*** Rematch
A minute later, I materialize in the Goblin Forest, properly dressed in an orange hoodie and a green skirt. I take a moment to breathe in the familiar air. It's only been a day, but… yeah, it feels good to be back.
Alright, enough sightseeing. Time to get to work. But first—
"Hello? Anyone around?" I call out. Silence. Perfect.
I'm going to have to take off my clothes before activating overpower unless I want them destroyed again—and I definitely don't want an audience for that.
I grab the hem of my hoodie and start to lift it… then pause. Wait. Maybe I don't need to undress manually. What if I can just unequip them through the system? Because if I get ambushed mid-strip, that'd be beyond humiliating.
I pull up my inventory screen, focus on my outfit, and try sending it into storage.
And… it works! My clothes vanish, leaving just the succubus undergarment. Excellent—problem solved.
Now for the fun part.
I activate overpower. My body surges upward into a two-meter mountain of muscle. I walk up to a massive tree, draw back my fist, and—
CRACK!
The impact sounds like thunder. The whole trunk shudders, and the dent I leave behind looks like the tree took a hit from a cannon.
Oh yeah. This is absolutely overpowered. But… How would it do in a fight?
I deactivate overpower, reverting back to my small size, and equip back my clothes. The orange hoodie and green skirt rematerialize on me, like I never took them off. Seriously, this system is a real lifesaver.
Okay—now that I'm dressed… Time to go find some very unwilling test subjects! I march into the forest, scanning for goblins. Doesn't take long. I spot a scouting group—six of them. Perfect.
Just like before, I stash my clothes in the inventory and activate overpower. My body swells into its monstrous form… And suddenly the goblins look tiny.
Oh, I almost feel sorry for them, but… I crack my knuckles. Enemies are enemies. I stride towards them. With my current size, there's no point in trying to be stealthy.
They quickly spot me, and one of them fires an arrow that hits my shoulder. I barely flinch. Heck, I don't even need to pull it out. I just flex, and the arrow falls to the ground. Looks like my defense got buffed too. Nice.
Now the goblins start to panic. They know they don't stand a chance. Well, they never did, but now… they understand just how doomed they are.
Before they can bolt, I charge—pushing off hard enough to leave a crater behind me as I hurl myself straight into the goblins. The impact is… dramatic. No technique, no finesse; I just smash through them like a bowling ball through pins. Goblins go flying, slamming into trees or skidding across the ground, while I barely even slow down.
I turn around and survey the wreckage. Two goblins—the ones that took the full brunt of the impact—are down for good; the rest are flopping around, trying and failing to get up. Okay… That might have been a bit too much. Still… I stroll over to one and lift it by the head. It kicks at the air in panic, but there's no escaping my clutch.
Let's see how strong my grip is. I squeeze the goblin's head. "G—Gee!" It squeals, clawing at my hand in a frantic panic—until—
CRUNCH.
The body goes limp. Wow! Apparently I've got enough strength to crush a skull. Kind of impressive. But… I look down at my palm—slick with blood and brain matter. Ew. I shrug the corpse loose and shake off the worst of it. Yeah, let's not do that again.
I focus back on the remaining goblins. Three left. They look paler than usual. Scared? No doubt. But one still attempts a desperate charge at me with a wooden club. Despite my huge size, I easily dodge and counter with a single, brutal punch to its big green nose. The goblin's head flies off, and I mean just the head. Somehow I punched so hard that I ended up decapitating the thing. Its body staggers on for a beat before collapsing.
Seeing this, the two surviving goblins scream and bolt for their lives. I let them go. They're probably running to their boss, the goblin shaman. Good, I can follow them to it. I have something I want to try out.
I deactivate overpower and materialize back my clothes. Then walk after the goblins. As expected, their trail led me to the goblin shaman. It stood in the middle of a small clearing surrounded by five shield bearers. Perfect. I eye the shaman. From what I've seen, goblins tend to run to their leader when things go sideways—except the shield bearers; those idiots usually just panic and scatter. But what will the shaman do? Bolt to the goblin king? I would miss out on the shaman loot, but… The chance to get revenge on that fat goblin is too tempting to pass up.
I unequip my clothes again and trigger Overpower, bulking up to the extreme. Then charge straight in—not even bothering to check for hidden archers. It's not like they can hurt me anyway.
The shield bearers scramble to form a wall, but it's pointless. I plow through them, sending bodies flying, and grab the goblin shaman before it can even cast a spell. I could crush it right now… But instead, I snap its staff in half and shatter the horn hanging from its neck before letting it go.
The shaman scurries back behind one of its guards. So, even without its tools, it's still got enough pride to stick around—though I can see the panic in its eyes. Good. Let's see how long that lasts.
I drive my fist into the nearest shield bearer. The goblin tries to block with its splintered wooden shield, but the blow still launches it through the air like a ragdoll. I tear through the rest just as easily until only one remains—the one shielding the terrified shaman.
I take a step closer, hoping the shaman will run once it's alone. Turns out I didn't even have to finish the job. With a terrified shriek, the shaman bolts into the trees, abandoning its last defender.
The lone goblin glances at its fleeing master, then at me. The poor thing. To be abandoned like that by the person you were ready to die for. I can't even bring myself to finish it.
"Just scram, dude," I say.
It doesn't hesitate—it turns and sprints off in the opposite direction.
I scan the area to make sure there aren't any stragglers left. No archers in sight—guess it took one look at that massacre and bailed. Fine by me. One less headache to deal with.
I drop overpower, summon my clothes back on, and start tracking the shaman's trail through the forest.
Hopefully, it ran crying straight to its boss—the goblin king—or I just lost a goblin staff for nothing. Ugh. I hope not. Those things are worth several goblin crystals on their own.
After a few minutes of following muddy footprints and trampled moss, I finally find them—a sizable mob of goblins, and in the middle of it all, the fat one himself. The goblin king.
"Yes!" I whisper, grinning. Found the bastard again. Okay, maybe not the same one… but I'll take the win.
I check the encampment. This group looks a lot more organized than the last. The shield bearers have already formed a tight wall around the king, and the rest are tense, weapons drawn. The shaman must've warned them.
That's fine. I size them up, running the numbers in my head. Four minutes to wipe out the small fry with overpower—leaving four to crush the king before my magic burns out.
Plenty of time.
I take a moment to mark the archers' positions. I'm not letting a stray arrow ruin my rematch with the king. Three visible… no, wait—there's a fourth one tucked behind those rocks.
I crack my knuckles, grinning. "Alright, let's do this."
I trigger Overpower—unequipping my hoodie and skirt for the third time today—and break into a charge. My footsteps thunder across the ground, drawing every goblin's attention, but it's already too late. I slam into the first one like a battering ram and barrel straight for the nearest archer. One solid punch, and it's down for good.
From there, it's a massacre. The goblins fight desperately, but with my new reach, they can't even get close before I send them flying.
Meanwhile, the goblin king just sits behind his wall of shield bearers, waiting. Probably hoping I'll wear myself out before swooping in and taking the glory. Typical higher-up move.
Well, it's not going to be that easy, big guy.
I keep cutting through its minions—most are already down, and the few still standing have started to scatter in panic.
"Gee! Gee gee!" The goblin king roars furiously at its retreating soldiers.
"What's wrong, big guy? Too scared to fight me yourself?" I call out, grinning.
The king snaps its head toward me, its face twisting in rage. It probably doesn't understand a word I said, but my tone alone seems to have gotten under its skin. Guess my talent for ticking people off transcends language barriers.
With a furious bellow, "GEE!" The goblin king snatches up its massive stone sword and shoves its shield bearers aside.
Looks like it finally decided to join the fight. I stride toward it. The king still towers over the other goblins—but not over me anymore. Now it has to tilt its head back to meet my gaze, something that clearly sets it off. Its face turned red with anger… Actually more dark purple, but the emotion is pretty clear: unbridled anger. It lets out a guttural roar and raises its massive sword, winding up for a crushing downward swing.
I don't give it the chance. In one smooth motion I snatch the king's wrist, stopping the blade mid-swing. The goblin tries to pull free, but my grip doesn't budge.
"Let's see you tank this," I say, winding my arm back. Then I slam my fist into its gut with everything I have. Wham—the fat goblin crumples to its knees, gasping for air. Nice. Looks like I can finally punch through that armor of fat. Not that I needed to. Now that I'm tall enough to reach its head, I could have just ended it with a blow to the noggin. But… I really wanted to. And now that I have! Let's finish this.
I grab the goblin king by the folds of its triple chin and lift it off the ground. "Gee!" it squeals in panic.
"Don't worry," I say, tightening my grip. "This'll be quick."
I drive one last punch straight into its oversized nose. With no fat shielding its head, the blow lands clean—and the goblin king collapses in a heap.
Seeing their boss defeated, the rest of the goblins run away. Figures. Cowards to the end. But, hey! I got my revenge. And, I wonder what loot—
Before I can check, a system notification pings in my mind—something about earning a new title: Solo Goblin King Slayer. Huh. A title? What even is a title? I pull up my status window, but nothing new shows up. Guess I'll figure that out later.
For now, I stop overpower, put back on my clothes, and bring up my inventory. I'm curious as to what loot this goblin king drops. It must be something good.
Let's see… A couple of goblin crystals, some goblin poison… One goblin sword and goblin crown. The last two must be the goblin king's loot.
The sword has to be that massive blade it was swinging around—definitely a solid weapon. As for the crown… No idea what that does. I'll have to get it appraised later.
With that settled, maybe it's time to head back. I mean… now that the rush of revenge is fading, it's hitting me that I've basically been fighting in my underwear this whole time. Sure, I've been re-equipping my clothes whenever I'm just walking around—just in case I run into another awakener—but still. If anyone saw me mid-fight like that? Mortifying. Yeah, better to head back, sell this loot, and see if I can get some proper gear—something that won't rip to shreds the moment I transform.