Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 98 - : SUMBIT OR DIE

A frustrated frown appeared on Kyle's face after being rejected by Jessica.

"Why?" Kyle asked, still frustrated.

"I'm sorry, but I can't."

"You still love Greg, don't you?" Kyle's voice was cold.

"I don't. I just can't love another after being hurt badly by the one I loved so much."

"I understand. Perhaps after I kill Greg, you'll realize how much I love you." Kyle smiled at her, deciding to walk away. "As for the demonization, you don't need to worry over it. I'll stop it a week before your complete demonization," he promised, earning a graceful smile from Jessica.

"Great god, I'm honored to be in your presence." Cumba bowed his head, paying his respects to Nemesis.

"Hmm, lead the way. The faster we get there, the better for me," Nemesis demanded, quickly taking a peek at Cumba's status window.

Cumba (Demon Goblin)

Bloodline: Dark Goblin (7%)

Level: 45

Health: 45,000

Strength: 54

Speed: 43

Stamina: 37

Intelligence: 42

Constitution: 34

Loyalty: 40

His stats were passable in Nemesis' eyes, but the reason he was the strongest warrior in the village was as clear as day when compared to Erisu. However, Nemesis wasn't impressed. Killing Cumba would still be an easy chore.

What caught his attention was Cumba's low loyalty stat. Nemesis was sure the goblin would do something foolish, but he didn't act on it. He wouldn't punish someone just because he believed they might commit a crime in the future. In Nemesis' code, one had to either commit the crime or be caught in the act to face punishment.

Cumba led Nemesis toward the Kobold mine, Nemesis following silently behind.

Minutes passed, and Nemesis grew frustrated, expressing his dissatisfaction quickly.

"Erisu said the mine isn't far from your settlement, so why exactly have we been walking for so long?"

"Forgive me, my Lord, but we are almost there. Just exercise a bit of patience," Cumba requested humbly.

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"Okay," Nemesis affirmed, allowing Cumba to lead once more.

He knew Cumba's actions were fishy but chose not to address the suspicions. A lion does not care for the plot of a sheep—it will crush the sheep regardless of its plan.

After more minutes, Cumba finally stopped in front of a fenced settlement. The fence was poorly made, partly due to a scarcity of materials but mostly due to poor craftsmanship.

"We are here, great god," Cumba said, barely holding back the smile and laughter threatening to break free.

"This isn't the Kobold mine, is it, Cumba?" Nemesis asked, a smile on his face as well.

"Finally figuring it out? Dumbass. Everyone praises you as a god, but I knew you were nothing but a fake—just someone lucky enough to survive the evil god," Cumba mocked openly, his disgust for Nemesis apparent.

"Where are we?" Nemesis asked, ignoring the mockery.

"Our location? We are in the territory of the Dark Orcs, the sovereign rulers of all territory within a five-kilometer radius. Their settlement acts as the focal point. Scared now? It's too late!" Cumba laughed loudly.

"Hah, a fool will always seek his doom, no matter how much the heavens try to save him," Nemesis muttered, looking at Cumba as if he were no different from a madman.

Tired of standing with the stupid Cumba, Nemesis walked arrogantly into the Dark Orcs' settlement. Cumba watched in confusion, convinced that Nemesis was simply hastening his own death.

"Kik! An intruder!" one of the Dark Orc guards shouted, alerting the others.

The orcs emerged from their homes, eager to see the arrogant intruder.

"Kik! Meat! Meat is mine!" the Dark Orc chief shouted, warning his subordinates firmly.

"I don't want to waste too much time here, so I will give you all just one chance," Nemesis stated. "Bow now and worship me, or face annihilation."

His words triggered laughter, not only from Cumba but from the gathered orcs as well.

"Kik! Arrogant food! No one comes close! I kill him meself!" the orc leader declared.

Lifting his heavy axe, he charged at Nemesis, hoping to cleave him in two. Nemesis, his face calm, willed Heaven's Defier into existence. The sword materialized in his hand, and the tattoo on his body vanished.

The orc leader reached arm's length, swinging his axe with full force. Nemesis easily parried the blow, and with a spinning kick, sent the orc chief flying—much to the shock of the spectators.

Nemesis was deliberately confronting the orc leader to display his strength and win the respect of the rest of the orcs. His goal remained the same as always.

The orc leader pulled himself from the ground, madness in his eyes. He rushed toward Nemesis again, this time keeping his guard up. He swung his heavy axe relentlessly, but Nemesis parried every strike with ease, frustrating the orc chief.

He felt as if he were going insane. Every swing, every ounce of force he poured into his attacks—easily deflected. And worse, he could see the looks of disappointment in his tribe members' eyes.

"Kik! Enemy is strong! Will get serious!" the orc leader bellowed, activating his bloodline and entering Berserk Mode.

The other orcs quickly backed away, widening the battleground. They all knew what came next. Once their leader went berserk, he would cleave through both allies and enemies alike—and none of them were ready to die.

BOOM!

The shockwave from the collision of Nemesis' sword and the orc leader's axe sent ripples through the camp. Those weaker were pushed back by the sheer force.

The fight raged on. Despite the berserk mode and the orc leader's erratic, unpredictable attacks, Nemesis saw through every move. His monstrous strength, which should have made every strike deadly, was deflected with ease. His speed, which should have overwhelmed any opponent, was matched step for step.

The berserk state faded, and the orc leader stumbled back, panting heavily.

"Huff... huff... huff..." He struggled to catch his breath.

"I will say this once," Nemesis' calm voice echoed throughout the camp. "Worship me—or die."

"Kik! Kik! An orc will never bow his head and submit to anyone! Orc is proud! Orc will never submit!" the orc leader declared, his fighting spirit unbroken.

"Oh? You think we are evenly matched?" Nemesis smirked. "Very well then. Allow me to show you what absolute power means."

Nemesis disappeared into a blur.

Before the orc leader could react, Nemesis reappeared in front of him. With a single swing of his sword, he carved a deep gash into the chief's chest.

"Kik!" The orc roared in pain.

But Nemesis wasn't done.

He appeared behind the orc and slashed again—this time even deeper. Then again. And again.

The one-sided battle left the spectators in shock.