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

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

"G-Guh…?!"

Chief noticed that the

meant the last of the warriors had

It was all over.

he could not see, he could only wait for his turn

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

clung to his position

and women were locked in the other room. Since they could not participate in war, they had to be

not particularly discriminate when it came to warfare, but there were

and unintelligent to be of any use. Instead, they

in weaponry, and their muscles were yet to

the women, Hobgoblins constantly bred, so

in their wombs. Once they

the future of the tribe, that was

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

they were doomed

annihilator—he would never find them—but due

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

adult left, and he doubted

end, the children and

another as their ancestors did in the past, while

this to be terribly

it was a descent of shame for his people to indulge in such

for them to do that than to die

about his own children, and

wanted them to live… live no matter the

~SQUELCH!~

his flesh rip open and his

a second before he

of agony felt like hell for him, but thankfully it didn't

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

words the Hobgoblin Chief uttered before breathing his last in a

it meant, "The end

couldn't have been more

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as he looked around to see the