Must've been the wind

John raised his bow at the orcs, his archery passive telling him to wait for the wind to turn in is favor; while his fingers played with the bowstring, he knew he had all the time in the world right now. He had no school to get to; well, he would be in trouble with his mom later, but it would be worth it if he could avoid dying in the near future.

Just as John loaded a new arrow onto his bow, the smarter orc got up from his log chair and grumbled something John was unable to make out. The orc slowly started trudging up a hill opposite of John’s. John slowly crept a little closer, drawing the bowstring slowly to full as he figured this would be the time to strike.

As the orc reached the top of the hill, he took out his cock, grunting as he started to piss into the tall grass. John steadied his breath, firing his first arrow at the back of the orc’s skull.

Crit damage x2
10 dmg

John quickly cast Mana Arrow after firing his first shot, the arrow arriving seconds after the physical arrow lodged itself into the back of the orc’s skull.

Crit damage x2
10 dmg

The orc fell face first into the damp spot in front of him, a notification showing John that he had gotten 10 exp for the kill.

‘Apparently humanoids give more exp than birds?’ John thought as he pulled up his skill sheet, seeing that for the first time he was getting experience for his combat skills again.

John then focused on the orc sitting in the small valley between the hills. He aimed his bow again, loading a normal arrow, determined to do the same thing as before with this orc as well. The experience was nice, and it basically took him little to no effort.

As John let the arrow fly with a soft little twang of the bowstring, the naked orc raised the meat to his mouth again. The arrow lodging itself into the meat on the back of the bone. The bone vibrated in the orc’s resilient grip before going still again.

“Huh? What was that?” the orc asked as he looked around confused. Apparently not seeing the arrow sticking out of his food.

John targeted the orc with Camouflage as quickly as he could, simultaneously dropping into the grass on his stomach.

The orc looked around for a few seconds, then scratched his backside and continued to eat like nothing happened. “Must have been the wind,” he mumbled.

John literally dropped his bow in amazement. “You can’t be that stupid!” he screamed at the orc, realizing he had screamed that out loud as he slammed his hands in front of his own mouth.

“Yes, I can!” the orc yelled back, still stuffing his face with meat.

When the orc did not get up or attack him, John came to the simple conclusion that, indeed, the orc could be that stupid.

With a sigh John picked up his bow and nocked his third arrow. He got up from the grass, taking a deep breath, then shot his arrow, the arrow drilling into the orc’s skull, followed by a mana arrow

Crit damage x2
10 dmg
Crit damage x2
10 dmg

The orc collapsed onto the ground while another 10 exp got added to his experience bar. And Mana Arrow was halfway to leveling up already. John hummed in delight, realizing that 4 uses would at least get this skill to level 2.

John moved to the corpse of the clothed orc first, tapping him with his foot, hoping the loot would not drop in the piss stain in front of him.

All he got out of it was a scrap of copper.

Copper ‘Coin’
A piece of copper that in a very far off way resembles a coin, used by orcs as means of payment.
Crafting Material.

John picked up his arrow that was lying on the ground next to it, too, putting it back into his quiver. John proceeded down the hill to the naked orc, kicking him too, picking up another ‘coin’ and his arrows, leaving the meat for where it was, not really interested in a dead orc’s half chewed food.

With his newfound loot and experience, John proceeded to go in the direction he was moving in before. After scaling two more hills, he saw a larger hill about a kilometer away, smaller hills surrounding it like bumps around a nipple. Along the side of the hill, there were buildings made out of grayish stone. Trees were growing through some of the walls connecting the buildings, parts of the buildings looked like they had collapsed already while on top of the hill a large group of towers showcased the existence of the castle the barrier borrowed its name from.

John could see more orcs scattered across the hills between him and the hill with the castle, a gleeful smile forming on his lips as he started to calculate the experience he would be able to earn from clearing out the dungeon. The enemies were stupid enough to not be a threat, they gave decent experience, and it would give him the opportunity to level his skills. Everyone won, except for the orcs, who would die. But hey, they were just monsters created by Gaia to watch him struggle or cringe, right?

John started his slow treck towards the hilltop castle; by the laws of videogames, the boss he had to defeat would have to be in there. He stealthily crouch walked through the grass, moving down the mountain, stumbling across a sole orc walking in a straight line towards him. Thinking through his skillset, John realized he had one skill that might actually be useful to level against stupid enemies like this. Seeing the orc not move from the straight line it was walking on, John cast Pitfall in his path, then retreated back up the hill, waiting with his bow at the ready. Twenty seconds later, John heard a soft thud, the orc having stumbled due to his next step being lower, knocking him off balance. With a well aimed shot followed by yet another mana arrow, John earned himself another 10 exp.