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

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

"G-Guh…?!"

Hobgoblin Chief noticed that the echoes and screams had

meant the last of

It was all over.

he could

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

stubbornly clung to his position when everything was going

ones and women were locked in the other room. Since they could not

it came to warfare, but there were

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

hadn't been trained in weaponry, and their muscles were yet to develop, so they could not

for the women, Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they were

in their wombs. Once they gave birth,

of the tribe, that was

the three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were the future of their

were doomed to

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

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

adult left, and he

and women only had

did in the past, while breeding constantly to stay

found this to

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

them to do that than to

Hobgoblin Chief thought about his

to live… live

~SQUELCH!~

rip open and his blood gush out along with his

before he

agony felt like hell for him, but thankfully

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

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

tongue, it meant,

he couldn't have been more

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as he looked around to see the corpses