Reincarnated as an Ork, and the System Wants Me to Be a Doctor?!

[ New Quest: Use the Book, Idiot ]

Objective: Learn fire and water magic.

Reward: 60 XP. (Maybe use sterilized equipment next time.)

Ghaz stared at the glowing text in front of him, sighing. "Great. Even my quests are insulting me now."

[ You're welcome. Now stop talking and start casting, genius. ]

He ignored the system's sarcasm and focused. He had the book, and now he had a goal—learning magic.

The first two spells in Basic Magic Skills for Swordmages were Fire Manipulation and Water Manipulation. Simple enough, in theory.

He stood in a quiet alley, took a deep breath, and focused on fire.

Nothing.

He tried again.

Still nothing.

[ Wow. Riveting. I could watch you fail all day. ]

Ghaz growled. "Shut up."

He clenched his fists, trying to summon that feeling again—that pulse he'd felt when he first evolved. He could sense mana now, couldn't he? That had to mean something.

He reached out—trying to grasp the magic in the air.

There was a spark—for a fraction of a second.

Then it fizzled out.

And then, the wind shifted—bringing the smell of burnt hair.

Ghaz froze.

He patted his singed sleeve.

"…Did I just set myself on fire?"

[ You tell me, genius. ]

He groaned, rubbing his face. Magic was going to be a lot harder than he thought

After deciding that setting himself on fire in an alleyway wasn't the best use of his time, Ghaz wandered back into the city streets.

That's when he spotted a familiar orc—Eluex.

The burly warrior was butchering an animal that strangely looked like an giant scorpion

"Eluex."

The orc turned, grinning. "Hah! The outsider!"

Ghaz smirked. "Been a while."

Eluex took another bite of his food. "So… you and your brother still breathing?"

"Barely."

Eluex chuckled. "Good enough." Then, his gaze flickered to Ghaz's arm. "What's with the markings?"

Ghaz tensed for a split second. His black tattoos, spreading from his fingertips to his neck, were still new—even he wasn't entirely sure what they meant.

"…Magic." He said finally.

Eluex raised a brow. "Magic?"

Ghaz sighed. "Long story. But yeah. I can sense mana now."

Eluex stared at him for a moment, then let out a booming laugh.

"You? A shaman?!"

Ghaz scowled. "Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Because you're an orc, and most orcs can't just 'sense mana' out of nowhere!" Eluex grinned. "But if it's true, you might be exactly the kind of orc the Iron Bone are looking for."

Ghaz frowned. "The hell is Iron Bone?"

"A group of exiled orcs. Warriors from different tribes, cast out for one reason or another. They wear iron tusks to show their allegiance. They've been growing in numbers—and they're always looking for more."

Ghaz narrowed his eyes. "And why would they be interested in me?"

Eluex smirked. "Because if you're really a shaman, they'd love to have you."

Ghaz considered that. He wasn't really a shaman—but if the Iron Bone were gathering exiles, that meant they might be useful.

As they were continuing thier little chat the number of customers increased and Ghaz decided to go back to the inn as it was getting late.

Ghaz pushed open the door to the inn, the scent of stale ale, roasted meat, and unwashed bodies filling his nose. The place was busy—mercenaries, adventurers, and drunkards all gathered around tables, laughing, arguing, and drinking away what little coin they had.

At a table near the back, Druth sat, his boots kicked up on a chair, a mug in his good hand. Across from him sat Lorin, the swordsman from before, looking far too comfortable.

The moment Ghaz stepped inside, Lorin smirked. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up."

Ghaz sat down across from Druth, rubbing his temples. His head still ached from the morning, and now he had another problem.

Druth narrowed his eyes at him. "The hell's up with your hands?"

Ghaz blinked. "What?"

Druth gestured with his mug. "Your fingers. They look… weird."

Ghaz glanced down. The black markings that had started from his fingertips had spread further up his arms, like ink seeping into his skin. They curled and twisted in strange patterns, reaching past his wrists and up to his neck.

Lorin whistled. "Yeah, that ain't normal."

Ghaz pulled up a chair. "What's he doing here?" he asked, nodding at Lorin.

Lorin smirked. "What, can't a man enjoy a drink with friends?"

Druth rolled his eyes. "He's a regular at the brothel. We ran into each other on my way out."

Ghaz raised a brow. "A regular, huh?"

Lorin shrugged. "Hey, we all have our vices. Some drink, some fight, some—" he grinned, "—appreciate fine company."

Druth laughed. "Yeah, and some don't know when to shut up."

Lorin just grinned, raising his mug in a mock toast. "To terrible decisions."

Ghaz sighed ignoring Lorin. "Yeah. Turns out, I'm a shaman now."

Druth stared at him. Then took a long, slow drink from his mug.

Finally, he exhaled. "Of course you are."

Ghaz raised a brow. "That's all you've got to say?"

Druth shrugged. "You've always been the weird one. Might as well add 'magic' to the list."

Lorin smirked. "Should've figured. First an orc that reads, now an orc with magic. What's next? You start writing poetry?"

Ghaz gave him a flat look. "Lotus that blooms in mud still remains untainted and pure."

Lorin chuckled, leaning back. "Well, if you're serious about this whole shaman thing, you need a teacher."

Ghaz grunted. "Yeah, well, teachers cost money. And we're not exactly rolling in coin.The book was three silver coins."

Druth nodded. "We had twelve silver this morning. Spent two on the inn,one on food and wine , three on that book, and I made two silver coin today at the brothel."

Lorin raised a brow. "Only two? Thought security at a brothel paid better."

Druth smirked. "It does. But I spent a silver on, uh… 'entertainment.'"

Ghaz groaned. "Of course you did."

Lorin chuckled. "Well, that leaves you with seven silver. Still not enough for a real magic tutor."

Ghaz exhaled. "Then I'll figure it out myself."

Druth snorted. "Yeah, that's worked great so far."

Lorin smirked as he stood up and dusted his pants and waved his hand and said. "Just try not to set yourself on fire."

Ghaz rolled his eyes. "No promises."

One thing was certain: If he wanted to actually use magic, he'd have to figure it out himself.

And probably survive a few disasters along the way.