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 fat

they got to enjoy the little

"G-Guh…?!"

Hobgoblin Chief noticed that the echoes and screams had

meant the last of the

It was all over.

see, he could only wait for his turn to

sweaty as he struggled

idea why he stubbornly clung to his position when everything was

in the other room. Since they could not participate in war, they had to be

particularly discriminate when it came to warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons

to be of any use. Instead, they

were yet to develop, so they could not properly wield any

the women, Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they

wombs. Once they gave birth, they would be impregnated

future of the

result, the three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room

were

never find them—but due to

the stone that blocked the entrance/exit from outside, all of them would be

left, and he doubted he could push the

children and women only had

another as their ancestors did in the past, while breeding constantly

this to be terribly

that, so it was a descent of shame for his people to indulge in

for them to do that

about his

them to live… live no matter the

~SQUELCH!~

his flesh rip open and his

didn't even take a second before he was on the

second of agony felt like hell for him, but

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

uttered before breathing his last in

tongue, it meant, "The end

couldn't have been more

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looked around