Chapter: 24, Crown of Goblin
Gura waited at that place for Dainsleif to return. She didn't dare to run away not because she was afraid, but because if Dain caught her running away, she might face a fate crueler than death. She has seen the feats Dain can accomplish and had no doubt about her thought.
Dain was far away from her, looking ahead at all the goblins roaming around inside the camp. Some of the goblins were scouting around the camp. He noticed a large goblin sitting in a crookedly made wooden chair with a golden crown in his head.
He was surprised to see the goblin king wearing a golden crown. And the crown emitted a strange and mysteriousness to it, almost…like an Artifact!
If this thing somehow turns out to be an artifact, Dain would certainly have a rich harvest in this dungeon raid.
Without another word, he vanished from where he stood.
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Within the 6th floor. The place was eerily quiet. The sound of the hollow caves loomed over as the corpse of the mostly eaten goblin was enveloped in Darkness.
The silence gave way to fear as an impossible phenomenon occurred in the darkness. The mostly eaten body of the dead goblin was in the same position it was left, but its fingers twitched slightly, almost imperceptible.
Soon, the unrecognizable body of the goblin moved its arm, then both arms and soon, it was able to slowly sit up.
It moved its head to look at the surroundings, its empty eye sockets hiding something, but it was nothing but shock and confusion. Maybe even it itself couldn't understand how it, that was supposed to die in the middle of the horrifying pain of being bitten by hundreds of rats, was still alive.
As it slowly stood up, its bones somehow were able to withstand the weight of the remaining flesh and were still able to keep itself intact. It was a surprise that the bones didn't fall apart, breaking and falling like a large lego tower with four foundations.
It looked around and tried to walk but fell down one by one. After some time of relentless struggle, it finally got used to walking with the new weight and balance.
It looked a particular way after it got on its feet as it mumbled something, maybe something like trying to remember its own identity and the identity of its killer. Its voiced grotesque and hoarse as it said,
"G-Grom…a-a-an-and G-Gu-Gura…"
**
Back on the eighth floor, in the goblin camp. The particularly normal and average looking goblin wearing the golden crown was happily playing with the female goblins as their faces expressed ecstasy as his hands fondled their bodies.
He was having the best time of his life on this lower floor. A lewd look was etched on his face as his hand felt the warmth of the bodies of many different females of this lesser race.
Gin was finally living his dream life, although the females were not as beautiful as his previous tribe's women on the upper floor, at least he had control over them. because of his higher level than these level eight goblins, these goblins would do anything to please him.
Abandoning his tribe was one of the best decisions he has ever taken. Before in the upper floor, He was the ugliest and even the weakest among his peers. No females ever looked at him as they chose the attractive and stronger males from the tribe. He was miserable and lonely.
When his tribe was on the brink of extinction, he stole their sacred relic and fled to this lower floor. Even though he was the weakest in the upper floor, he was the strongest in this lower with the strongest king being only at level 10 whom he killed, while he was at level 15.
After killing the previous goblin king, he naturally became the new king. Now everything, the gold, women and food, all on this floor belongs to him and no one else.
He was lost in the sea of pleasure when suddenly; a small goblin rushed in front of him and knelt down. His voice was urgent as he hoarsely and stutteringly informed, "M-my lord! An enemy attack! Most of our soldiers have been killed! Please save us m…" His voice fell short as his head split open from the side to the top.
Everyone looked at the scene with dumbfounded expressions. They were completely shocked as their hair stood on their skin, a deep seed of dread took root in every one of their hearts. As soon the split piece of his head fell on the ground, everyone got out of their shock and the scene went into chaos.
Everyone started to run around wildly, all trying their utmost to save their lives. Gin was still in a trance, sweat dripping down from his forehead as he looked at the scene.
As the other goblins started to run, two sword slashes flashed out of nowhere. The sword slash was boundless as it cut through the material world with complete ease. The sword slash cut through the bodies of the running goblins like a hot knife cutting through butter.
No matter whatever came in its path, nothing could stop it as it flowed through like an unshakable flow of river that couldn't be stopped.
Within just some mere moments, every other goblin was lying on the ground, their bodies sliced in two. But only Gin was alive. The dream life he got after many years of hardship and loneliness, he lost all that in just mere moments.
He fell on his knees, his heart filled with dread as he watched all of his luxurious and joyous kingdom fall apart.
At the last moments of his life, Gin heard a cold voice ringing in his ears, "Guess you're the last one, deserter."
Gin closed his eyes; he couldn't help but regret the decision he made at that time. A single invisible slice of a sword smoothly cut through his neck as his consciousness blacked out.
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After clearing the goblin camp completely, Dain looked at the golden crown in his hand as he looked at its description.
[Crown of the Goblin King]
To be continued…