Wizard: I'm leveling up by AFK in another world

Behemoth, the overlord of the Ironblood Continent.

With each step it took, the earth trembled beneath its feet, and distant mountains shook.

The giant beast lowered its head, its long golden fur dancing in the gale.

The world before me was desolate, with red sand stretching all the way to the horizon.

Many enormous creatures also live here.

A two-headed dragon soared in the sky, a giant worm a hundred meters long scurried across the sand, and an iceberg-like sea turtle stirred up huge waves.

They are all strong, but also all stupid.

All they know is to eat, and then sleep. Whoever gets hungry will bite off another's neck.

This was the world back then. Simple, bloody.

Until those little green things appeared.

The so-called orcs.

At first, Behemoths didn't even bother to look at them.

These bipedal creatures are too small; a single stomp from a giant beast could kill dozens of them.

They lack hard scales, sharp claws and teeth, and are not fast runners.

But in this dog-eat-dog world, they miraculously survived.

Behemoth leaned against a rock wall and dozed off.

Opening its eyes, it saw several orcs squatting by the river.

They sharpened the stones and tied them firmly to the wood with vines.

That thing is called... a stone spear?

Several armored rhinoceroses, searching for water, passed by.

Faced with these fierce and bad-tempered beasts, the beastmen did not run away.

They had dug deep pits beforehand and covered them with withered grass.

The armored rhinoceros fell in.

The orcs roared and swarmed around them, thrusting their stone spears downwards with all their might.

They were surrounded by a strange crimson light, appearing to be a new variant of magic.

The Ironblood Continent acknowledged this race's right to continue to exist.

The armored rhinoceros's prized armor was pierced by the blood-red spear, its life force rapidly draining away, and it collapsed without offering any significant resistance.

Behemoth sat up straight, his huge eyes filled with doubt.

These green-skinned creatures are weak individually, but when they come together, they kill prey that are dozens of times stronger than themselves.

Gradually, the number of orcs increased.

They learned to use fire, built high stone walls on the wasteland, and formed tribes.

Later on, the orc tribes united like wildfire across the land.

They called this unprecedentedly large group an "empire".

The orc empire began to expand outwards.

They wielded sharper weapons and pushed oddly shaped wooden frames.

The wooden frame could throw large stones into the air and smash the wings of a two-headed dragon.

They come in large groups, covering the mountains and fields.

The number of giant beasts has decreased.

The shouts of orcs hunting filled the air. The scent of their own kind's blood wafted on the wind.

Anger burned within Behemoth's chest.

It stood up, raised its head, and let out a roar that shook the heavens.

The sound reverberated throughout the entire Ironblood Continent.

The thunderbirds that had been hiding in their nests on the mountaintops flew out, and the demonic dragons in the abyss also poked their heads out.

All the giant beasts heard the call of the King of the Ironblood Continent and gathered around him.

Behemoth wanted to make those green dwarfs understand who the master of this world was.

A protracted war broke out.

Without warning, without any explanation.

Behemoth was at the very front.

The orc's spear pierced its golden fur, but didn't even leave a mark.

Behemoth swung its claws and easily smashed their stone walls, along with the hundreds of orcs behind them, into a bloody pulp.

The army of giant beasts followed behind the Behemoth, tearing and trampling wildly.

The orcs did not back down. As some strange magic surged and fell upon them, the crimson glow surrounding them became even more dazzling.

Their eyes gleamed with fanaticism as they formed a dense square, filling the gaps with their lives.

This war has been going on for far too long.

The land was littered with corpses, and the rivers were stained red, blending seamlessly with the earth when viewed from the air.

Behemoth was also tired; it felt as if the last time it was angry was a long time ago.

The orcs also suffered heavy casualties, and their glorious cities were reduced to ruins.

So both sides stopped fighting.

Behemoth returned to his cave to recuperate. He slept for a long time, so much so that when he awoke, the world outside the cave had changed once again.

The war united the behemoths and also bred unprecedented ambitions.

A three-eyed thunderbird began to challenge the authority of Behemoth, with an extremely ugly black dragon fanning the flames beside it.

Behemoth's wounds have not yet healed. Although its power remains unparalleled, its roar can no longer resound across the continent as it once did.

It was still surrounded on the throne, but no more behemoths were willing to obey its will unconditionally, and its people were being ostracized both openly and secretly.

humiliation.

Behemoth couldn't swallow this insult.

As it looked at those "traitors" who had once groveled at its feet, a wicked thought arose in its heart.

It went to great lengths and finally found the emperor of the orc empire.

That was indeed a very strong orc, probably much stronger than its... father? or grandfather.

Behemoth couldn't understand the family relationships among these short-lived creatures, but it could sense that if it could cooperate with the orcs before it, its fate and that of the Behemoth clan would change.

The orc emperor sat on his throne and listened quietly to the proposal of the former king of the Ironblood Continent.

It smiled and agreed to Behemoth's request.

Soon, the Orc Empire mobilized a large army and reignited the war.

While the giant beasts suffered a sudden and unexpected defeat, the Behemoths repeatedly performed extraordinary feats, stabilizing the situation.

They were quickly assigned to guard remote areas, while the new leader, the Three-Eyed Thunderbird, led a large force to attack the war opportunity won by the Behemoths.

It was a volcanic valley shrouded in dark clouds.

The giant beasts tore through the seemingly unprepared orc defenses and rushed into the valley, but they did not find the royal convoy mentioned in the intelligence.

Thousands upon thousands of orcs appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the giant beasts.

Behemoth stood atop the mountain, watching them being slaughtered to death.

It felt a surge of pleasure.

Traitors deserve to die.

The battle was over. Behemoth watched as the orc emperor walked towards him alone, and he lowered his guard.

It is ready to reclaim its throne and territory...

puff.

Behemoth looked down in astonishment as the inconspicuous spear pierced its chest.

"Why!"

It angrily grabbed the orc emperor, its claws tightening, crushing the orc's internal organs.

"We are different from you." The orc actually laughed, his bulging eyes showing no pain, but mockery.

"We understand sacrifice...for the Orcish Empire!"

A deluge of fire feathers and blood spears engulfed the Behemoth.

The intense stinging pain awakened it again. The orc priests stuck totem poles into its limbs and then chained it with huge iron chains.

Thousands of orcs dragged the dying beast toward the volcano spewing black smoke.

It fell into the abyss.

The Ironblood Continent's most powerful life force continuously healed its wounds, but it had no other power to break free from the totem pole and chains.

Its soul was also devoured by the volcanic blood and flames, day after day.

One day, one month, one year, one hundred years, one thousand years...

Deep within this dark and sunless volcano, its soul could only watch helplessly as its flesh and blood turned to ashes, leaving only its chilling white bones.

it hurts.

It really hurts.

……

……

Claire sat up abruptly.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, evaporating before it could drip from his face due to the intense heat around him.

A throbbing pain shot through my mind, and I could almost hear the desperate, mournful roar of that beast echoing in my ears.

"Damn it..."

Claire rubbed her temples hard, trying to banish the remnants of the dream.

He opened his eyes, and his gaze slowly focused.

It was very dark all around, with only the dark red light shining through the cracks in the distant rock wall barely illuminating the surroundings.

He was sitting on a patch of black ashes. Less than a meter away from him stood a gray-white stone pillar.

Claire propped herself up and looked up along the "stone pillar".

Okay, this should be a rib.

Looking out, an incomprehensibly large skeleton, like a collapsed mountain range, lay quietly in this underground space.

The thick spine resembled a winding dragon, its empty eye sockets silently gazing at the rock face above.

Its flesh and blood have completely turned to ashes, and its indestructible skeleton is covered with the marks of time, but the totem poles on all four sides still stand tall.

"Ancient Behemoth..."

Claire looked up at the enormous thing in front of her.

Those images were clearly memories that the corpse somehow retained.

He closed his eyes and sank into the sea of ​​his mind, searching for any possible contamination.

Fortunately, nothing unusual happened...

wrong.

Claire opened her eyes and tore open her tattered robes.

On his left shoulder, a faint layer of dark red markings appeared on the surface of his skin.

The blood vessels there were throbbing uncontrollably. Upon realizing this, a strange sense of urgency began to grow within me.

"Blood Flame." Claire recognized the source of the plaque.

He quickly pulled out a bottle of calming and soul-soothing potion and drank it all in one gulp.

The clear liquid flowed throughout his body, the dark red patches quickly faded, and the inner turmoil was suppressed.

Claire breathed a sigh of relief.

He recalled what had happened before the Behemoth dream.

The holy orc priest used some kind of magic to activate a super-large spatial teleportation array.

"It's actually a sealing technique that teleports you deep into a volcano... Is it some kind of sealing spell?"

He keenly sensed that the calming and soothing potion he had just drunk was losing its effects at an unusual rate.

"Outside the volcano, a bottle of calming and tranquilizing potion is enough to last a whole day. But here, it seems difficult to even last five hours..."

Claire frowned.

He still had plenty of calming and soul-soothing potions in his ring, as well as enough medicinal herbs, psionic energy, and "sweet pain" to refine them in a crucible.

It's not necessarily the case for others who are "sealed" elsewhere.

"Rhodes..."