Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation

Chapter 32. Ooooooooh! (2)

All strength in this world is relative.

This robust Orc warrior, who valiantly proved his strength against the Giant Bear, was certainly a strong individual.

But….

“Say it again, just one more time. You disrespectful little brat.”

“Kuweeek! Human, crazy human. Save this Orc!”

“Crazy human? Should I show you what truly crazy is, you bastard?”

“Save Orc… Kuwock! That's for the preservation of the race… Kuweeeek!”

“Dieeeee!”

In front of Patrick, he was nothing more than a punching bag that felt good to hit.

The soldiers who failed to stop him watched the scene of brutal abuse, sighing as they looked at the pitiful Orc with regretful eyes.

“Aigoo, in the end….”

“I knew this would happen. I knew it would come to this in the end.”

“It is said that fate cannot be defied by human strength.”

Once he gets like that, he can't be stopped.

Trying to stop him would only increase the number of people getting beaten.

* * *

Patrick had no particular goal in beating up the Orc.

If he's pissed, he beats them up.

This was Patrick's principle of action, carried on from his previous life.

So, when he was beating up the Orc warrior, he had no particular goal.

He didn't, but….

“Oh, great warrior. I pledge my loyalty.”

“…Why?”

Just as he said, truly, ‘why’.

Why did this result come about?

Not only Patrick, but the soldiers watching the situation from the side were also curious.

The Orc, after being thoroughly beaten by Patrick, came to his senses, and suddenly knelt on one knee towards Patrick, bowed his head, and pledged loyalty.

Isn't this a completely random situation?

At that moment, the Orc warrior raised his head.

What came into view were sparkling eyes without a hint of ulterior motive.

The Orc warrior, looking at Patrick with eyes reminiscent of a calf, spoke.

“You have proven yourself a superior warrior to me by easily subduing me with your bare hands.”

“Well, that's true.”

It seemed he was proud of it, even in this situation.

The Orc warrior looked at Patrick and said.

“Therefore, I pledge my loyalty.”

“Because I'm stronger than you, you'll obey. Is that it?”

“It is a matter of course for a warrior.”

“…Really?”

“Yes. That is correct.”

Looking at the Orc warrior who answered with a polite bow, Patrick realized.

“Ah…. No wonder he felt familiar.”

“What is it, Young Master?”

“It's nothing. Just reminded me of Mujong.”

“…Who is that?”

“There was a guy like that.”

Who on earth was he talking about?

The soldier had no way of knowing, but at this moment, Patrick recalled a memory from the past.

The Iron-Blooded Saber Dragon, Peng Mujong.

He was a direct descendant of the Hebei Peng Clan and a sworn brother who traveled with Jin Cheon.

In truth, though they were sworn brothers, they didn't hit it off from their first meeting.

Their first meeting….

[Ha, are you the swordsman from that failing third-rate sect? Don't be arrogant and know your place.]

It started like this.

And the ensuing development was roughly….

[Hmph, you're quite something. But you're still far from enough.]

[Y-you're pretty good. But the real fight starts now.]

[Aack! Big brother. I was wro—Kwaaak! I said I was wrong, you bastard! Aaaack!]

It was like that.

And finally, the end result was….

[Big brother. I, Peng, have fallen for your immense martial prowess and fiery personality. Please, accept this younger brother's bow.]

[Aren't you two years older than me?]

[If you're good at fighting, you're the older brother.]

[That makes sense.]

It became like that.

After that, the Iron-Blooded Saber Dragon Peng Mujong accompanied Jin Cheon, bleeding, drinking, and sweating through many battlefields.

Patrick looked at the Orc warrior with a distant gaze.

He challenges.

He gets beaten.

He submits.

Seeing this perfect three-step enlightenment process reminded him of Peng Mujong, the swordsman of the Hebei Peng Clan and his sworn brother from the past.

He was a really good younger brother.

His family was well-off, so he had a lot of money too.

There were many good things about having a rich younger brother.

If I said I wanted to drink, he'd buy me drinks.

If I said I was hungry, he'd buy me expensive dishes.

If I was bored, he'd rent out an entire brothel….

‘This older brother is sorry.’

Thinking back, he now realized he had only ever been on the receiving end.

‘Ah, so that's why the head of the Hebei Peng Clan had an expression like his stomach was boiling every time he saw me.’

It was only after dying and being reborn that Patrick realized the reason.

In any case, this Orc's way of thinking reminded him of his sworn brother from his past life.

Perhaps because of that, his anger seemed to subside a little.

“Ahem, well, alright. That's enough. Get up for now.”

“Understood, great warrior.”

“Let's introduce ourselves first.”

It was an introduction that came only after beating him to a pulp and receiving a pledge of loyalty.

“My name is Patrick Schneider. And you are?”

“I am Tutan.”

“Alright. Tutan. I heard earlier you're fighting some guy called King Uoger?”

“It is King Ogre.”

“Same difference. Anyway, if you're going to war against that expensive monster, you must have a good chance of winning, right?”

“Hahaha. Why do you ask something so obvious?”

“Hahaha. Well, of course, you said you'd fight because you have a chance of winning. But if possible, we'd like to join in….”

“Of course, we have no chance of winning. It is impossible to defeat the King Ogre with the strength of our Red Rock Tribe.”

“…Hey. Didn't you say you were going to fight?”

“We must fight. The King Ogre is evil.”

“Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I don't understand right now, so let's sort this situation out.”

Patrick, in a slightly calmer tone, went over the situation one by one.

“You said you're fighting the King Ogre, right?”

“Yes. That is correct.”

“And you said you have no chance of winning?”

“Yes. That is correct.”

“Then if you fight, you'll all die?”

“We will all fight and die, down to the very last one.”

“Hahaha. I see. So that's how it was.”

“Hahahahahaha.”

“For crying out loud, you thoughtless bastards!”

Baaam!

Patrick's kick sent the robust Orc warrior flying.

Then, he flew into a rage, saying.

“You stupid bastards! If you lack the strength, you should be running away, not fighting. Why fight to the last man, why?”

“Kugh…. For a warrior, retreat is….”

“Do you want me to make you a glorious warrior right here, right now?”

“……”

The moment he saw Patrick's eyes glinting with killing intent, even the valiant warrior of the Orcs flinched for a moment and looked away.

‘Wow….

The Orc is scared.’

‘The opponent isn't even a dragon, but the Orc is scared.’

‘If I told other people this, would they believe it?’

The Orcs, a race of warriors.

It is their characteristic to fight to the end, ready for death even in defeat.

But it seemed that even a valiant warrior of the Orcs couldn't help but cower before the madness of a lunatic.

Patrick said to Tutan.

“Hey, is your home far from here?”

“It is not far.”

“Then let's go for a bit. We need to go and talk to your clan head? Or sect leader? What do you call them?”

“Chieftain.”

At Patrick's words, Oliver approached and carefully said.

“Right. Then I need to have a talk with that chieftain.”

“Understood.”

“The reason is…. Huh? You're going to guide me?”

“A warrior follows the will of a stronger warrior.”

“Oh. Right. I see.”

Patrick, who was about to launch into a long speech to persuade him, nodded and thought to himself.

‘This is surprisingly convenient.’

* * *

Three days later.

“We are almost ther—.”

“Hey, you son of a biiiitch!”

Baaam!

Patrick's kick landed squarely on the back of the valiant warrior Tutan.

Then, Patrick got on top of the fallen Tutan, gritted his teeth, and said.

“Why…. Why are you doing this? Big brother Patrick.”

In that short time, he had started calling him Big brother.

And Patrick gritted his teeth at his newly acquired younger brother and said.

“You said it wasn't far, you said it would be quick?”

“It's only been three da—Kwaaak!”

“Die. Die, you bastard!”

That's right.

Between person and person, or in this case, between person and Orc, the sense of distance was not always the same.

Tutan had said his settlement wasn't far, but that was by his standards; for humans, a three-day march was a considerable distance.

And this wasn't just any normal road, but a great forest teeming with monsters, wasn't it?

For the past three days, Patrick and the soldiers had suffered and walked through the backcountry of this great forest.

Fighting monsters at the drop of a hat.

Walking in circles to find drinking water.

Hunting for every meal because they had no food.

Getting bitten by bugs while sleeping.

They had walked for so long, yet they still hadn't arrived.

And this was a place where they had brought almost no food and where finding a source of drinking water was not easy.

Was that why?

“He deserves it. He really deserves that beating.”

“Our Young Master was very patient, waiting three whole days.”

“If it had been one more day, I would've lost my patience before the Young Master did.”

There wasn't a shred of sympathy in the eyes of the soldiers as they watched Tutan being brutally beaten under Patrick.

“Kuweeek! Big brother. Calm… Great warrior, calm….”

“Cut the crap! I'm not your Big brother! I'm not a great warrior!”

“That is for—Kuhuk…. Big brother to deci—Kuweeek! to….”

“Die! Die! You green-green bastard!”

As he was beating him up for a while, unexpected individuals appeared and saved Tutan.

“Tutaaaan!”

“Who is it? Who dares attack our brother?”

“All units, prepare for battle! It's an enemy!”

They were Orc warriors of the same Red Rock Tribe as Tutan.

They had rushed over like this after hearing their comrade's desperate screams during their patrol.

They were surprised for two reasons upon their arrival.

One was that Tutan, one of the most distinguished warriors of the Red Rock Tribe, was being beaten one-sidedly, and the other was….

“Grrrr… (What are you guys?)”

“Be careful! It's a new type of monster!”

“It is a being that is not sane. Be cautious!”

“Do not back down. We are Orcs, the race of warriors!”

“Arrrr… (Calling a person a monster? Are these bastards asking to die as a group?)”

Just as Patrick was about to charge at the poor Orcs, Sanson and the other soldiers hurriedly intervened.

“Young Master. Please calm down for a moment.”

“Karrrrrl. (These bastards are calling me a monster?)”

“It is a situation that can be easily misunderstood.”

“Grrrrr. (What did you say? You want to die too?)”

“Please speak like a person first.”

Only after the soldiers had spent a long time calming him down and Tutan persuaded the Orc warriors that it was a misunderstanding could the two sides clear up the confusion.

“So you're saying, Tutan, that this is a guest you brought?”

“That is right. And he is a great warrior, much stronger than I.”

“Hmm, it seems so.”

Tutan's face was swollen and bruised, clearly visible even on the green tone of the Orc's skin.

Wasn't this definitive proof that Patrick was stronger than Tutan?

Seeing him give a thumbs-up and smile even with a face that swollen, it seemed this guy wasn't normal either.

“Anyway, Big brother wishes to see the chieftain.”

“Why does he want to see the chieftain?”

“That is….”

Tutan, who was speaking, paused for a moment.

Then he turned around and said to Patrick.

“Big brother, why did you want to see the chieftain?”

He asks that now.

Now….

The soldiers looked at Tutan with pity, and Patrick looked up at the sky, let out a mournful sigh, and said.

“Why do only guys like this gather around me? Why?”