This is a piece of resentment written after the literary famine. . . The protagonist travels to the world of orcs and harvests an orc. There is no White Lotus Virgin in the evil-faced attack x awkward human being, and there is no villain to the end. Goldfinger only has this point of time travel. A foreign land, told in the first person, with children and girls, occasionally physically and emotionally abused, and generally taking a warm and heartwarming approach. . . Above, that's it. . . I really like the idea of orcs, but I couldn't get enough of it, so I did it myself. . .