In a vast fortress courtyard, an orc shaman intently stared at an "orc warrior".
"You…what's wrong with you."
As the shaman's voice echoed, the orcs nearby couldn't help but unconsciously gulp. Whatever the problem was, this brother was likely fucked! The ones who had been friendly to him earlier wanted nothing to do with him anymore!
Josh couldn't help but feel at a loss. What should he even reply? What was wrong with him? So many things!
1. Lost the people he loved
2. Catapulted to a different world
3. More godly curses than a cheap hooker had STDs.
4. There was so much he didn't know about the Tower.
But chances were that he would instantly perish if he opened up to this angry shrink. He remained perfectly still and silent for now, making sure to show a perplexed expression.
It wasn't that he didn't wish to cooperate. He just didn't know how!
I was that close to becoming a powerful orc shaman! How amaizing would it have been if I could have cast drain magic on every fucking enemy alive?! I would have been invincible and— okay, maybe not....but still! Ladies and gentlemen, we were that close to greatness!
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