As an ork, Colt lived the same kind of life as the other orks.
Every day, he went to the ranch to tend the livestock, worked, and then returned home, where his son would rush over with a smile and hug him, while his wife prepared a steaming hot meal for him.
His life was peaceful, even somewhat dull, but Colt enjoyed it. He had always believed that this kind of life might continue forever—until today.
"Ha... ha... ha..."
A deep, continuous rumble echoed in the distance. Colt hurried toward home. He had no idea what was happening. He had only seen flames appear in the town, followed by everyone panicking. He could not stop worrying about his family, so after driving the livestock back, he immediately ran toward home.
When Colt finally reached his front door, his heart sank. The door to his home had been kicked open and hung crookedly to one side. This sent his unease surging to its peak—and at that moment... a thunderous sound came from inside.
"Bang!"
At the sound, Colt shuddered all over and hurried into the house. Then he saw a scene that filled him with fury.
In the living room stood a huge humanoid monster clad entirely in black armor. In front of it, his wife had collapsed against the wall. Most of her body had been blown apart, and her head was connected to her torso by only a strip of flesh and vertebrae. Beside her, his child was crying out while clinging tightly to its mother's arm.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"
Yet even though his child was crying itself hoarse, the steel monster remained unmoved. It raised the gun in its hand, still smoking from the muzzle, and aimed at the child beside it.
"No—!!"
Seeing this, Colt screamed and