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?

should have all gotten fat and

the very least, that would mean they got to enjoy the little time they had left until

"G-Guh…?!"

the echoes and

meant the last of the

It was all over.

he could only wait for his turn

he sat on his throne, his palms sweaty as he struggled to maintain his grip

he stubbornly clung to his position when everything was

room. Since they could not participate in war, they

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

unintelligent to be of any use. Instead, they

and their muscles were yet to develop, so they could not

the women, Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they were

the women in the tribe had children in their wombs.

the future of the

a result, the three hundred more Hobgoblins in

they were doomed to

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

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

left, and he doubted

and women

feed on one another as their ancestors did

found this to be terribly

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

still prefer for them to do that than

his own children,

to live…

~SQUELCH!~

flesh rip open and his blood gush out along

take a second before he was on the

second of agony felt like hell for him,

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

Chief uttered before breathing his

meant,

he couldn't have been

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he looked around to see