Dimension System: SSS Rank Talent Awakening

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System Notifications: You Defeat the Ork king Clone.

Reward: 10,0000 experience point and 1 million gold.

After seeing the system notifications Dabi is speechless. For a moment he just froze.

Thinking after all that fight and struggle, I was only able to defeat a clone.

On the others side hundreds of elite soldiers were approaching the thrown room. Dabi was still on there.

He needs to flee' but he was in shock. Suddenly his summons approach him he regain his focus.

Seeing the soldiers coming , he just use a smoke bomb and started to run.

Dabi stumbled through the dense forest, the air thick with the smell of pine and damp earth.

Each breath felt like a struggle as pain radiated from his wounds, but he forced himself to keep moving.

The adrenaline that had fueled him during the battle with the Orkish King was fading, replaced by the harsh reality of exhaustion and injury.

He could feel the weight of his body dragging him down, but the thought of capture kept him pushing forward.

The Orkish guards would be searching for him, their pride wounded, their vengeance imminent.

He had narrowly escaped the throne room, the remnants of the battle still echoing in his mind.

The clash with the King had drained him of most of his energy, leaving him vulnerable.

He had no time to linger; he had given the rebels a brief head start, but that wouldn't last long.

He needed to regroup, find a place to rest, and plan his next move.

The forest loomed around him, its thick canopy filtering the sunlight into dim, green hued patches on the ground.

Dabi pushed through the underbrush, each step a reminder of the bruises and cuts that marred his body.

He had to find the rebels; they were his only hope for surviving the onslaught that would surely follow his escape.

After what felt like an eternity, Dabi stumbled upon a clearing.

In the center stood a makeshift camp, the rebels he had encountered earlier huddled around a flickering fire.

Their faces were a mixture of relief and concern as they spotted him emerging from the trees.

"Dabi!" one of them shouted, rushing to his side. It was Garak, a tall orc with a scar running down the length of his face.

"You made it! We thought"

"I know," Dabi interrupted, trying to catch his breath. "We need to move. Explain everything !! The King won't take kindly to my escape."

The rebels quickly surrounded him, their expressions shifting from shock to determination.

They were battle hardened, each one having faced the brutality of the Orkish King's regime. Dabi felt a swell of gratitude and something he hadn't anticipated respect.

"Your fight in the throne room was legendary," Garak said, his voice low but filled with admiration.

"You stood against the King himself and survived. That takes courage."

"I didn't do it alone," Dabi replied, shaking his head. "I need your help if we're going to disrupt the Orkish military.

This fight isn't over."

The group exchanged glances, a silent communication passing among them.

They understood the weight of his words, the importance of their cause.

After years of oppression, they were finally beginning to see a flicker of hope, and Dabi was at the center of it.

"Then let's plan our next move," another rebel spoke up.

It was Elda, a fierce warrior with a fiery spirit. "We know the layout of the capital's supply routes.

If we can disrupt their supplies, we can weaken their military strength significantly."

Dabi nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "We need to target the supply lines.

If we can take out their food and weapon shipments, it will create chaos within their ranks. But we have to be smart about it. The King will have increased security after what happened today."

"Then we strike at night," Garak suggested. "Under the cover of darkness, we can slip into their supply routes undetected. We know the forest well; it can be our ally."

Dabi felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought. This was it his chance to not only escape but to turn the tide against the Orkish Kingdom. "Let's do it," he agreed, a fierce determination in his voice.

As night fell, Dabi and the rebels set off towards the supply routes. The forest seemed to come alive around them, the sounds of nocturnal creatures creating a symphony of rustling leaves and distant howls.

They moved stealthily, their training evident in the way they navigated the terrain.

Dabi led the way, his senses heightened. The battle had sharpened his instincts, and he felt more alive than ever.

With the rebels at his side, he felt the weight of responsibility lift, replaced by a sense of purpose.

After a few hours of careful maneuvering, they reached a vantage point overlooking the main supply route leading into the capital.

The moonlight cast a silver glow over the area, illuminating the crates and wagons that sat unguarded, waiting to be transported to the Orkish forces.

"Look," Elda whispered, pointing towards a cluster of guards stationed nearby.

"They're more focused on the roads leading into the capital. We can use that to our advantage."

Dabi nodded, formulating a plan in his mind. "We'll create a diversion.

If we can draw the guards away from the supply wagons, we can sabotage their shipments without them noticing."

The rebels exchanged glances, their expressions shifting to determination.

Dabi could see the resolve in their eyes; they were ready to fight for their freedom.

"Here's what we'll do," Dabi began, outlining his strategy.

"Garak and Elda will create a noise distraction at the eastern side of the route.

The rest of us will sneak in from the west and start sabotaging the wagons. We'll move quickly and quietly."

The group nodded in agreement, adrenaline coursing through them.

They understood the risks, but the stakes were too high to turn back now.

As they split into their respective teams, Dabi felt a surge of confidence.

This was what he had fought for the chance to stand alongside these brave individuals and make a real difference.

The night air was crisp as Dabi and the rebels moved into position. Garak and Elda slipped away into the shadows, while Dabi and the others crept towards the supply wagons, their hearts racing with anticipation.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the night, followed by shouts from the guards.

Garak and Elda had successfully created the diversion, drawing the attention of the guards away from the supply route.

"Now!" Dabi whispered urgently, and they rushed towards the nearest wagon.

As they approached, Dabi noticed that the crates were stacked high, marked with the insignia of the Orkish Kingdom.

They were filled with weapons, food supplies, and other vital resources for the army.

This was their chance to cripple the Orkish forces.

Working quickly, Dabi and the rebels began to cut the straps that held the crates in place.

They felt a rush of exhilaration with each crate they dismantled, each act of sabotage taking them one step closer to their goal.

However, as they worked, Dabi's heart raced with the fear of being discovered.

The noise from Garak and Elda's diversion was starting to fade, and he knew they had limited time before the guards returned.

"Almost done!" one of the rebels shouted, yanking the last crate free.

But just as they were about to finish, Dabi heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching.

His heart dropped. "We need to go! Now!" he yelled, urgency lacing his voice.

The rebels scrambled to gather what they could. Dabi glanced back towards the sound of the approaching guards, his instincts screaming at him to act.

"Let's burn the wagons!" Dabi shouted, his mind racing.

"It will cover our escape!"

Without waiting for a response, he summoned a small fireball in his palm.

With a swift motion, he hurled it towards the nearest wagon, igniting the crates and causing a burst of flames to erupt.

The fire quickly spread, and smoke billowed into the night sky, mingling with the chaos from the diversion.

The guards would be drawn to the flames, giving Dabi and the rebels a crucial advantage.

"Let's go!" Dabi urged, and they dashed into the shadows, racing back towards the forest.

As they ran, Dabi felt a sense of exhilaration mixed with fear.

They had succeeded in their sabotage, but the danger was far from over.

The flames lit up the night behind them, and he could hear the distant shouts of the guards as they scrambled to assess the damage.

Once they reached the safety of the trees, they slowed to catch their breath.

Dabi leaned against a tree, his heart pounding in his chest.

"We did it," he gasped, a grin spreading across his face.

The rebels erupted into cheers, their spirits lifted by their success.

Dabi felt a rush of pride, knowing that they had struck a blow against the Orkish regime.

But the moment of triumph was short-lived as the sounds of pursuit echoed through the forest.

"They must run," otherwise they all will be killed or be captured....

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