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

they got to enjoy the little time they had left until

"G-Guh…?!"

noticed that the echoes and screams had

the last of

It was all over.

could only wait for his

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

clung to his position when everything was

other room. Since they could not participate in war,

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

to be of any use.

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

constantly bred,

children in their wombs. Once they gave birth, they would be impregnated once

future of the

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

they were

would never find them—but due

a group of adult Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked the entrance/exit from outside, all of them

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

and women only had one

ancestors did in the past, while

Hobgoblin Chief found this to

that, so it was a descent of shame

for them to do that than to

Hobgoblin Chief thought about his own children, and

wanted them to live… live

~SQUELCH!~

his flesh rip open and his blood gush out

didn't even take a second before he

like hell for him, but thankfully it didn't last for

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

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

it meant, "The

he couldn't have been more

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dead." Rey muttered as he looked around to see the corpses of over three