After being reborn, I take revenge on my orc husband
The last Orc she chose was the lark I had previously rescued.
I refused Maria's request, and we almost came to blows.
Maria couldn't beat me, so she had to choose another Orc instead.
However, during the family's Orcish Power training, the lark refused to share his Orcish Power with me.
He even ambushed me while I was fighting a beast, causing us both to perish.
Only then did I realize that the lark actually hated me for choosing him in the first place.
After being reborn, I decided to personally deliver the lark to Maria and choose another Orc instead.
*****
John Smith was a lark with an injured throat, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.
In that stinking, filthy, virus-ridden Orcish Bazaar, no one wanted him.
I brought John back and spent a lot of money on precious medicine to heal his throat.
Maria came to me asking for John. To protect John, I almost got into a fight with Maria.
John was very timid and easily startled. He always showed resistance and nervousness to my touch, cowering in corners and trembling all over.
So I felt sorry for him and stopped touching him. Every time I gave him medicine, I would place it far away from him.
The family's Orcish Power training had a rule: anyone with an Orc had to participate in combat.
I asked John to share his Orcish Power with me.
As long as an Orc shared their Orcish Power with me, that force could combine with the spiritual power in my body, and my abilities would increase by one level.
However, John deliberately ignored me and acted very nervous. So I stopped pressuring him.
Even without Orcish Power's help, I could still protect both of us.
After entering the Artificial Forest, John and I got separated from the others and encountered a powerful beast.
Not only did John refuse to help, but at the most critical moment, he gathered his Orcish Power and struck me from behind.
I looked at him with questioning and shocked eyes.
John's gaze was full of malice.
He said: "If it weren't for you, I would have become Maria's Orc long ago. Someone with her powerful bloodline deserves to be my master. Someone with her beauty deserves my affection. Now she has a better choice. This is all your fault."
After saying that, he turned and walked away.
Only then did I realize he hated me for not giving him to Maria in the first place.
That strike of his wasn't enough to kill me immediately, but it greatly weakened my ability to fight the beast.
I had to fight the beast while injured.
For some reason, the beast suddenly went berserk, desperately trying to kill me.
In the end, we both perished together.
After death, my soul floated into the air, and I witnessed John blocking another beast's attack for Maria and giving her all his Orcish Power.
Only those who had signed contracts with Orcs could share Orcish Power with them. For those who hadn't signed contracts with Orcs, the Orcs could only "gift" their power away.
John was actually willing to go that far for Maria.
Later, when Maria accidentally suffered a minor injury, John took her hand and began to sing.
He truly was a lark—his singing was particularly beautiful and could purify all negative emotions.
But he had never sung for me.
He hadn't even told me his throat had healed.
My weightless soul trembled with anger.
*****
The scenery outside the window flew backward rapidly, and the road ahead grew steeper.
"Miss, we're almost at the Orcish Bazaar," the driver said in his honest voice.
My mind was in chaos for a long time before I finally confirmed that I had been reborn.
At this time in my previous life, I was heading to the Orcish Bazaar to choose my first Orc, and I had chosen John, who looked so pitiful.
Perhaps even heaven couldn't stand my fate, which is why I was reborn at this moment.
I had the driver stop the car and called Maria.
After a few rings, Maria's impatient voice came through, telling me to speak quickly if I had something to say.
"Maria, are you going to the Orcish Bazaar? Don't you still need one last Orc?" I tried to control my tone and spoke calmly.
Maria's voice grew louder, full of disdain: "What good Orcs could there be in a place like the Orcish Bazaar? Only you would go to such a place."
I said with certainty: "There's something good there today. My information is absolutely accurate."
Silence fell on the other end of the line.
Maria was a Chaos Bloodline holder, something that appeared maybe once in a hundred years in the Orcish Disciplinarian Clan. This bloodline was very powerful, but she had to sacrifice 100 Orcs with sufficient Orcish Power to activate it. Otherwise, no matter how strong the bloodline was, it would be useless.
The family was unwilling to give up this opportunity and had successively sent Maria 99 Orcs.
These Orcs all eventually became "nutrients" to activate her bloodline.
By her eighteenth year, Maria finally needed just one last Orc.
Orcs with powerful Orcish Power were already hard to find. Especially after the family had already sent Maria 99 of them, such Orcs became even rarer.
To find the last Orc, Maria had been searching for a year.
Sure enough, before long, Maria said coldly: "I'm coming over right now. You better not be lying to me."
The Orcish Bazaar was an unofficial Orc trading market.
It was stinking and filthy, dark and damp. If you were unlucky, you might even encounter virus-carrying Orcs. Even Orcs who were healthy when they first arrived would become sickly after staying here for a while.
Maria waved her hand in front of her nose to dispel the foul air.
She said with disgust: "Where's this good thing you mentioned?"
I pointed accurately toward John's location.
A delicate young man was trapped in a massive iron cage. He wore loose white clothing that exposed his arms and legs, curled up in the corner of the cage, looking in terrible condition.
Sensing someone watching him, he lifted his head in confusion.
When he saw Maria, he almost immediately sensed the thick bloodline power emanating from her.
Maria frowned with disgust and said, "That frail-looking guy? I can't sense any Orcish Power from him at all."
"He's hiding his power," I said with a smile. "Go take a closer look."
Maria rolled her eyes at me, then impatiently stepped on the only small patch of clean ground and walked over.
Seeing Maria approach, John's face lit up with joy. He stared at Maria without blinking, his eyes filled with longing and submission.
It turned out John had taken a liking to Maria the moment he laid eyes on her.
I was truly blind in my past life—I couldn't even see something so obvious.
When Maria reached the cage door, John immediately and eagerly released his Orcish Power, wanting to prove his usefulness.
The fluctuation of this Orcish Power was identical to when he slapped me in the Artificial Forest in his previous life.
Maria's previously cold face broke into a delighted smile.
She thought to herself: "I've finally found the last qualified sacrifice."
Watching the two of them, I sneered inwardly.
After making eye contact with me, John immediately shrank back and quietly touched his finger.
So he had been reborn too!
In the past, when he pretended to be nervous and scared in front of me, this was exactly his reaction. As for touching his finger—I had given him a very rare Dimensional Storage Ring back then. He'd developed this habit ever since.
I took a symbolic walk around the Orcish Bazaar.
In this life, I had no intention of choosing an Orc again.
The lesson of betrayal from my past life was more than enough.
I walked to the end of the Orcish Bazaar and turned back. Just then, a pair of bloody hands grabbed my pant leg.
I looked down to see who it was.
I found a male Orc whose entire body was severely beaten and wounded. He was well-built, his back covered with crisscrossing whip marks, and even one of the dog ears on his head was missing a small piece.
Another man pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy.
This time, I wouldn't fall for it again.
I yanked my pant leg free and said, "Sorry. I don't keep Orcs."
The male Orc looked up at me, his eyes filled with the desperate desire to survive.
He said, "I can form a Death Pact with you."
I stopped in my tracks and stared straight at him, somewhat shocked.
In my twenty years of life, I had never seen an Orc voluntarily request a Death Pact. Most Orcs were forced into Death Pacts. Some would even choose to self-destruct on the spot rather than form one.
Because Death Pacts were particularly disadvantageous to Orcs.
Whatever the master commanded, the Orc had to do—including degrading acts, even dying.
"Fine." I heard myself answer.
The price for buying this canine Orc wasn't expensive—it was even less than John's price.
The male Orc immediately grabbed my hand and transferred all his Orcish Power to me.
Then my mind received his request to form a Death Pact.
I agreed to the request.
After completing this process, the already weak male Orc looked even more frail. His forehead was covered in sweat.
The white ears on his head drooped backward, slightly downcast.
Then he said, "My name is Leo Perez. You can call me by this name, or give me a new one."
After forming the Death Pact, Leo and I could communicate telepathically. That modest but obedient Orcish Power flowed through my body, merging with my Inner Energy.
My mood suddenly improved dramatically.
I smiled and said, "You don't need a new name. Your original name is perfect. Let's go home."
Leo froze for a moment, then ran back toward the cage that had held him.
Soon, he returned carrying an iron chain as thick as a wrist, trying to hand it to me.
He said, "Dog chain."
Looking at the bloodstains on the chain, I frowned and said, "Not necessary."
I suddenly thought of something and asked him, "How long have you been here?"
"I've experienced fifteen openings of the Orcish Bazaar," Leo said, his ears drooping even lower.
Fifteen times?
The Orcish Bazaar opened once every two months.
That meant Leo had been here for over two and a half years.
No wonder he always spoke so slowly when talking to people.
As I prepared to leave with Leo, John shifted his gaze from Maria to me for the first time.
A strange light flashed in his eyes, and his delicate face twisted momentarily.
But by the time I looked over, he had already returned to his usual appearance.
Maria mocked me, saying, "Look at you! Even if you need an Orc, you can't be this careless. This Orc looks like he's about to die. How about I give you one of the Orcs nobody else wants?"
Hearing Maria say this, Leo's previously listless expression immediately perked up. He bared his sharp canine teeth at Maria.
Maria said disdainfully, "You're quite protective of your master."
I didn't get angry at Maria's words; my expression remained calm.
I said, "I only need loyalty from an Orc. After all, I'm not like certain people who can only survive by relying on Orcs—without them, they're nothing."
My words provoked reactions from both of them.
John's face instantly turned pale, while Maria looked at me with eyes full of jealousy and resentment.
Although I'm a direct member of the Orcish Disciplinarian Clan, my talent is the Golden Crow Bloodline. This bloodline allows my Inner Energy to improve at an exceptionally fast rate.
This is also an extremely rare talent, and it doesn't involve spilling innocent blood.
In any other family, I would definitely be supported by the clan members as the heir.
But in the Orcish Disciplinarian Clan, the situation is different.
My parents often sigh and tell me they can't help me, and even the entire family can't help me.
I wasn't even two years old when Maria was born, and she came with the Chaos Bloodline.
Some people in the family deliberately want Maria to be the heir.
Another faction believes that although Maria's bloodline is strong, it's too brutal and too bloody. They think I should be the heir instead. My talent for taming Orcs isn't particularly strong, but my Orcish Power can combine with my Inner Energy. This kind of strength wouldn't be inferior to any of the clan leaders throughout our family's history.
Those opposing Maria as heir also say: "The core ability of the Orcish Disciplinarian Clan leader is Inner Energy. We can't let other families laugh at us!"
So these two factions keep fighting, neither willing to submit to the other.
The position of heir remains undecided.
This is also why Maria is so desperate to find the last Orc with qualified Orcish Power.
As long as she devours this Orc and fully activates her bloodline, those in the family who oppose her will naturally submit to her overwhelming power.
However, whether Maria activates her bloodline or not, I'm not worried.
Everyone calls the Golden Crow Bloodline the Solar Bloodline. This bloodline has always been righteous and upright, never fearing any evil. If anything evil dares to appear, I can crush it directly and throw it into the fire to burn.
At night when it's time to sleep, Leo just wraps himself in a blanket and sleeps on the floor of my room.
I told him to go sleep in the room I arranged for him, but he refused.
I had no choice but to go along with him.
That night, I had a dream about my previous life. I dreamed that I drove a knife deep into the head of a ten-foot-tall beast, splitting its skull open. But at the same instant, the beast's fangs also bit into the artery in my neck.
In the end, both the beast and I died together in the quiet Artificial Forest.
The beast's gaping bloody mouth and the pain of being bitten felt terrifyingly real in the dream. I jolted awake, my chest still heaving.
The room was dimly lit and very quiet. Combined with the black smog outside the window, this oppressive feeling weighed on my heart, making it hard to breathe.
I turned over and met Leo's bright, sparkling eyes.
He was looking at me with concern.
He had been watching over me the whole time.
The excitement and fear in my heart calmed down considerably, and I gave him a reassuring smile.
At that moment, I inexplicably thought of John.
When he first came to my side, he had to sleep on the softest bed, with heavy curtains surrounding it for enough privacy.
Even I couldn't enter his room casually. Otherwise, he would get angry, turn pale with nervousness, and refuse to let me talk to him.
Thinking about tomorrow's family meeting, I quickly fell asleep again.
The next morning when I woke up, Leo brought me water and breakfast, then silently went to guard the door.
I asked him to come over and eat with me.
When he walked over, the long white furry tail behind him wagged vigorously many times.
I was afraid he might wag his tail off.
Leo sat across from me, eating his meal in big bites, clearly enjoying it.
He really is different from that ungrateful person John.
John never cared whether I had eaten my three meals.
Once, my family's chef made him eggs, and he got so angry that he smashed everything in his room, accusing me of not caring about him or respecting him, otherwise how could I give him eggs to eat.
I coaxed him for two days before he calmed down.
I couldn't help but smile as I touched Leo's ears and asked him: "Later, I'll take you to the meeting room with me. Do you want to go?"
During this time, I found Vitality-Regaining Elixir for Leo. So he's no longer covered in wounds like when he first arrived.
His body has recovered somewhat, and his delicate face has become much smoother.
However, his speech still isn't very fluent.
He said: "I want to."
When I saw John again, I noticed he didn't look very good, his clothes wrinkled and unkempt, as if he hadn't been taking care of himself.
In my previous life, I gave him the best food and clothes, keeping his skin incredibly tender. He even had dedicated caretakers around him.
The current him is vastly different from my previous life.
I didn't show anything on the surface, but I was secretly pleased inside.
Someone asked Maria about John's situation.
Maria smiled disdainfully and said: "He keeps hinting that I should heal his throat. I don't have that kind of time. I need to practice my Orc taming skills, unlike my cousin who's so idle, making lots of Vitality-Regaining Elixir for her Orc."
If a nightingale can't recover its voice, its spirit will deteriorate, eventually becoming depressed and losing even the motivation to preen its feathers.
The surrounding people and Orcs cast strange looks at John, whispering unpleasant comments.
They said he was a nightingale with an ugly voice who wasn't even liked by his master.
John's body trembled, and his lips turned pale.
He stood there, looking up at me with eyes full of stubbornness and pride.
At this moment, he seemed to be waiting for me to defend him against those speaking ill of him, just like in my previous life.
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