PSI smiled.
An evil smile—a satisfying one. But he didn't end there; he rolled around, striking the earth goblin's throat.
He dashed backward, stepping zigzag.
Her followers, the tree magic users, all attacked him.
"How dare you, how dare you… Haaaa…" "Ahhhh…" "Kill him…" So on. "Fool, you fool, you need to die."
When he heard the word fool, he smiled even more and said,
"She can heal others but not herself… This is absolute dog-like loyalty to others but not oneself. How utterly disgusting."
One of them, who seemed to fit the role of her lover, shouted out loud,
"Dieeee…!"
A series of trees grew toward him, all with hostile intent. Weirdly enough, he was able to command the trees. Their branches were more like snakes, out there waiting for their prey.
They all attacked him. The trees had mouths—literally—to digest.
PSI used water to slash them all one by one… and continued to do so.
When he found an opening, he went right through it, cutting the tree branches using a hyperbolic water jet.
From midair, he threw the dagger while clenching hard onto it.
The dagger wasn't just thrown into the goblin who was playing Romeo and going berserk. It was like a launched skyrocket. The speed and the wind's blow were an extraordinary scene.
The dagger busted the goblin's head and even passed through it, stabbing the leader of the purple goblins—the venomous goblins.
The venomous goblin leader got stabbed in his palm; the dagger penetrated his venomous skin.
The reason was that the water goblin leader would've gotten his neck stabbed if it weren't for the venomous goblin's hand.
PSI kept walking calmly with a subtle smile. He stared at the venomous goblin leader.
The venomous goblin's hand bled—but PSI wasn't sure if it was actually blood.
A very slippery, sticky purple liquid bled from his stabbed palm. The venomous goblin turned around in a blunt way—slow, yet confident. He gazed at PSI walking toward him.
When they were both set to fight face to face, in a second, the dagger melted, leaving the wound wide open like a window in a wall.
The venomous goblin grabbed one of the green goblins—the tree magic user—right by the neck.
The purple blood, smoking, surged into the green goblin, and the goblin turned completely white. The purple blood absorbed the green goblin's skin and aura.
PSI thought,
"He just drained his soul to heal his own simple wound. What a waste of a life…"
The sand goblin leader and wind goblin leader watched from the side. They competed with each other to become the best servant of their king, and if it meant watching their own subordinates die, they'd gladly do so.
That's why PSI thought: no matter how strong or godly a goblin seems, in the end, they're just goblins.
The flame goblin leader breathed flames while flying in the air, using flame magic like a rocket.
On the other side, the water goblins used their water as floating mats in midair with their sneaky bastard leader.
The other six divine goblins stood high near the cloud stairs, still ready to butt in for a chance to kill.
The venomous goblin leader inhaled deeply, breathing far beyond normal limits. His body lit up suddenly as a flash flickered from his purple eyes.
He looked like he swallowed the air instead of breathing it. He lowered his head, then raised it, his eyes scanning the surroundings like beams of light.
He opened his mouth, breathing out mountain-sized fog filled with poisonous gas.
PSI knew he had to run and fight at long range instead of his usual close distance.
He ran as fast as he could, trying to outrun the rapidly expanding fog, hoping it had a limit.
Of course, it had a limit—but that limit was the entire land, from the huge mountain to the beach.
If PSI approached the sea, he'd die. The goblin king was near the shoreline, and the water goblins wouldn't allow it.
So he paused.
"What is going on? What the hell is this situation? How can I survive this… Dammit. He got me."
PSI, with a rage-filled face, stared at the distance where the venomous goblin leader was walking.
Every light-green goblin with tree or healing magic was dead. The poisonous fog devoured all living beings.
All bodies were drained and lost color. Even the dead earth goblins and their leader were absorbed by the venomous goblin.
PSI scanned the area, searching for a way to survive. Then he realized—where was the venomous goblin pack?
The poisonous fog was created by intentionally scattered venomous goblins. They planned this from the start.
While PSI stood like a statue, the water goblin leader watched and spoke,
"Well, even his unknown water grinder thing won't work. That guy is dead."
Before he finished, the goblin king's virtual head spoke,
"Well, the kid still has the upper hand. No one noticed how… The real fight begins now. Be careful. There are over twenty doors in midair. The kid's ability is called Inventory.
Once you have it, you can create inventories and store anything. Unlike normal inventories, this one opens doors.
He mastered it—or at least understood its mechanics. He filled twenty inventories with seawater, opening the doors at finger size.
Then he compressed the inventory from the inside, forcing the water to surge at extreme speed—penetrating everything like a laser.
We don't know his limit. Be careful."
The water goblin leader's smile stretched to his ears. He screamed,
"Yes! This kid is a masterpiece… From a born loser to a genius! I want to torture him myself, drink his blood—ohhh! Don't kill him! I need him! I love boys like you!"
PSI noticed everything and smiled while gazing at the ground.
"He seemed calm like still water, but turned out to be full of waves… You all think I can't win…"
No one expected anything from PSI anymore. His hydraulic water couldn't cut the fog—and worse, any water he used turned acidic, melting things on contact.
The venomous goblin leader approached him calmly.
"Give up. None of your silly tricks will work. You're born a loser—act like one before you die."
PSI smiled.
"Me… born a loser? What a shame. That's just your narrow view. You live inside the box, staring at its walls, not even knowing its color. What you see in me is just a reflection of yourself. That's perception."
The venomous goblin leader snapped, grabbing PSI's neck.
"Say that again, bitch."
PSI, heavily injured by the gas, smiled again.
"Yeah, whatever. You're only strong among goblins. You sacrificed your entire race just to make a fog. Anyone outside your race would crush you. That's why you're the real loser."
PSI twisted the leader's hand, breaking it. The goblin stumbled back and fell.
PSI stepped back lightly and said,
"As for me… I see the whole box—and beyond. I can even recreate it. That's perception.
OPEN YOUR EYES AND GAZE AT THE SKY."
A mountain the size of Kilimanjaro tore through the clouds, descending from the sky.
PSI laughed as he opened an inventory door.
"Hahahahaaaa…"
He stepped inside and said,
"Catch you later, losers."