The Confused Transmigrator

Solam Sakmi Sacklair Tomya was confused, because he had transmigrated, but he accepted it quickly. After all, stranger things had happened; he clearly knew he had transmigrated, yet he could not remember who he was before. He remembered everything about the world he came from—customs, technology, supernatural powers, history, culture, and even a bunch of useless trivia—but he could not recall a single piece of information about himself. In other words, he didn't even know if he had been a man or a woman in his past life.

Yes, there was actually someone who didn't even know who they were; could there be anything more confusing than this? Was he Solam? He knew he wasn't, or at least, he hadn't been before. He wasn't even from this world. But since he didn't know who he used to be, he even suspected he might be insane. Perhaps his transmigration was just a delusion born of his own madness. But there was no reason for him to be born insane; that would be even more bizarre than transmigration.

Thinking about it gave him a headache, so Solam scratched his head.

Right, the world he came from had supernatural powers. He could feel these powers within his soul. Although he couldn't use them yet, he knew they existed, which at least proved he had been a supernatural user in his past life. Well, that was something, at least.

Speaking of his past life, it was a world where technology and supernatural powers coexisted; thinking about it, it was quite impressive. But due to the missing information about himself, that world actually felt less real than this one.

"Ram, come quickly! Mother Karom's Warg gave birth today. If we're late, the others will take all the pups," Krum's voice pulled Solam out of his wandering thoughts.

"Damn it, wait for me!" Solam immediately scrambled up from the pile of hay. You have to understand, after ten years in this world, his way of thinking had made great progress. That is, the Orc way of thinking: if you can't figure it out, don't think about it; who cares? Although he was a half-orc—or more accurately, a mix of Orc and Elf—heaven knows how his deadbeat dad managed to get with an Elf, considering Orcs and Elves had always been mortal enemies. If they didn't start fighting the moment they met, it was already a sign of respect. Solam prayed more than once that it hadn't been a forced encounter; that would be too cliché.

Solam leaped down from the high hay pile and caught up to the "kid" in front, Krum. He called him a kid because Krum was only thirteen, a textbook brat. But damn it, he was 1.75 meters tall, with a physique of lean, hard muscle that would make a fitness trainer from his previous world envious, and a face that looked prematurely aged. Based on the knowledge from his past life, he looked like a rough, calloused man who would boast about his exploits. But Krum was truly an "underage" kid; damn it, the average height of an Avalon Orc was 2.4 meters. It was said they were much stronger than their counterparts in the outside world.

"Where's Solam?" Krum's father, Karut, asked while looking at his son. "I'm here," Solam replied helplessly, stepping out from behind Krum's massive frame and raising his hand. Damn it, there's no human rights for the short. Solam's heart was weeping rivers. You have to know that at ten years old, Solam's height of 1.4 meters was truly skinny and small for the tribe.

"Hahahaha, Ram, you really should let Mother feed you more, otherwise, once Krum and the others grow up, we won't be able to find you at all," Karut laughed and teased. There was no helping it; to be honest, Solam didn't look like an Avalon Orc. He lacked the sharp fangs that Orcs were so proud of, and he lacked an Orc's build; he looked more like a human.

"Damn, don't look at Ram like he's skinny; he's all muscle. Didn't he beat Sukya until he was crying for his daddy last time we fought?" Solam said, pulling up his shirt and flexing his arm in a bodybuilding pose, looking quite arrogant.

"Can't argue with that, that's the only part of you that's like an Orc; you hit hard," Karut said with a laugh. The small, delicate-looking Solam had been a natural target for bullying by other young Orcs since he was little, even though his grandfather was the tribal chief. Orcs raised their children in a wild, rugged, and hands-off manner. Kids fighting wasn't a big deal; even if they broke a limb, parents wouldn't interfere. Otherwise, picking on the weak would be despised by everyone.

Unfortunately for them, our Solam was cheating. He had supernatural powers. Come to think of it, these powers were triggered by fear. When he first opened his eyes, he was already confused by the frozen wasteland, and then that big uncle handed him over to these Orcs. Seeing a group of muscular brutes with fangs, the protagonist, who had never seen an Orc before, was scared to death. He thought the big-eyed, thick-browed uncle was planning to betray the revolution and feed him to monsters. His spirit suffered a shock, which developed his first ability: "Toughness." This ability significantly increased his physical constitution and strength growth. So, even though little Ram didn't grow tall, his combat power was top-notch. His strength wasn't much different from other Orc kids, and combined with the martial arts training from his past life, bullying other kids was a breeze.

"I heard you knocked Sukya's teeth out again. How many times is this now? You don't even have the face to go pick out a Warg pup this time."

"I don't want to either, but this guy never learns. Every time I knock his teeth out, he grows them back and comes looking for trouble again. It's annoying," Solam said. Would he tell them he was jealous of Sukya's fangs? Although his past life's knowledge made him a bit uncomfortable with those big protruding teeth, seeing everyone else take pride in them made him want them a little bit. But since he couldn't grow them, he couldn't stand seeing others show them off. So, our Solam's psychology was still quite dark.

"Alright, enough of that. Let's go pick out the wolf pups," he said, leading the group of boys toward Mother Karom's house.

Wargs had been the best partners for Orcs since ancient times. Wargs were a branch of Dire Wolves, usually six feet long and four feet tall. Moreover, Wargs were smarter than ordinary wolves and used strategies to hunt. In Avalon, it was said that the Wargs living here were descendants of the giant wolf Griffin, the partner of the ancient prophet Thrall. Griffin was a legendary magical wolf that lived in the void, but because it was so long ago, the specifics were impossible to verify. However, the Avalon Wargs were indeed huge, over five feet tall and seven feet long. When Solam first saw them, he couldn't believe they were wolves; they were almost as big as a large water buffalo. But only a wolf of that size could carry the massive frame of an Avalon Orc. Avalon Wargs only gave birth twice in their lives, with only two to three pups each time. Coupled with the fact that a Warg required a lot of meat to feed, and given the nomadic level of Avalon, the number of Wargs in each clan was small. The Warsong Clan was considered a large clan, yet they only had about two hundred Wargs. These Avalon Wargs were the dream partners of every warrior; they could serve as pack animals and were also excellent hunters. Their stamina was astonishing, capable of chasing prey for a day and a night. In battle, their sharp claws and fangs could easily tear through the hard hide of a Cleft-hoof Rhino. Therefore, Wargs held a high status among Avalon Orcs. After a Warg died, its body would be buried, and people would hold a funeral for it as if a family member had passed away. Their teeth and fur could only be worn by elders or highly respected warriors. In short, if a family's Warg gave birth, everyone in the clan would come to congratulate them. At the same time, the owner would host a selection ceremony to let the newborn Warg find its partner. According to Avalon rules, Warg pups did not belong to the original owner. In Shamanic doctrine, no independent life belonged to anyone, so a selection ceremony had to be held.

A group of children ran around, laughing and playing between tents made of Thunder Beast hide. Thunder Beast—it sounded like a cool, badass name, but in reality, it was a type of herbivore similar to a sheep or a horse. It was the most important livestock for the Avalon economy; most of their meat and fur came from these herbivores. Thunder Beasts looked like hairy rhinoceroses, just without horns, and they had an exceptionally docile temperament. No one knew who came up with the name; Solam was taken aback the first time he heard it.

Finally, the group of children arrived in front of Mother Karom's tent, where the rest of the clan had already gathered. People brought milk wine and dried meat, and some even brought fur and cheese. Because Mother Karom was a Shaman, a level 17 Soul Shaman, her status in the tribe was very high. You have to know that Shamans held a very high status in Orc tribes because, in this place with low production levels, Shamans usually doubled as doctors, veterinarians, wedding officiants, funeral directors, and teachers. Female Shamans were even higher in status because they were also midwives. In this world with poor hygiene, even for the strong and resilient Avalon Orcs, the maternal and infant mortality rate during childbirth was terrifyingly high. An experienced midwife was very important. Most of the young people in the tribe today were delivered by Mother Karom or her disciples, so one could imagine how high her status was.

By the way, one of Mother Karom's disciples was Solam's aunt-in-law, Aunt Solari. The group of little boys greeted Mother Karom's son, Uncle Ramk, and squeezed into the tent. Ramk was a middle-aged man with a very honest temperament; he looked like the kind of person who was very reliable. However, you couldn't judge Orcs by their faces. Don't let their usual honest appearance fool you; when they fought, they were fierce as death. Once they activated their bloodlust, they would howl and charge at the enemy with axes in hand.

"Oh, my little Ram, come here to Mother," Mother Karom had much better eyesight than Karut and spotted Solam at a glance. A kind smile appeared on her face, which was painted with oil paint. Solam immediately acted cute, using his pre-pubescent child's voice to unleash a ton of "cuteness damage" on the kind old woman. "Mother!" he said, skipping toward Mother Karom. The group of little friends beside him all looked at this guy with pained expressions as he acted cute; it was too shameless.