The dim tunnels of the mine twisted like veins in stone, lit only by flickering torches that threw wild shadows on the walls.
Byung moved through them like a ghost, his small goblin frame silent and deadly. The system's upgrade burned in his veins—Level 3 strength, raw power that made his muscles feel like coiled steel which was why he was able to cause the mine to collapse with a single blow.
He wasn't just a goblin anymore, not in this moment. Something had flipped inside him, a switch that turned his human thoughts dark.
He heard the orcs before he saw them—heavy boots scraping, low grunts echoing ahead. Byung pressed against the wall, knife in hand. The first one rounded the corner: big, scarred, sniffing the air like a dog.
Byung didn't hesitate because the mine had caught fire prompting Gorz to drop his guard.
