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Razal nestled in the dirty and unkempt corner of the ship, carefully adjusting his heavy glasses, trying to remain invisible among the rowdy orcs and avoid becoming part of their rough games. However, the rest area of the ship was filled with the clamor of other orcs, who displayed their characteristic roughness and recklessness through crude singing and casual dancing. The air was filled with the pungent smell of cheap alcohol and sweat, and some orcs, wielding machetes, laughed and frolicked loudly, as if the entire universe was their playground.
In such an environment, Razal felt out of place, filled with confusion and pain. Although he was of the same kind as these orcs, deep down he could not identify with their way of life and values. The decision to join the Orc bandits plunged him into deep reflection, constantly questioning whether this kind of life was truly what he sought. Was the freedom and adventure he longed for really worth achieving in this way?
Whenever the ship rocked and his glasses slipped, whenever the mockery and coarse words pierced his eardrums, Razal felt a hint of despair. He began to doubt his choices, wondering if there was a path different from the rough and chaotic one before him, one more suitable for him.
However, amidst the Orc bandits, Razal understood that any display of weakness and hesitation could push him into even more dangerous situations. So, he could only suppress the struggle within his heart, trying to find his place in this Chao'X and disorder, while silently hoping for a possible turning point in the future.
When Razal tried to find a moment of peace in the noisy ship to let his weary body rest, the drunken Pierre suddenly staggered over. His eyes were blurry, and a disdainful smile hung on his lips as he stared directly at Razal crouching in a dark corner. Pierre's voice was loud and full of mockery: "Hahaha! Bookworm, why are you hiding here again?" His words were like a knife, piercing Razal's heart.
Upon hearing Pierre's words, the surrounding orcs immediately stopped their mocking and teasing, instead focusing their attention on Razal. One by one, they emitted sinister laughter filled with contempt and disdain. It was clear that they found the "bookworm" Razal both amusing and foolish, and they all joined in mocking him.
Razal felt waves of embarrassment and pain spreading through his heart. Although he tried to maintain a calm expression on his face, inside, a fierce storm was raging. He knew that no matter how hard he tried to hide and escape, he couldn't change the way these orcs saw him. In this world dominated by strength and brutality, wisdom and introspection seemed to be a joke, and he was the embodiment of that joke.
Faced with this sudden mockery, Razal had a thousand words in his heart, but he could only choose silence, allowing this group of drunken orcs to vent their vulgar joy. In this moment, Razal deeply felt his loneliness and helplessness, a feeling more suffocating than being on a hostile battlefield.
Just as Razal felt despair, Chao'X suddenly emerged from the crowd, his burly figure pushing aside the swaying, already drunken Pierre, and standing by Razal. Chao'X's voice was loud and full of commanding authority as he exclaimed, "Alright, alright! Don't mind that bookworm!" His words carried unquestionable authority, instantly calming the drunken commotion.
Chao'X continued, "In a little while, we can go and settle on that planet! Ah!" His words were filled with anticipation for the future and longing for adventure, clearly referring to the impending plunder of Asra Planet.
The orcish bandits in the rest cabin cheered with excitement upon hearing Chao'X's words, filled with anticipation and eagerness. For these plunder-hungry and adventure-seeking orcs, any news about new prey and new territory was enough to get them wildly excited. They began to toast each other, sing, and were filled with fervent anticipation for the upcoming settling and rooting.
Chao'X's intervention not only interrupted the mockery of Razal, but also shifted everyone's attention to the impending action. Although Razal remained on the outskirts, he was at least temporarily spared from further insult. He silently observed the surrounding orcs, feeling complex about the impending events, but at least for now, he had gained a momentary peace.
In the upcoming invasion, Razal harbors no expectations, and deep within, he feels perplexed and doubtful about the meaning of the entire operation. In his view, every life should coexist peacefully, enjoying their own lives, so why must one prove their existence through aggression and plunder? The revelry of the orcs on the ship is, to him, merely an escape from the uncertainty of the future, a selfish act that disregards the suffering of others.
The orcs on the ship continue to indulge in their alcohol and crude songs, seemingly unconcerned and untroubled by the upcoming action. In their eyes, each plunder is just another adventure, another opportunity to prove their strength and courage. This frivolous attitude sharply contrasts with Razal's inner struggle.
At this moment, Chao'X slowly walked towards Razal, his steps firm and his eyes revealing a hint of undeniable seriousness. Chao'X was one of the few beastmen who showed a slightly friendly attitude towards Razal. His approach made Razal feel a bit nervous, unsure of Chao'X's purpose for coming.
When Chao'X reached Razal, he stopped in his tracks, his gaze directly locked onto Razal, as if he had something important to say. At this moment, the commotion within the ship seemed to temporarily fade away, and all attention was focused on the impending conversation. Razal didn't know what Chao'X was going to say, but he knew that whatever it was, it could potentially be one of the rare moments of understanding and resonance among this group of beastmen.
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