Chapter 8 – Goblin Life (2)
I learned how to craft arrows, and I became able to hit targets from 20 meters away with accuracy.
The weak bow couldn't shoot farther than 50 meters; that was its limit.
I became skilled in making traps to hunt boars, rabbits, and some other animals.
I also learned to use the short sword well, and what made it astonishing was that even after half a year of use, it never broke, rusted, or lost its sharpness even once.
I believe it was the system's influence.
It was a special day… until I decided that I would kill my first human.
A week ago, I kept returning to a house in the forest that looked suspicious.
If I were ignorant, I would think…
that this house belonged to an old man living with his granddaughter.
That's what you would think at first, but the truth was different.
This man was once a bandit.
When he grew older and weaker, he escaped his gang with some money and found this house.
A woodcutter and his daughter had been living there.
The old bandit approached the man in a weakened state, begging him to let him stay the night, claiming he was lost and that bandits had stolen everything.
The woodcutter believed him and let him in… and during the night he drugged him, broke his legs and arms, and locked him in the basement.
He made a deal with the girl: if he didn't kill her father, she would become his slave and fulfill all his desires.
The girl agreed… and he raped her every day, while her father listened from the basement… and I did too.
At first, I didn't want to intervene, especially since that woodcutter had tried to kill me before, but…
I felt that energy near the goblin heart… growing bigger and stronger. My senses sharpened.
I don't know how, but I felt that if I killed that human… I would grow stronger.
Night fell, and silence spread.
I strapped the arrows of the goblin, the dagger as well, and tied the sword to my back, then set off.
The butcher lasted a full hour, and after that all the lights went out.
The old man would sleep deeply; he always drank a lot after satisfying himself well.
I headed toward the hidden door and waited.
After a while, a beautiful girl came out with short orange hair and a mature body.
She was the woodcutter's daughter.
Even I felt desire toward that ass and those large breasts… I couldn't understand how she endured all that…
even after a full week of rape.
After the old man slept, she would go out to bathe near the well,
crying for hours before returning.
I entered quickly and looked at the simple house.
I went to one of the rooms and found the old man with his thick white hair and muscular body despite his age, completely naked and sleeping deeply on a straw bed.
Torn clothes and empty liquor bottles were scattered everywhere.
I moved silently and carefully, stood beside him, and raised my fifty-centimeter sword.
With a swift motion, I cut his neck.
He didn't even open his eyes… it was quick and silent.
Blood splattered everywhere, covering my face and soaking me completely.
I stared at the scene for a moment.
I thought I would feel disgusted or sick… but I felt nothing.
Tak.
I looked behind me… and there was the surprise.
The woodcutter's daughter had returned, holding an axe.
She looked at me silently despite the night, but the moonlight lit the room.
She dropped the axe, then collapsed and began crying.
I looked at her… she was half-naked, wearing only a cloth wrapped around her body.
"Thank you… thank you… thank you… thank you… thank you…"
I was about to leave when I saw her pick up the axe again.
"Father… your stupid daughter couldn't kill him, and a monster did… will you forgive me when we meet?"
She wanted to kill herself.
I rushed forward and grabbed her before she could do it, throwing the axe away.
We die only once… and suicide is the stupidest thing to do.
"What are you doing?! A filthy monster like you wouldn't understand—get away! Get away!"
Holding her down was easy. I stood over her, staring silently.
"Please… let me die. My father killed himself… I don't belong to anyone in this world anymore…"
Did the woodcutter commit suicide?
Is that why she is this broken?
I looked at her… then at her delicious, tempting body.
"No - it's okay here."
A rough, raspy voice came out of me. I was practicing speaking. This was a shock.
I started to feel energy spreading powerfully through my body, and the goblin's penis was throbbing.
I was stunned and kept looking at him in disbelief. A goblin could talk? This was unbelievable.
My mind started to think of only one thing: I wanted to have sex with him.
With a rough movement, I kissed him. The goblin's mouth was wider than a normal human's, and his teeth were sharp, but I didn't care.
I inserted my tongue and began to explore his mouth, my tongue aggressively attacking his.
He tried to push me away or scream, but it was no use.
The energy continued to spread powerfully through my body.
After a few minutes, I stopped resisting and completely surrendered.
I looked at him and stared at his face.
His eyes were almost lifeless, and he was acting like a ghost. This made me angry at myself.
I stood up and I moved away from him, looking at him closely, wondering what he was doing.
"I am a monster, but I am more humane than some people."
I left him with these words, and he returned to the cave.