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 and

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

"G-Guh…?!"

noticed that the

the last of the

It was all over.

he could only wait for his

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

stubbornly clung to his position when everything was going

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

but there were pragmatic reasons why

weak and unintelligent to be

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

for the women, Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they

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

the future of the tribe, that was the

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

were

of the annihilator—he would never find them—but

stone that blocked the entrance/exit

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

and

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

found this

past that, so it was a descent of shame for

would still prefer for them to

Hobgoblin Chief thought about his own

to live…

~SQUELCH!~

and his blood gush out along with his

even take a second before

for him, but thankfully it didn't

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

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

tongue, it meant, "The

have been more

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dead." Rey muttered as he looked around