My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

The orc, having completed the chieftain promotion ceremony, knelt on one knee and earnestly pleaded with Dorothy for his command:

"Big pink-haired guy, please give me a catchy name."

"I'm going to use it to fight for the big guy and beat all the challengers down."

Dorothy, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, snorted coldly, her face showing displeasure:

"Hmph! How many times have I told you to call me Your Majesty?"

"Why can't you idiots remember? Doro!"

The orc who was being scolded looked completely bewildered.

Their limited intelligence simply cannot accept being called "Your Majesty".

They only know how to follow their instincts and shout "Big pink-haired guy".

So even if Dorothy poked his face with the buzzer...

He still used the original form of address.

"Okay, big pink-haired guy."

"What cool name should that kid have?"

Enraged, Dorothy unleashed a powerful blow.

With a loud bang, a third gap appeared in the railing.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust,

A massive figure appeared, limping.

"Wow!!! This divine gift of sequins is amazing, I survived!"

The leader emerged from the smoke with an excited expression.

He wiped the blood from his face.

Grab the fractured leg with your other hand and twist it hard.

It was reconnected to the broken section.

He walked back as if he hadn't felt any pain at all.

The trio who had just emerged from the cave were astonished by what they saw.

"Honey, these green-skinned guys are just too freakish!"

"Even though the iron sheet has been enhanced by my power of thought, its defensive capabilities have been greatly increased."

"But even after the fracture, she acted as if nothing had happened."

"What kind of constitution is this?"

Faced with Hawkeye's question, the second-in-command, who was heavily pregnant, seemed thoughtful.

"Hmm, I vaguely remember."

"It seems that this is how it's recorded in the inherited knowledge."

"The greens also possess two hidden passive skills."

"One type is called hypoesthesia, and the other is called super self-healing."

"As the name suggests, it means that it is not sensitive to pain and is very insensitive, and its self-healing speed is extremely fast."

"Minor injuries can heal in three to five minutes."

"Even with severe injuries and near death, it won't take more than a few days."

"That's why they are not afraid of death."

After the second-in-command's explanation, Hawkeye finally understood how terrifying the orcs were.

These guys were born for war.

With their existence in this world, I don't know whether to be grateful or regretful.

Amid the cheers of the orcs,

The green-skinned leader has returned to Dorothy's position.

He knelt down on one knee again to inquire:

"Big pink-haired guy, I need a name."

Looking at his stubborn subordinates,

Little Dorothy experienced for the first time what it meant to be caught in a dilemma.

The goblin trash, who were originally just weaklings, would submit to her with the slightest threat.

But now that it's been replaced with this big green one...

They all became like the stones in the latrine, smelly and hard.

It's so annoying!

Not wanting to waste her father's wealth any longer, she ultimately withdrew her intention to continue her efforts.

I could only reluctantly pick one at random.

"Hmph, I'll let you off the hook because you're so persistent."

"From now on, let's call it... [Soft, Sticky, Fragrant, and Sweet Strawberry Mini Cake], Doro!"

Upon hearing the name, the orc's fierce face was filled with confusion.

He subconsciously touched his head, suddenly unsure of what to say.

"Uh, huh?"

"Hey big pink-haired guy, what's my name?"

Dorothy rolled her eyes impatiently.

"From now on, I say your name will be 'Sticky, Glistening Honey Jerky'."

She casually made up another sentence, her impatience becoming even more apparent.

Even the cartoon characters' faces are starting to conjure up murderous glints.

The meaning is quite clear.

Ask again and I'll kill you.

Sensing the killing intent of the other party, the green-skinned leader opened his mouth.

Finally, Fuling nodded in understanding.

"I understand. From now on, I'll call it 'Soft, Sticky, Sweet, Fragrant Strawberry Cake, Gooey, Glittering Honey Jerky'."

As soon as he said that...

The entire camp fell silent instantly.

Whether it's the green-skinned people, or Dorothy and the trio.

They all stared in shock at the green-skinned leader.

It was as if we were meeting each other for the first time.

"Damn it, who said orcs are all idiots?"

The second-in-command swore and shook Hawkeye's collar vigorously.

"Look at this guy, he can even remember such outrageous names and put them together."

"It's even better than my memory."

"Even if you asked me to recite it once, I wouldn't be able to memorize it."

Unable to accept this fact, the second-in-command nearly managed to shake Hawkeye's soul out of his body.

"Master, stop it!"

"If you keep shaking like that, Hawkeye will be resurrected~."

The blind man quickly came over to persuade him and stopped the second-in-command from going berserk.

On the high platform.

An awkward atmosphere was spreading.

All the beastmen were whispering among themselves, trying to figure out how to pronounce this ridiculously long name.

As a result, those with limited intelligence couldn't recall the full name at all.

I can only remember the last two words: dried meat.

This annoyed all the beastmen, but at the same time they admired it greatly.

There was a hint of admiration in his eyes as he looked at the leader.

Dorothy snapped out of her daze.

She coughed awkwardly twice, her gaze somewhat evasive, and replied:

"Ahem, whatever name you like is fine."

"From this moment forward, you are the Grand General of the [Snack Legion]."

"They are responsible for training them for me."

Dorothy delegated authority directly, deciding to ease the burden on her shoulders.

These little brats are getting more and more into causing trouble.

This left her no time to have afternoon tea or enjoy delicious snacks.

So, to save themselves the trouble, they simply created the title of Grand General.

Let these energetic guys go crazy on their own.

As long as you can abide by the commandments set by yourself and God the Father, it doesn't matter what you do.

When the Greenskins heard that their leader had been promoted to general...

Everyone was so excited that they were waving their arms and legs.

Driven by their tyrannical genes, they yearn for a great WAAAGH!! war.

Unfortunately, the time wasn't right.

So the greens, with nowhere else to vent their frustrations, could only resort to their old ways.

That is, they started logging under the cover of night.

Thanks to his improved physical abilities, he now wielded the pickaxe with even greater ease.

Several holes in the guardrail were quickly repaired.

At the same moment, in the brightly lit Iron City.

Scarface, who had infiltrated the organization posing as a great inventor, was talking to the administrator.

They were seated in a huge conference hall.

The people involved were all middle and upper-level people in the town.

"Brother Geller, it's everyone's responsibility to cleanse the dead."

"As a great inventor, I, Leonardo da Vinci, am determined to go with the team and contribute my share."

Scarface placed his hands on the table, his expression serious and focused.

This made the administrator frown.

"this....."

"Brother Wenxi, this operation is extremely dangerous."

"Although you have extraordinary physical abilities, you are not good at fighting."

"I think you should take a break and recover from the trauma you suffered from the goblins."

Geller's meaning is quite clear.

Your muscular physique and scarred face may look intimidating, but...

But it couldn't even handle goblins.

In the end, he became someone else's prisoner.

Therefore, he had no intention of sending someone as talented as Leonardo da Vinci to the front lines.

Otherwise, if there is any mishap, you will lose this cash cow.

Seeing that the administrators were not giving in.

Scarface was prepared for this; he took out something he had just prepared.

It was placed on the conference table.

This immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Brother Wenxi, what surprise have you prepared this time?"

The proud, scarred man raised his chin.

A mysterious smile curved at the corners of his lips.

"Hehe, of course it's a treasure for dealing with the undead."

"Although time is limited and we can't get any good materials, it's acceptable for now."