I don't want to be an elf!

Look how cowardly you all are!

The lion-man slammed his fist on the table in anger, nearly shattering the sturdy piece. He roared, his beard bristling and eyes wide, "We are powerful orcs! Why are you all afraid of these few untamed creatures? You are a disgrace to soldiers and orcs!"

The Lion-Man race is a race that reveres strength.

Among the hundreds of races on the floating continent islands, they can be considered one of the top tier races.

Joining the army and fighting on the battlefield is the dream of every Lionman.

As an elite warrior of the younger generation of the lion-men, Simba's purpose in joining the army was naturally to train himself on a higher platform.

However, seeing the orcs around him who were silent and trembling in the face of the untamed race, Simba felt a great sense of humiliation.

He had assumed that those who could join the army must be the pride of their respective clans, possessing a sense of honor no less than his own.

However, these orc elites were too frightened to utter a sound by just a few words from the unsigned orcs. If this got out, they would be laughed at!

"Hey, you troll over there!"

Simba pointed at the green troll in the corner of the dining hall, whose size was no less than his, and asked with exasperation, "Isn't your race supposed to worship strength even more than the lion-men? Why can you tolerate a few untamed creatures running rampant here?"

The troll who was called out stopped eating, but instead of getting angry, he scratched his head sheepishly and said, "Because I have a brain."

In terms of sheer strength, trolls are also among the top-tier races, even stronger than lionmen.

However, their wisdom has been suppressed because they have become accustomed to solving everything with force.

This has led to a common insult on the floating islands: "Even trolls are smarter than you!"

Now, for the first time in his life, Simba was insulted by a troll, and his anger immediately flared up.

"If you want to cause trouble, go find it yourself, don't drag me into it."

After glancing at the lowest-ranking military insignia on Simba's shoulder, the troll continued to shovel food into his mouth: "My motto is love and peace, and I don't like fighting."

Upon hearing this, many people present twitched at the corners of their mouths.

Those who know him know that this troll has inherited every stereotype of a troll. He beats and smashes things at the slightest inconvenience, and he has never shown respect to those weaker than him.

There's only one reason he's pretending to be well-behaved.

He was a veteran.

Having been on the battlefield several times and witnessed the Golden Fairy's fighting prowess firsthand, the idea that one should not provoke the Golden Fairy was deeply ingrained in his simple and straightforward mind.

Almost everyone present was a veteran.

Once they've fought alongside the Golden Fairy, no matter how much they despise the weak or the undetermined, they dare not act recklessly in front of the Golden Fairy.

Simba, on the other hand, was a new recruit, a recruit who had never been on the battlefield.

Outside the world, the Golden Fairy is unknown, so in his mind, all those without traits are weak.

Even after joining the army, when officers warned him about the power of the Golden Fairies and warned him not to provoke them, he remained dismissive of their warnings.

If it weren't for the fact that this battle to defend the fifteenth floating island required a large number of soldiers, it wouldn't have been his turn to participate as a recruit who should still be in training.

After realizing that Simba was a new recruit, the gazes around him gradually shifted from confusion to schadenfreude.

This finally made him realize that something was wrong.

Could it be that these uncontested races are really as mysterious as the officers say?

Simba looked at the thin-armed, thin-legged golden goblin, and then at the orcs around him who seemed to be enjoying the show. He felt conflicted.

He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power from his biceps, and his inner turmoil vanished instantly.

He believed his muscles were just as good as a few women's!

"Hey you golden fairy over there, if you've got the guts, come and fight me one-on-one!"

Simba confidently raised his head, took off his military uniform, revealing his muscular physique.

"I'll show you what the glory and power of orcs truly are!"

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Tohka Has Turned Evil

When faced with Simba's provocation, it was not Tohka Yatogami who reacted first, but Chtholly and Esther.

Many powerful races look down on those without traits, and even they have gotten used to it.

That is why they voluntarily chose to follow apartheid laws and avoid contact with other races as much as possible.

But it was less about protecting them and more about protecting the orcs.

After all, once the Golden Fairy gets serious and uses some magic to enhance himself, no orc can stand against him.

Chtholly and Esya exchanged a glance, both noticing the headache the other was experiencing.

If possible, they would like to settle things peacefully.

However, based on their understanding of Tohka Yatogami, they knew she would absolutely not go back before she had eaten.

"Then that's all."

After hesitating for a moment, Ctholly said to Simba, "A one-on-one fight is out of the question. If we damage this ship, the others will be affected as well."

"Yes, yes, we golden fairies can fly, so even if the ship sinks, it won't affect us much."

Asya placed her hands behind her head, looking indifferent: "But most of you can't fly. For your sake, let's settle this in a safer way."

Upon hearing this, everyone abandoned their plans to watch the show.

They're right.

If a fight breaks out on this ship, and someone bumps into something, everyone on board will be doomed.

"Alright, let's start with an arm wrestling match."

Simba confidently made an arm-wrestling motion, then beckoned to Tohka Yatogami with his other hand: "I want to see if your Golden Fairies are as mysterious as others say."

"What reward will I get if I win?" Tohka Yatogami asked.

"Hmph, if you win, from now on I, Simba, will acknowledge you as my boss!"

Is this really a reward?

"Then tell me what you want?"

"I want your breakfast!"

Tohka Yatogami pointed at the mountain of meat piled up in front of Simba, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth: "If I win, your breakfast is mine!"

Simba was stunned into silence by Tohka Yatogami's request.

He's a lion-man!

Does this guy want breakfast more than his respect?

At that moment, he felt his dignity had been smashed to the ground and trampled on.

Moreover, they were defeated by a weak, uninhabited species.

His anger burned even more fiercely.

"Of course," Simba said, barely containing his anger. "If you can beat me, I'll give you half of all my meals from now on!"

"Really?" Tohka Yatogami's eyes lit up instantly. "You're such a kind person!"

As if afraid Simba would change his mind, she immediately sat down in front of him.

Other orcs also turned their gazes over, gathering in twos and threes as if to join in the fun.

The two clasped hands, and Simba took a few deep breaths to control his emotions.

His gaze turned serious the next moment.

He was a very proud orc warrior who couldn't stand seeing his colleagues groveling before a few undead. Although he had the recklessness of a warrior, it didn't mean he was as stupid as a troll.

As a new recruit who had just joined the army, he had never even seen other golden fairies before today. His understanding of this race was limited to the warnings from his superiors and the occasional chatter from veterans.

After all, even within the military, information about the Golden Fairy was kept secret.

The fact that the Golden Fairies are so feared by everyone in an army where strength reigns supreme shows that they are not a race to be trifled with.

However, Simba's confidence in his own strength and his aversion to the unmarked race still gave rise to the idea of ​​challenging his opponent.

However, contrary to his apparent recklessness, he was actually quite vigilant.

Looking at the unspecies girl staring intently at his plate, and her slender arms that seemed so fragile they could snap at the slightest touch, Simba couldn't help but ponder.

This guy doesn't look strong at all.

Why are all the orcs so afraid of this kind of creature that he could easily crush with one punch?

Do they have some special abilities?

However, time did not give him more time to think.

"Then I'll be the referee. We'll start after the countdown of three."

Chtholly, acting as the referee, slowly announced, "Three, two, one, begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Simba's right arm muscles tensed up instantly.

The lion's mane stood on end and its veins bulged, clearly indicating that it was prepared to use its full strength from the very beginning.

"Roar----!"

A deep, lion-like roar came from his throat.

However, his arm and Tohka Yatogami's arm remained fixed in place, without shifting at all.

Simba's eyes turned horrified.

Considering the Golden Fairy's strangeness, he originally planned to rely on pure strength to quickly decide the winner at the beginning of the match.

However, even with all his might, the girl's hand remained as solid as an iron wall, impossible to budge an inch.

It was an arm that was as thin as any other non-signature species, so thin that it could be torn apart with a single pull, yet the power it contained defied all reason.

"Move!"

Simba's lion face contorted into a ferocious grin, baring his teeth so wide you could even see his fangs.

Not only his right arm, which he used for arm wrestling, but also his legs and waist were subtly exerting force, providing him with more power.