Goblin Kingdom

Satisfy the hunger little by little for small prey.

That's how I crossed one night.

The number of prey eaten is two rabbits, one frog, and one lizard.

If I were a human being, a meal that would make me nauseous, if I only slept through the night, I would have broken it off with a meal.

A monster.

The first time I saw him, I was no longer upset.

What I found out after hunting is that this body seems to perform a lot better than humans.

Night's eye is wise, no claws ripping off prey, no chewing fangs, no ratio of people.

Besides, drinking raw water doesn't break my stomach.

Hold on to what man has thrown away in the course of evolution.

If I was just going to live with nature, instead of having any problems, it was even more convenient this way.

Sleep in the shade and think.

Well, I was wondering what to do.

Of course, I'm sorry about being a monster in a place like this.

I read a long time ago, that a man who became a tiger went mad and eventually became a tiger, both physically and mentally.

But I don't want to be.

Whether I'm human or not, I have to look for a way to go back.

So, what do we do?

I think about the rabbit I caught before dawn.

Speaking of which, didn't the guy who ordered me speak the language?

What I recall is the goblin who dumped me here.

He told me to feed him.

I have words.

Doesn't being able to communicate mean there are goblins besides me?

Even if you don't know the art of going home all of a sudden, you should be able to get information if you have some kind of community.

I walked out to that hole with a rabbit.

As soon as I walked out. I stopped and jumped into the grass with a cold feeling of spine.

I can't stop swinging my hands and feet, like my fear propagated all over my body.

If his ears were clear, a spider, along with a shoeshoe and a deafening sound, about two humans, was walking, as if he were also the Lord of the woods.

My heart was quiet as frozen, but there was never any sign of healing just the waving of my hands and feet.

The underlying fear that works the rational question and instinct of what that is.

predators and predators. Only my monstrous body was trembling at the power relationship between the eating side and the eating side.

Six bright red inorganic eyeballs look around, and long hands and feet will be as long as a person's back length. That's six of them.

"Kisher!"

If you suddenly think you've stopped moving, that monstrous spider jumps into the grass opposite me.

"GUOO!"

And you were surprised by the sole, what jumped out of the grass in a hurry was a two-legged creature with an ugly pig head. I guess it's a guy named Oak.

The spider that jumped into the grass chases the oak and jumps out of the grass, cleverly moving his long hands and feet at a speed that is not even noticeable to his eyes, hunting down the oak.

Holding down the escaping oak with two legs from behind, he hits it against its head... so it was mealtime later.

My monstrous body was still trembling at the sight in front of me like a monster top showdown.

But when he mobilized all reason and escaped from the scene without making a sound, he was rushing towards the hole warehouse.

Weak meat fortification.

Natural irrationality (aside), which should have surrounded non-human beings, was tearing my fangs in front of me.

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"Gigi!"

I can't even say a word yet, and I'll try to speak into the cave.

I'm good to be back, but it was resistant to go inside a dark, narrow cave.

But when might that big spider come after us?

Half my butt was on fire, and I called out to the hole.

So I waited a little while, and from inside the hole, the example guy appeared.

"Feed"

On the same ugly face, a gaze like nothing but hatred. But to my surprise, the back length of me and Soze was shrinking.

He just went over the night and I'm pretty tall.

A glance at the rabbit I offered disappears into the hole warehouse without saying anything. When I was thinking about what I was chasing, Soze came back and drank me with a tight gaze.

"Koi! Teki, kuru!

He takes his arm and pulls it forcefully into the hole.

Screaming leaks at its too strong power, but it seems that Soytz is not going to consider it or anything at all.

And when he is thrown into one room, Soitz grabs the stick that was just inside the room.

"Mote."

Looking around, they thought it was an awkward but arsenal.

You mean choose, right?

I look over at the dreaded weapons, but they were all terrible.

I don't even think I have a Japanese knife or a spear in these monsters.

Is there anything a little more weapon-like that I did that for?

Fantastically speaking, I gazed in anticipation of something exquisitely long sword (long sword), but unfortunately what I saw in my eyes were bars of affordable length, pointy piles, or forks used in farming.

Well, it's better than not.

Convince yourself and take the stick.

"Coy."

That said, Soitz just leaves the room.

I stayed half-conscious and followed him.

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"Isoge."

I was being chased by a merciless flying Soviet stick. If you think they let you pick a weapon, the next thing you know, you're driven to the ground and run. It was the village that could be called the abandoned village that arrived in a hurry to do so.

That was an abandoned village or a subtle one because there was a shadow.

What the hell is this?

A good number of green monsters (goblins) are gathering together. In the middle of it, there is a bossy presence with red skin.

"Kul!"

Take my arm and that son of a bitch takes me to that red boss. Give it to me in front of you and I couldn't help but notice the beauty.

Goblin's, and the way I looked at it from the little me, was like wanting to suspect it was the same race. To the height you just look up, your thick arms, your eyes sharp, and most importantly, your ugly face. What you're wearing is rusty floating armor and a blade spilled sword.

"Ooh, Kita. Here, little one."

From a fragmentary point of view, I follow these relationships.

I guess the red goblin is the king and he and the others are his servants. So, as an even more subordinate of this guy, I'm being seen by the king.

Besides, the red goblin stares at me.

"You, Saigo. Slow guy, punishing Atael."

I mean, you said you'd punish me because we arrived last?

Are you kidding me...?

I thought so, and at some point when I looked around, a goblin on the side of the red guy was holding my body back.

"Me, pal. You, Colosanai."

I had red goblin eyes with me looking up.

I thought I'd never forget the monster's eyes.

It is the eyes of those who are clouded by contempt, superiority, and contempt. My parents, my teachers, my fucking brothers, they look down at me.

There was screaming from his mouth at the impact of hitting his body in the back.

"Gugigi!"

If you look, the red guy was hitting me with a stick in his hand.

Three-time red goblins beat me up, step on my head and declare that abusing others is as if it were pleasure.

"Me, King Sama. Disobey, Nye."

Let's kill him.

I don't know where this is, but I'm sure he'll kill you!

For the first time in this nightmarish world, I was regaining my nostalgic emotions. Just a sense of hunger, there is a difference between cloud mud and earlier, when it was ruled.

You can call it human.

In this world dominated by weak predators, or such emotions may not be born. The strong are always strong and the weak are always weak.

"Reply, Sul"

Hate enough to drip, I answered.

"Guai."

I won't go against it, he said.

Blue blood flowing out of your own body.

I swear to God, I was gonna kill him.

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As I was renewing my swear of curse as I was stepped on my head by Goblin's best balls, I heard a voice close to screaming in the distance.

"Enemy, da!

Suddenly he was stepping on me, kicking me in the foot, and the goblin's best balls absurd his voice.

I looked blurry at the sight of the garbage thrown down on the ground.

It was the three ghost pigs (oaks) that the red goblins turned their gaze on as many goblins peeled around.

There will be dozens of goblins on the brink of red goblins.

I guess I'm going to overwhelm the goblins with numbers, and the ghost pig (oak) has more than twice the length of their backs and wipes out the goblins with sticks.

It won't be a battle.

That was the honest feeling. There's no way you can hit a different opponent because of how you make your body and beat it decently.

The goblins get their heads smashed in one swing, goblins dripping down their brains on their asses, and one after the other, they hit the oak. But the blade was inhibited by thick oak fat and seemed incapable of inflicting fatal injury.

The medium red goblin, instead of going to help his dying men, watched.

Looking at the green walls surrounding the oak, he even makes his way to the surrounding people who were there.

But with something like that, you can't stop a thrusting oak. Green walls collapse into oaks that literally use your body as a weapon to thrust through.

When I was able to pull one out, I had to collapse. But the orcs are not intact, there are countless wounds all over the body and there are no shards of reason in the angry eyes.

It just seems to be a leap through this siege.

So one of them approached and collided before the red goblin.

"Guru!

"Grrr!"

The clash between the two creatures ended soon after.

The natural result is just there.

The oak was slashed from his shoulder, but he jumped the red goblin instead of going through it and disappeared into the woods.

And speaking of red goblins, are you losing your mind?

It doesn't even move.

So, what gets into my eyes is a thrown blade, a spilled sword.

Out of the way, I heard my heart ripple.

Strengthen your arms. Ignore the body of a screaming monster and wake up your upper body.

"Gigi, gigigi..."

This is a convenient development, isn't it?

You know what?

Flirting. Still, I get what I want.

Blade spilled long sword.

That's how I stop near the immobile red goblin.

You're not supposed to be dead just because you got jumped.

"Gigigi"

- Die. I'm sorry.

I put my sword up against that neck as much as I could.

Insert the sword tip deep into your throat and knock the longsword aside as it is.

"Giggle, gaggle, guar!"

"Gee, gee, gee."

At the end of the day, he gave a voice of unspoken bitterness, and the red goblin ran out of breath.

"G, bubba... ahhhhhhhh"

I killed him.

"Gigiggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg"

What the hell.

That's a long way to go.

"Gi, gi!?

To the urge to poke from within, poke your knees.

"Gigi, what!?

I held my head in the vague feeling of something else eating through me from the inside of my body.

A sword that had been removed could be heard in the distance as a scratch on the ground.

"Ahhh... ahhh"

That way I looked around beyond the time of pain when a second seemed even an hour long.

Too quiet.

Look slowly, look around, and the goblins will be staring at me.

What's wrong with you?

But I can't help but hate and flee.

One of them goblins comes before me.

"Ooh."

What? What?

"A"?

What's this guy like now? Wang?

May I help you?

I look at my arms in return for words that I can speak in boring words with suspicion.

My arms like red, ugly, steel.

What should I describe my emotions then?

It is not a simple joy to be strong, etc. Nor is he an ugly, filthy disgust. I was drunk.

For what?

I was definitely drunk.