing.

This diverted the natural flow his mana should have taken to give him a class.

Then again, at the time, he was not thinking of staying in this world.

All he wanted to do was get away, and return to his world.

While he did not regret the decision to acquire a Blessing, having a class would have been cool too.

The Blessing was the same reason Kiki and Jaja had not unlocked their own classes.

Coco had unlocked the class Spiritualist and Foto who was now tagged a betrayal of the tribe had unlocked the class Enchantress.

Enchantress was a very troublesome class. What she did to Popo was proof of that. She would have been of great use if she was still on his side. But she wasn’t. And that was the most important part.

Victor made up his mind. If he ever saw her again, he would instantly end her.

If there was any thing he remembered about fantasy worlds, it was this. Never repeat the same mistake twice.

Not that he had any emotional attachment to either Popo nor Foto.

He just thought that the tribe needed every hand because of their dwindling numbers. But now the lesson had landed the hard way.

Kill on sight.

I should have just stuck to the rules from those villain Manwhas.

He sighed heavily. A lot was happening at a time. Someone even died today, and two people were injured badly.

He was chief. But damn this was so much work...