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

enjoy the little time they had left until

"G-Guh…?!"

Hobgoblin Chief noticed that the echoes and

meant the last of

It was all over.

he could not see, he could only wait for

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

clung to his position when everything was going to

in the other room. Since they could not

warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons why children and women could not be allowed to

too weak and unintelligent to be of any use. Instead, they would

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

constantly bred, so they were

the women in the tribe had children in their wombs. Once

the future of the tribe, that was

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

were

would never find them—but due to starvation or some other unfortunate

Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked the entrance/exit from outside, all of

was the only adult left, and he doubted he could

the end, the children and women only had

their ancestors did in the past, while

Chief found this to be terribly

evolved past that, so it was a descent of shame for

still prefer for them to do that

thought about his own children, and his five

personally wanted them to live… live

~SQUELCH!~

his flesh rip open and his blood gush out along with

before he was on the brink

single second of agony felt like hell for him, but thankfully it didn't last for too

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

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

Hobgoblin tongue, it meant, "The

have

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like they're all dead." Rey muttered as he looked around