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

to enjoy the little time they

"G-Guh…?!"

that the echoes

last of the warriors

It was all over.

not see, he could

his throne, his palms sweaty as he struggled

why he stubbornly clung to his position when everything

the other room. Since they could not participate in war, they had to be sheltered from

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

were too weak and unintelligent to be of any use.

muscles were yet to

for the women, Hobgoblins constantly bred,

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

future of the

hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were the

they were doomed

annihilator—he would never find

Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked the entrance/exit

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

and women

another as their ancestors did in

found this to be terribly

a descent of shame for his people to indulge in

for them to do that than

about his own children,

personally wanted them to live… live no

~SQUELCH!~

open and his blood

before he was on the brink

of agony felt like hell for him, but thankfully it

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

the Hobgoblin Chief uttered before breathing his last in a pool of his own blood

tongue, it meant, "The

he couldn't have

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he looked around to see the corpses of over