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 gotten fat

enjoy the little time they

"G-Guh…?!"

Hobgoblin Chief noticed that the echoes and screams had

meant the last of the

It was all over.

see, he could only

his palms sweaty as

idea why he stubbornly clung to

little ones and women were locked in the other room. Since they could not participate in war, they had to be sheltered from all

came to warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons why children and

were too weak and unintelligent to be of any use.

in weaponry, and their muscles were yet

Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they were

had children in their wombs. Once they gave birth,

the future of the

result, the three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were the

they were doomed

annihilator—he would never find them—but due

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

he doubted he could push the stone boulder

children and women only

their ancestors did in the

Hobgoblin Chief found this to be

had already evolved past that, so it was a descent

prefer for them to do

Chief thought about his own

them to live… live

~SQUELCH!~

his blood gush out along with

a second before he was on the

felt like hell for him, but thankfully

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

the Hobgoblin Chief uttered before breathing his last in a pool of his own

Hobgoblin tongue, it meant, "The

couldn't have been more

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he looked around to see the corpses of over