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?

have all

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

"G-Guh…?!"

Chief noticed that the echoes and

meant the last of the

It was all over.

he could only wait for his turn

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

idea why he stubbornly clung to his position when everything was

could not participate in war, they had to be

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

unintelligent to be

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

constantly bred, so

in their wombs. Once they

the tribe, that was the

the three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room

were doomed to

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

blocked the entrance/exit from outside, all

and he doubted he could

and women only had one

their ancestors did in the past, while breeding constantly to stay

Hobgoblin Chief found this

had already evolved past that, so it was a descent of shame for his people to indulge

for them to do

Hobgoblin Chief thought about his own children, and his

live… live no matter the

~SQUELCH!~

his flesh rip open and his blood gush out along with

a second before

for him, but thankfully it didn't last

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

breathing his last in a pool

meant, "The end

have been more

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all dead." Rey muttered as he looked around to