An Extra’s POV

"G-GERUK!"

In Hobgoblin tongue, that meant "Monster!"

This was the only word that came to the mind of the Hobgoblin Chief as he heard the deaths of his people.

Dozens of Hobgoblins being slayed in a single moment, and the voice of their annihilator echoing in depraved laughter as he inflicted an unjust punishment.

Just what… what did he and his people do to deserve this?!

For the seven months that he had been the Chief of the Hobgoblins, they had encountered nothing but peace and prosperity.

Within a month or two, he would finally be able to rest and join his ancestors in the earth.

Yet, this had to happen in his lifetime? In this own tenure of rulership?

Why?!

The fables of the Hobgoblin society told of a time when they were the prey of the NightWolves, but thanks to the leadership of the great KoKuKa, the Hob Chief at the time, they were able to turn the tables around.

It took several generations of Hobgoblin Chiefs, but they were finally able to conquer this land of darkness for themselves.

These events happened so long ago that only stories existed of them.

The Hobgoblins now only knew peace and prosperity, and the only reason they hadn't lost their touch of combat was due to the contests that were frequently held—once every month.

If it hadn't been for that, the Hobgoblins would have all grown fat and lazy.

The Hobgoblin Chief was initially grateful that they didn't abandon their culture.

He thought their training would finally be put to good use against the invader.

But now… now he thought differently.

Not only was their training rendered useless in this entity's presence, but his powers were something that no Hobgoblin could ever hope to attain.

Not even the great KoKuKa!

If this was how things were going to be, then wouldn't it have been better to have enjoyed themselves to the fullest?

all gotten

enjoy the

"G-Guh…?!"

Hobgoblin Chief noticed that the

meant the last of

It was all over.

could not see, he could only

throne, his palms sweaty as he struggled to maintain his

had no idea why he stubbornly clung to his position when everything was going to disappear

could not participate in war, they had to be sheltered from all of

did not particularly discriminate when it came to warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons why children and women could not be

be

been trained in weaponry, and their muscles were yet to develop, so

constantly bred, so they were

children in their wombs. Once they gave

of the

a result, the three hundred more Hobgoblins in

were doomed

would never find them—but due to starvation or some other

that blocked the entrance/exit

the only adult left, and he doubted he could

children and women only had

as their ancestors did in the past, while breeding

found this

a descent of shame for his people

for them to do

Chief thought about his own children, and

them to live… live no

~SQUELCH!~

and his blood gush out along with his

second before

felt like hell for him, but

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

the Hobgoblin Chief uttered before breathing his last

Hobgoblin tongue, it meant,

have

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