Chapter 62: Orcs Plan - 2

Speaking of the emperor, Olivier felt perplexed.

He had clearly heard Cynthia say their mission began more than 40 years ago. So if they had created these children to steal their luck, they might have already eaten away a lot of it by now. It should have caught the emperor’s attention the moment it happened.

So, why was he quiet and has not mentioned anything about it to anyone else?

"So luck is the foundation of our survival." Nyxia understood it right away. She was amazed to learn this.

Meanwhile, Elara side-eyed Aldric for hiding such information from her. If it were secretive, Olivier wouldn’t have answered right away.

Feeling his sister’s gaze, Aldric smiled helplessly. This information wasn’t something that anyone would willingly tell; however, no one would shy away if anyone wanted to know. Mainly because this luck wasn’t something anyone can influence unless you are above Master-Rank. So it was kept in the dark unanimously.

"Okay, I have changed my mind; tell me about this whole plan." Olivier said sternly; his previous ambient smile disappeared. He had to know what was going on.

Cynthia gathered her thoughts to recollect everything she knew. After a couple of seconds or so, she began speaking. "I don’t know how and why; one day the high elders decided on a grand plan to gravely damage and even destroy the human race. To execute this mission properly, they have paid a hefty price to get a potion formula from the Dragons. The potion that can change our race and make us humans. Anyone who drinks this potion can become a human willingly, but there is a condition: their strength will be halved in their human form."

Cynthia didn’t continue, as this was massive news to take in. She was right; everyone was stunned hearing this, especially Aldric and Olivier. They clearly understood the implication of it.

If anyone can become human, then not just orcs; other races have also successfully infiltrated the humans. They didn’t know how many important and influential positions they had taken over. But one thing was absolute: their peaceful days were just a facade; it was waiting for a small spark to get blown away.

"Those dragon bastards! How could they!?" Aldric gritted his teeth in rage. He didn’t know why the dragons wasted their time to create such potions. They were never enemies; instead, many times they have exchanged positive interactions.

"Aldric, shut up!’ Olivier sternly warned. He was also mad at the dragons, but now it wasn’t to be hostile with such behemoths. Additionally, the dragons were too prideful. If they hear any badmouthing them, their family or even race might become extinct the next day. They were that oppressive.

"Aldric, I don’t think you understand the top two races of this world, sitting high above and looking down at everyone. For them everyone is ants. Didn’t you hear the orcs had to pay a hefty price? It was for wasting their time. They do not care what they want to do with the potion." Olivier educated not just Aldric but everyone else.

The mood of the entire bedroom soured, becoming bitter. Their view of peace was torn away. Now they were in a perilous situation.

"Cynthia, continue." Olivier said, his eyes darkening.

Cynthia sighed a little, seeing the despair seeping in them. She wanted to stop for their betterment, but this needs to be heard. "After getting this formula, we mass-produced the

potions and had everyone drink, who will go on the mission. At first it was challenging to go along with the humans; we had constant clashes, and because our strength halved, we would constantly get beaten. However, we continued to endure and adopt human culture."

"How many orcs have been infiltrated?" Olivier asked.

Cynthia pondered for a little before answering. "I do not know the correct number. But more than five hundred thousand orcs have successfully assimilated with the humans. Additionally, there are also the new ones that are constantly produced in the underground bases."

Cynthia’s answer made everyone let out a cold breath. The more they began to know, the more they understood how deeply poisoned they were.

However, Olivier didn’t mull over it. Imprinting this information deep in his mind, he signaled Cynthia to continue.

"Now comes these special children. They are called Holy Children." Cynthia pointed his finger at Gale and said. "They were specially created by orc witchcraft. Using the body of a thousand human children and the blood essence of the high elders, they were made into a unique vassal. They are human, in a pure sense, but in essence, they are orcs. They don’t have high talent in magic of the human race but are top-tier geniuses with the physical power of orcs. The vassal to eat away human luck from within."

Crackle

The air began to vibrate; a pressure descended and spread far and wide. Then, as if it were a dream, it vanished as if it were true to begin with.

Street 11, in front of a bread shop.

"Huh...huh..." Pooland’s back was hunched; he was sweating and breathing heavily. Alongside him was Leon, the same as him.

"What was that?" Pooland asked, a deep fear seeping in his heart.

"I... I do not know." Leon was also filled with terror. He felt if the being releasing this pressure flicked him, his entire existence would disappear. ’Who has made this being angry!?’

The whole street was silent, no one daring to move an inch in fear. ’Ahh, extra work again.’

Elara’s tailor shop.

Olivier stared at Gale, spitting venom from his eyes. He wanted to tear apart this scourge right now, but he has received orders to retrieve this baby first.

Closing his eyes, Olivier said to Cynthia. "I think I now clearly know what this mission truly is, or is there anything more?"

"No, this is all I know. I don’t know if they have secret extra plans too." Cynthia shook her head as she had nothing more to add.