A new story begins, and Qianyuan embarks on a new journey.
In this tiny world, people are holding an incredibly grand celebration.
"The annual Octagonal Beast Battle is about to begin again. I wonder which one will be the winner this year?"
"Hopefully this match will be more exciting than the last one. There weren't any thrilling fight scenes last time; it was so boring I almost fell asleep. I don't know if these people came to fight or to be lovey-dovey; it almost made me throw up. Who the hell wants to see two beasts being all lovey-dovey? Ugh!"
"Yes, we orcs are born warriors, with brutal genes, we should fight to the death! Everything else can go to hell! Those stupid entertainments are like dog shit, nobody wants to watch them!"
"If these S-class beast families can't put on a good show, I might as well go. I could kill these idiots with one kick!"
"Keyboard warrior upstairs? Just because you have a keyboard doesn't mean you can do anything. If you're so capable, go up to him and bark like a dog! An S-class orc could turn you into a foldable screen with just one finger."
"Fuck you, you son of a bitch!!!" (This comment has been blocked due to its potential threat to the forum's network security.)
Just by looking at the screen full of insults and the barrage of comments that are like those of bestiality and wild fighting maniacs, you can tell what kind of world this is.
A world of orcs where entertainment is scarce, combat power is revered, and strength is the ultimate virtue.
Although everyone usually wears a perfect exterior that is highly similar to humans, and develops the orc planet with the efficiency and precision of a machine, they have always suppressed their instincts related to their beast genes.
Wang once said that they should always be given something to vent their frustrations.
Thus, the annual beast fighting game, involving high-level orcs, became a hormone suppressant for all orcs. They suppressed their desires and found solace in the battles between high-level orcs.
For high-level orcs, beast battles also grant them the right to vie for supreme decision-making power.
This competition was like a battle of heroes, but instead of using various methods and skills, they transformed back into beasts and engaged in the most primitive hunting and killing on various maps.
Only beasts that truly rely on their exceptional hunting instincts and fight their way to the top can become the true king of beasts, the new king who will lead the entire high-ranking beastmen and beastman society.
This is the most convincing way to campaign.
It is the inescapable bestiality beneath the orcs' disguise, their formidable and terrifying fighting prowess, and their brutal and straightforward desires that run counter to it.
Perhaps they can be simply called true hypocrites or thugs in suits.
After the game officially began, in a quiet corner that no one paid attention to, the tiny cubs were placed there.
He was even smaller than a newborn orc cub, born naked on a leaf, light in weight, curled up into a tiny, snow-white creature.
The leaf didn't realize what was happening, and it twitched its tip, thinking that it was just a cute dewdrop that had landed on it.
It leaned over to hold the baby, letting it turn over and continue to curl up in the leaves and sleep soundly...
A series of roars echoed throughout the forest, but the cubs were not yet awakened by the terrifying sounds. The little creatures looked weak and exhausted, and without the care of a guardian, they didn't even know how to wake themselves up.
Until the first phase of the battle ended, a torrential downpour washed away all the blood and gore.
The rain was falling fast and hard, with several large drops hitting the child's head, making his head bump and scratch.
The boy was hit by raindrops several times before he realized he needed to take shelter, but his guardian wasn't around. He looked at the unfamiliar surroundings and chirped blankly several times, but no one responded.
The cub can only hide by itself first, which means sliding from the leaves to the leaves below, letting the leaves shield it from the rain.
Fortunately, when the cub felt cold, it found a small tuft of animal fur that had been plucked off nearby.
Such damage is inevitable in battle, but it benefits the cubs, who can wrap themselves in fur for warmth without feeling ashamed.
That small patch of fur was enough to cover him completely, making him look like he had transformed from a bald little dumpling into a fluffy, frizzy little dumpling.
Because the fur was a smoky gray, even the cubs looked like they were filled with black sesame paste.
Mao Mao Zai huddled in the corner waiting for the rain to stop. He waited for a long time before the rain gradually subsided.
And the cub finally took his first step into this world.
But on the very first step, I accidentally stepped into a puddle.
cub: ...
My son is very clean and doesn't like things like puddles, sand, or grass. Also, his skin is delicate and sensitive, and he feels uncomfortable if he gets even a little bit of it on him.
So from then on, the little fluffy ball hopped around.
With his hopping and skipping, he finally managed to attract the attention of the beastmen watching the duel by being more lively.
"Is the creature captured by camera number 109 a new species? I've never seen it before. It's furry and hopping around, quite cute."
"God, I feel disgusted just hearing the word 'cute' from an orc. Dude, don't spout such disgusting lies with your 36-degree mouth. I'm not falling for it, and I absolutely refuse to watch that scene!"
The cub was completely unaware that its every move was being recorded by the camera. The cub was just trying to get over the puddles one by one, and finally gave up in front of the largest puddle. It looked in the mirror with its reflection, and then scooped up water with its hands to wash its face.
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