Deep within a forest, an orc was meditating atop a large flat boulder. The orc was about a hundred and ninety centimeters tall and had a well-built body. The orc hero, whose name was Sungmuk, had led the Forest of Despair monster corps and had brought pain to many users. He silently meditated with his Blue Steel sword strapped to his back.

Tap. Tap.

All around him, rain droplets started hitting the surface of the boulder. The drops were fairly large, as if they signaled an imminent downpour.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The number of droplets started increasing. Soon, a droplet fell right above Sungmuk’s head.

Ping!

However, the rain droplet didn’t wet his hair. Without any sound, Sungmuk had taken out his Blue Steel and halved the droplet mid-air.

P-Ping!

The halved droplet was halved once more with another strike. Those four equal sized water droplets were struck by two additional sword strikes. Soon, eight water droplets were formed.

P-P-Ping!

The droplet that was falling onto his shoulder was struck. Then, raindrops falling on his forehead, nose, neck, and calf were struck in succession and scattered away from his body.

Whoosh!

Numerous lines started forming in the air. There were the lines created by the streaming raindrops, and then there were the numerous sword strike lines that Sungmuk was sending above him. Soon, the number of sword strike lines started outnumbering the number of raindrops falling upon him.

Ring!

Eventually, a plum blossom started blooming. The falling raindrops scattered away from Sungmuk’s body as soon as they hit the bloomed plum blossom. Though it was raining, the surrounding area started to be saturated with a plum blossom fragrance, and the plum blossom looked so clear and real that...