Tears began to track through the soot-blackened skin of his cheeks. "That was why I didn't fear the Mana Cream Cultivation. Even though it felt like being flayed alive, even though it felt like my organs were being ripped out one by one, I gritted my teeth and endured until I evolved. But what did I find after becoming a Hobgoblin? Not pride, not the joy of protecting the realm, nor the honor of a new life. I found abandonment, indifference, and contempt!"
"Finding a female Goblin willing to marry me was a nightmare! they would rather undergo a Mana Cream Cultivation more horrific than hell itself than be with me! Every female Hobgoblin looked at me with scorn and disgust! They preferred to stay single, waiting for some new Orc to successfully evolve into an Asura!"
