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?

have all

would mean they got to enjoy the little time they had left

"G-Guh…?!"

noticed that the echoes and screams

the last of the warriors

It was all over.

could not see, he could only wait

his palms sweaty as he struggled to maintain his grip on

no idea why he stubbornly clung to his position when

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

were

were too weak and unintelligent to be of any use. Instead,

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

women, Hobgoblins constantly bred, so

the women in the tribe had children in their wombs. Once they gave birth, they would be impregnated

the tribe,

result, the three hundred more Hobgoblins in

were

the hands of the annihilator—he would never find them—but due to starvation or

group of adult Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked the entrance/exit

only adult left, and he doubted he could push the stone

end, the children and women only had

ancestors did in the past, while

found this to be

evolved past that, so it was a descent of shame for his people to

still prefer for them to do that

Hobgoblin Chief thought about his own children,

wanted them to live… live no

~SQUELCH!~

felt his flesh rip open and his blood gush

didn't even take a second before he was on

felt like hell for him,

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

Chief uttered before breathing his last in a pool of his own blood and

Hobgoblin tongue, it meant, "The end has

he couldn't have been more

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muttered as he looked around to see the corpses of