Three goblins stumbled through the village paths, shrieking in terror, their breath ragged and limbs trembling.
Their minds replayed the massacre they had narrowly escaped—a blur of steel and blood, their kin cleaved apart by a single human. To them, Leon was no longer a man. He was a monster.
Ahead, the goblins reached the heart of the village, where thirty stronger warriors stood guard around a larger, more ornate tent—the Chieftain's dwelling.
Twenty E-rank goblins stood in formation, while ten D-ranks—larger and better armed—remained closer to the entrance.
Among them were the same hunter goblins who had returned earlier with the captured women.
As the three F-ranks approached, they screeched and pointed back wildly, their twisted tongue filled with panic.
One particularly large D-rank goblin growled, unimpressed by their fear.
In its eyes, they were cowards—useless even by goblin standards.
Then, the growling stopped.
Leon appeared at the edge of the gathering—his sword resting casually over his shoulder, stained crimson.
Blood dripped from the blade, a slow, deliberate rhythm that matched the pace of his boots crunching against the dirt.
Wind danced through his hair, his blue eyes locked on the chieftain's tent beyond the wall of bodies.
He didn't see enemies.
Only obstacles.
The D-rank goblin stepped forward, shoving the F-ranks aside with disdain.
Unlike the others, this one wore crude armor—a dented chestplate and a rusted helmet.
A ragged loincloth hung at its waist, a skull affixed to the belt like a trophy.
This goblin had never known fear.
Every human it had fought had died screaming beneath its axe. So It felt Leon would be no different plus it also felt Leon would be exhausted after battling the goblins from earlier. So, it puffed its chest and snarled, baring sharp teeth, trying to intimidate Leon.
But Leon didn't stop walking.
He didn't flinch neither did he blink.
The goblin's snarl turned into a roar. Its muscles bulged, and a red glow erupted from its veins. Blood Power: {Surge}.
A racial ability that heightened strength and violence.
All goblins possessed the blood ability {Surge}, but while F-ranks were too weak for its effects to be noticeable, the D-rank's stronger blood power allowed it to visibly enhance its body and weapon.
The axe in its hand pulsed with energy as it lifted it high above its head before it went down to strike down Leon—
And then there was blood.
But it wasn't Leon's.
The goblin stared in shock at the stump where its wrist once was, too slow to realize what had happened.
Leon was already moving—one clean swing severed its head from its shoulders.
The glowing axe fell beside its twitching body.
But Leon didn't even pause.
He stepped over the corpse and kept walking, toward the tent… toward the Chieftain.
Towards the next target.
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Inside the goblin chief's tent, the space stretched unnaturally larger than it appeared from outside, dimly lit by crude torches stuck in skull-shaped sconces along the bone-lined walls.
At the far end sat the goblin chief on a grotesque throne made entirely of bones—some human, some beast—looming over the room like a warped monarch.
Beside the throne stood a cage also made of bones, jagged and twisted, where the captured women were held.
Naked and terrified, their bodies trembled with fear, spared only because Leon had attacked while they were getting undressed by the goblins—the goblins could not eat them while they were clothed.
The piercing screams of dying goblins outside echoed into the tent—screams so shrill and raw they could rattle the soul—until they abruptly stopped.
Silence followed, heavy and unnerving, broken only by the sound of blood trickling in beneath the tent flaps.
Then, like a twisted offering, the head of one of the fleeing F-rank goblins rolled inside, trailing blood.
The women in the cage recoiled in horror, unable to comprehend what kind of monster could cause such carnage.
To them, it wasn't a man approaching—it was something far worse.
Leon stepped through the flap, his boots soaking in the blood of the slain, his sword hanging loosely in one hand, still dripping red.
His eyes locked onto the chief. The monster was larger than any goblin he'd seen—broad, heavily muscled, and cloaked in crude armor made of beast hide and bones.
A massive blade was planted beside its throne, and though its people died in droves, the chief remained motionless, chin resting on its fists like a king unbothered by the fall of ants.
Leon's gaze flicked to the women—fortunately they were still alive.
Without a word, he dashed forward. His sword swung wide, air screaming around the edge as he aimed straight for the chieftain's neck, determined to end the monster before it could stand.
Leon attacked first because he knew the chief wouldn't be as weak as the others, and he wanted to go all out from the start to end the fight on his terms.
But the chief was no idle fool.
With a blur of motion, its massive sword surged upward from the ground into its hand and met Leon's blade with a deafening clang.
The impact sent a shockwave through the tent, and Leon was forced back, sliding across the blood-slick floor.
Now armed, the goblin chief rose from its throne like a demon awakened, bellowing a deep, guttural roar as it charged at Leon—and so their battle began.
Their blades clashed with a fury that lit the tent in sparks, the goblin chief's brute strength steadily pushing Leon back despite his precise technique.
Every time Leon sought an opening, the chief's feral reflexes and sheer might sealed it with a vicious counter. It was a battle of honed skill versus raw power.
Then, as their swords met once more in a thunderous impact, a surge ran through Leon's arm—his Critical Master attribute triggered, unleashing a devastating tenfold blow.
The chief's eyes widened in shock as he staggered back, the force unlike anything he'd endured. Leon didn't hesitate—lunging forward, he thrust his blade straight toward the goblin chief's heart, aiming to end it in one decisive strike.
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Stats of E-Rank goblins
Strength: 160
Speed: 125
Vitality: 140
Stamina: 120
Senses: 85
Blood Power: 120
Stats of D-Rank goblins
Strength: 320
Speed: 240
Vitality: 290
Stamina: 250
Senses: 170
Blood Power: 230
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A/N: Please send power stones and leave reviews.
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