The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

- Goblins.

I wonder if I could even say three giants alongside synonyms, cobolts, oaks, etc. of the sword and magic world, so absolutely unreal versus the real thing that it seems so.

I stared at him as he stood a dozen meters across the crossroads, and at the same time my heart pulsed hard as I thought, 'I don't see common sense here...'

Fortunately, thanks to the effect of my unique skill, "The Shadow King," even though it feels like, "Oh, there's no one there, I don't remember," my ranked first place (we looked into it) in the reunion, my shadow thinness has increased even further, and I can't seem to help but notice... well, I don't think I need to keep hiding like that.

"Doh, what do we do? Run away?"

"You just had a weak back......"

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

With that said, I turn my gaze to Goblin again.

He was walking slowly over here with a blatant roar of 'gobble gobble', and he lay his hands on the brad knife, who stood on his hips.

I'm scared, my legs are about to tremble, my lips are dried up, and I still think I'm going to get away with it, but even if I run normally, they're going to catch up, right? 'Cause I don't even have the strength to do that.

Yes, for a moment that seemed forever, I stunned myself with my thoughts - the next moment I frowned at the unusual 'smell' drifting from his body.

"... ugh, ku, ku...!

I squeeze my nose up as much as I want, doing the clever thing of whispering.

There is a stench from the goblin that keeps saying how many days - no, how many years, if you're bad, you haven't washed your body once since birth, and when you turn your gaze at him again with a look at the stench, you can see a slightly different part again.

The ghostly face was mumbling with covetousness and snot, and the borough cloth wrapped around his waist was already in front of the wind, the magnum to hide in his groin was going to be visible now, and when he slipped away his gaze, he stuck his hand into his hipster cloth so as to extinguish the lightning in front of the wind, and abusively removed a grain of nuts from it.

- Hold it, throw it in your mouth.

Oh, you're gonna eat that? And?

If you ask me if I didn't think so, I'd have to shake my neck to the side... Yeah, around eating that, I guess the concept of 'clean' doesn't even exist in goblins. Somehow I was convinced by the filth of that goblin.

Exhale loudly as you say and dilute your eyes, and your gaze turns to the wave of iron sword he's walking galloping and dragging.

Well, I knew it from my skills, but that goblin has a weapon.

No matter how many goblins, one of the weakest synonyms, it's strange to have one weapon, so I don't get any impression that I'm going to win.

(Well, although the master was originally an ordinary person, now it's after being replaced by the flesh of a vampire. It's about as strong as a few adult males at that level when it comes to goblins...... well, I know you can win)

"No, no, no. Optimism is too much -"

..................... Huh?

Tell me, I realize on the way, wasn't there something wrong right now? and.

Holding her head down with that in mind, oh and a voice that I noticed echoed in my head, and when I accidentally turned my gaze to Kyoka's voice, she was shuddering her body small.

(Speaking of which, you didn't say. Here, it's commonly referred to as' reading stories')

(Hey, talking...!

You said you could put your finger at the temple of a common drago-o ball or something and communicate with someone far away.

As I think about it, I'm casually starting to read into my mind over here. I turn my gaze again to Goblin, who's getting flustered, even though I said earlier, 'I can't use my reading mind yet, but I wonder if they'll read it completely when I'm reading.

(Supplementally, by demons, we mean animals mutated or produced directly from demons that have taken more of the magic vegetables drifting around the world into their bodies than they need to... Goblins are the former - let's say it's a type? I mean, the whole place -)

- Which one is the goblin?

Probably the latter - if he's atmospherically called "Type II," I don't think he has more drop items, shit or anything than it's made from magic vegetables. but assuming goblins are the former...... well, what would you say. Quite frankly, there's a nocturnal splatter show waiting to be slaughtered.

"I don't want to get too close..."

Squeeze the dagger pattern as you say.

Kachin, the sound of which echoes, the black filling that emerges from the sheath.

There is a red line running around the area of the pattern, and red runs around as if it were a blood vessel. To be honest, as a first weapon, I think it's extremely disastrous here. - That, too, is reliable in this case.

"Ggaa......?

Goblins lean their necks and leak their voices at the sound of a resounding fullness being freed.

I pulled my sword out aggressively at that figure, which was only a gap to the amateur, and tried to rush out - the next moment, I turned my gaze toward my own feet, which stopped moving as if they had frozen.

Both legs...... no, not the other way around, my whole body.

My whole body doesn't move like it's frozen, chained to a joke.

At the end of his gaze is the figure of a goblin beginning to walk to this side of the crossroads with his neck tilted, and the smell of it only tells his brain that all its sights tell him of the presence of goblins as' creatures'.

- Probably scared.

Somehow I thought so.

He has the power... Apparently, Kyoka said.

Then if you care about it, maybe this goblin thing that's exposing the gap in front of you right now is nothing... but still, it's just pure, horrible.

I wonder if you're going to kill the creature in front of you with this sword you're going to hold in your hand now.

I can't help but fear comes up from my feet. Fear runs through my back. A cold sensation echoes through the spine. My body trembles.

"... but"

Squeeze, squeeze the pattern again.

Yeah, I'm scared, I can't help it. I'm scared, that's true.

Yes, it's true... but at the same time I think so.

- I'm much more scared of "fear" of dying than of "fear" of killing others.

Fear of killing others, that is indeed horrible.

But more than that, it's much scarier to end up without exchanging anything.

Simply put - I don't want to die.

That's why I kill you.

- Sorry, Goblin.

Mumbled, jumping out of the corner of the crossroads.

That speed is very different from the sole I know, and before me I'm a little surprised. Before me, I see a goblin that opens its eyes to the limit and reveals its surprise.

I'm not a meter away from him anymore.

Now that you finally realize the existence of the 'enemy', as Goblin reaches out to me in front of you - I think there's nothing I can do.

"Life isn't heavy anymore."

- For a moment, I could play blood.

If you look at him, there's a black body popping out of his back, blood that starts small from his wound, dull black blood that spills from the edge of his goblin's mouth.

I jumped further into his nostrils with those moments ahead of me, looking down at that goblin, losing power and falling to the blood, just one word.

"Sorry, I'm gonna kill you because I don't want to die."

Pirin! Level's up!

Pirin! Level's up!

There was such information ringing in my brain.