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

enjoy the little time they had left until their inevitable

"G-Guh…?!"

Hobgoblin Chief noticed that the echoes

of the warriors had

It was all over.

he could not see, he could only wait for his turn to

his throne, his palms sweaty as he struggled to maintain

he stubbornly clung to his

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

to warfare, but there were pragmatic

unintelligent to be of

were yet to develop, so they could not

the women, Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they were

their wombs. Once they gave birth, they would be impregnated

the tribe, that

the three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were the

they were

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

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

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

end, the children and women only had

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

found this to be terribly

had already evolved past that, so it was a descent

he would still prefer for them to do that

thought about his

wanted them to live… live

~SQUELCH!~

and his blood

take a second before he was on

agony felt like hell for him, but thankfully it

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

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

meant, "The end

couldn't have been

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all dead." Rey muttered as he looked around