KFP: Reborn as Po (Solo Leveling currently)

Inside the Dungeon

The Hunters moved cautiously, torches and spells illuminating the dim, rocky cavern. The raid had started out simple—just a few weak wolf-type monsters that were easily dispatched.

Then—

High-Orcs appeared.

The creatures were far stronger than expected, their muscles bulging, their weapons brutal.

The battle turned chaotic.

Screams echoed as Hunters fell back, struggling to keep up with the monstrous onslaught.

Kihoon, the leader, gritted his teeth, realizing they were in deep trouble.

And yet—

Just when it seemed like they would be wiped out, something changed.

Suddenly, the battle shifted.

High-Orcs that should've landed killing blows stumbled forward—choked mid-air.

Weapons flew from their hands.

Their bodies jerked unnaturally, throats crushed by an invisible force.

At the same time, some fell without warning, throats slit with silent precision.

Po and Jinwoo were at work.

Using Stealth, Jinwoo moved unseen, while Po, with his superior combat intuition, picked off threats at the right moments.

Jinwoo's Ruler's Hand snatched Orcs off their feet, breaking their necks in mid-air.

Po's daggers flashed, cutting through vulnerable spots with eerie accuracy.

To the Hunters, it felt like the High-Orcs were suddenly weaker—like something unseen was tipping the scales.

They didn't question it.

They just fought harder.

When the last High-Orc fell, the Hunters panted, drenched in sweat.

Kihoon sighed in relief.

"That was too close…"

As the team regrouped, Kihoon made a wise decision.

"We're leaving," he said firmly.

But—

The moment they turned back toward the entrance—

A massive barrier formed.

A pulse of raw mana swept over them, so intense that even Hunters who couldn't perceive magic felt it.

Their hearts sank.

The Mages rushed to undo the spell—

Only to collapse, writhing in pain, as dark curses wrapped around their bodies.

"Shit!" someone cursed. "They've been hit with something!"

The only way to undo the curse was with powerful healing magic—and their Healers weren't strong enough.

Then—

The sound of footsteps.

The Hunters turned, weapons raised, as Orcs approached from the shadows.

Unlike before, these Orcs didn't attack.

Instead, they began to speak in their own guttural language.

And then—

The language shifted.

Now, the Hunters understood every word.

"Come," one of the Orcs said.

"The Shaman wishes to speak with you."

Kihoon and the others exchanged uneasy glances.

They had no choice.

With the only exit blocked, they followed the Orcs deeper inside.

Outside the Dungeon 

Cha Hae-In stood near the Gate, waiting.

She frowned, scanning the crowd.

Jinwoo and Po should have been out by now.

"Excuse me," she asked one of the miners, "Where is Hunter Sung Jinwoo and Hunter Po?"

The miner blinked. "Oh, the two had mined with us and then they decided to fill in for two guys as Porters."

Her expression twitched.

"Porters?" she repeated. "Why would low-ranked Hunters do that?"

Her gut twisted.

Something was wrong.

She made a decision.

She was going in.

However—

She hadn't brought a weapon, since it was her day-off. She asked for a weapon of any sort, and received...

"Here," one of the nearby Hunters offered, handing her a Pickaxe.

Cha took it.

Then, accidentally handed it back before stepping forward.

There was a moment of silence.

The Hunter stared at the Pickaxe in his hands.

Cha Hae-In froze.

A horrifying realization dawned upon her.

"…I just gave it back, didn't I?" she muttered.

The Hunter nodded.

A deep blush spread across her face.

Snatching the Pickaxe back, she sprinted into the Gate, embarrassment burning across her cheeks. Gosh, she hated her air-headedness sometimes.

Inside the Throne Room 

The Hunters stepped into the cavernous hall.

And froze.

Before them—

A massive army of Orcs.

Not just any Orcs.

They were of various tribes, their armor and weapons vastly different, their sheer numbers overwhelming.

And at the center—

Seated upon a massive throne of bones—

The Orc Shaman.

A creature twice the size of the others, clad in intricate robes, a glowing staff resting in one hand.

His eyes, gleaming with dark intelligence, swept over the Hunters.

A grin spread across his face.

And then, in perfect Human language—

He spoke.

"Hello, Humans."