Yu-Rin looked up at the sky. It was already dark. She had lost track of time while enthusiastically hunting treeters with her bow. It had been a while since she had felt so absorbed in a hunt. When she checked her status window, she found out that she had leveled up, and her skill had upgraded.1

There were treeter corpses sprawled everywhere. It was a scene that she and the orc had created, but the orc was suddenly nowhere to be found.1

Yu-Rin felt a pang of regret. While she was debating whether to return to Arnin since it had gotten dark, the menacing orc reappeared.0

The orc was walking from the direction of Arnin while carrying a sack full of something on his back. He put down the sack, dug a pit, and started a campfire.0

“…”0

The light of the campfire rose in the plains as dusk fell. The orc who had lit the fire began to take various things out of the sack, such as potions, bandages, an assortment of tools needed for battle, and even several bottles of hard liquor. He had probably obtained them from merchants entering and exiting Arnin.0

The orc suddenly lifted his greatsword straight up into the air with the dancing flames of the campfire reflected on his blade. He began efficiently dismantling one of the treeter corpses on the ground. After that, he removed big chunks of flesh from the bones and skewered them with a branch....0