"What the hell… that just killed me."
'Did I really underestimate this goblin too much… or was it just that I let my guard down. Shit. I need to end this. No need to drag it.'
PSI panicked when he saw his head falling off his neck, and when it struck the ground, he got reset to his one-minute-back form. He stood up, checking his neck like nothing happened, but he saw that he died.
PSI raised his head while holding the spear tight. As soon as he saw the goblin, his neck got busted again. He checked it again—he was back—but what was going on was a mystery to his eyes.
"Is it true that it's the goblin's actual speed? I can feel it—its speed. So does that mean I actually can't even dare to land a hit on him? Since he is more of a combat goblin, his speed and strength might be way higher, even than the divine ones… I'm cooked."
He continued to attack. He tried to stab the goblin, but it disappeared and appeared behind him. He tried to spin, but nothing worked.
Even so, PSI didn't give up. He jumped on the goblin and struck with the axe spear, but nothing happened. Even worse, the goblin just reached PSI's face while dodging and punched him.
PSI was blown away by such a punch. He choked blood as soon as he landed on his back. Shaking his hands and legs, he woke up to face him.
The goblin approached at max speed and gave PSI an uppercut punch. Then it dragged him down and slammed him to the ground. PSI felt like he was dead already.
And by the time the goblin threw another punch, PSI had already finished praying for his sins.
But he looked serious. Even with nothing, he was satisfied.
"It doesn't matter whether I land a hit or not. It doesn't matter whether I hurt you or not. What matters is that I'm trying—and I know I will get you if I keep on trying."
With a wishy-washy look, his legs already sore, he pointed his spear at the goblin while still saying his grand speech. I'm at a loss for words.
The moment he finished speaking, the goblin gave him another punch, sending him flying into the sky. Blood all over the place—blood was everywhere. The goblin came slowly and grabbed PSI's spear just as he was blown away.
Dragging the spear on the ground with a metal-scraping sound that disturbed the place, it reached PSI. It kept stepping on him and kicking vital areas all over his body.
Interestingly enough… this term is known as bullying. A goblin kept bullying a man.
For PSI, it was painful. It was so hard to bear. But for the others—except the body owner, who was left traumatized—the other 'divine' goblins were all laughing. They enjoyed it like a cinema. That included the goblin king.
PSI had enough. He couldn't move. He tried again and again, but his body wouldn't respond. It was petrified. Eugene's body, which only knew laziness and no exercise, was terribly used and roughly beaten up.
It is a fact that when Pathless transmigrates into a soul, that body doesn't need food. It still depends on PSI's opinion—he can test it if he wants.
So having food or not wasn't necessarily the problem.
The goblin kept going until it eventually smashed the hands of the body. PSI panicked with raging pain, screaming as loud as he could. Surprisingly enough, the goblin turned around. Now that it had crippled PSI's hands, it thought PSI wouldn't fight.
In such a terrifying scene, the system kicked in…
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COIN STATUS
[][] BACKING: NONE [][]
[][] LOAN: NONE [][]
[][] CULTIVATED: NONE [][]
[][] GIFTS: NONE [][]
[][] SALARY: NONE [][]
UNIQUE TRAIT: [STEAL] : 100,000 COINS
X{USED AMOUNT: 50,000 COINS}X
TOTAL AMOUNT: 50,000 COINS
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Pathless aimlessly stared at the screen and felt weird. Then the system threw another screen right above. While coughing blood, he looked at the second one.
[Buy from the Divine Market…]
'So that's the coin I stole from the Guidanceer at the entrance… Damn, I have 50,000 coins left. Should I buy…'
"Market… store… or whatever…"
As soon as he said that, a third screen appeared, while the other screens faded. At that exact moment, the goblin turned and whispered,
"Either die or live. Of course, I will live. Who wants to be reincarnated as an animal? Such a useless life…"
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[Strength: Low – 2,000 coins | Mid – 6,000 coins | Mid-tier – 7,000 coins | High – 10,000 coins]
[Speed: Low – 1,500 coins | Mid – 4,000 coins | Mid-tier – 7,000 coins | High – 10,000 coins]
But he ended up scrolling down and saw one title—one word—that triggered his mind into excitement.
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Slime Unconscious Instinct:
The ability to turn one's mind into an empty bottle,
with only one and one quest.
Pronounced as: SUI
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PSI felt like he was returning to his soul. His body grew cold, leaving him thinking he was no longer in control.
The goblin turned around, sparing PSI. It gazed at its king and spoke loudly,
"He is good as dead…"
The Goblin King laughed.
"Hahaha… of course he is dead. But you know what? I lied."
The Goblin King's aura projected his face in 3D above his head. It smiled—no, it smirked—showing that it didn't care at all.
That moment was pure evil for the threetine goblin, who expected his race to see an end to their pathetic life with no meaning or intelligence. But no matter how good or bad they were, the Goblin King didn't want to acknowledge them.
The threetine goblin roared with rage.
"Get me to divine. Have mercy on us, please."
He bowed to the ground, suppressing his emotions.
The Goblin King streamed a crazy amount of light arrows, each the size of a mini rocket.
"How dare you call yourself a goblin and beg me for mercy you don't deserve? You're nothing but a worthless goblin…"
The goblin struck his own heart, pulling it out with pure disdain, and gave it to Pathless.
At that point, PSI stood up, noticing his health had become almost as good as new.
He stared at the goblin offering him his own heart. For the first time in his life, the goblin smiled gently.
"Please kill them all. My heart will grant you my power. I am the Goblin of Strength. I'm sure you're going to be faster and stronger than I am, Vicious. So go on… kill them… devour this… and… ki–ll… th–em…"
The goblin's eyes weakened. His voice disappeared into the noise. He fell to the ground, coughing blood, and died.
The ground was filled with the huge goblin's blood. PSI stepped forward silently and picked up the heart.
He took a bite. Blood splashed onto his face. He bit it again and again.
"This was my first meal in a month. It sure is tasty, huh? Now then… who should I eat next?"
And in the next second—
Over 3,000 goblin heads rained down from the cloud stairs.
No one knew what it was.
But they all knew one thing.
It was PSI's doing.