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

least, that would mean they got to enjoy the

"G-Guh…?!"

the

of the warriors

It was all over.

could

trembled as he sat on his throne, his palms sweaty as he struggled to

he stubbornly clung to his position when everything was going to disappear

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

were pragmatic

weak and unintelligent to be

trained in weaponry, and their muscles were yet to

women, Hobgoblins constantly

in their wombs. Once they gave birth,

the tribe, that

the three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were the

were doomed to

the hands of the annihilator—he would never find them—but

Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked the entrance/exit

adult left, and he doubted he could push

end, the children and women only had one

feed on one another as their ancestors did in the

Chief found this to be

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

would still prefer for them

Chief thought about his own children, and his

personally wanted them to live… live no matter the

~SQUELCH!~

felt his flesh rip open and his blood gush out

take a second before he was on

like hell for him, but thankfully

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

breathing his last in a pool of his own blood and

tongue, it meant, "The end

he couldn't have

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as he looked around to