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 gotten fat and

that would mean they got to enjoy the little time they had

"G-Guh…?!"

Chief noticed that the echoes and

meant the last of the warriors had

It was all over.

could only wait for

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

had no idea why he stubbornly clung to his position

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

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

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

were yet to develop, so they could not properly wield any

constantly bred, so they were constantly

tribe had children in their wombs. Once they gave birth, they would be

of the

in

were doomed to

never find them—but due to

Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked the entrance/exit

only adult left, and he doubted he could push

end, the children and women only

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

Hobgoblin Chief found this to

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

still prefer for them to do

thought about his own children,

live… live

~SQUELCH!~

felt his flesh rip open and his blood gush out along with

take a second before he was on the

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

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

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

tongue, it meant, "The end has

he couldn't have been more

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as he looked around to see the