Chapter 10: 10. Goblin Hunting (3)

Seeing Kieffer's rage further motivated me of accomplishing this fucking quest. Yes, quest. Despite my claim of stepping down the denial stage, I am still pretty much seeing this world through the lenses of a game. You can't blame me, it is convenient!

I gave Kieffer a vitality potion. It closed the wound in his abdomen quite fast. Well, it is just a graze, so that's a given. The tetanus is also not a problem, vitality potions are quite miraculous. Only second to elixirs of life.

I know the dangers of using untested magic, especially modded skills. But I have deliberated enough.

"Die, ye weaklings." I used Death Stare, a skill under Wagic. It's a convenient spell that kills anything 75 levels below me. Every goblin that meets my eyesight was instantly killed by the magic. Under the game mechanics, the player must click on the target monster and then activate the skill. But now, with the slightest motion, I can now kill every weakling in our path.

It is OP as fuck, but meh... ultimately convenient.

Despite the overwhelming difference, stragglers of level 25 and above still dare resist me. The deeper we go, the stronger the stragglers become. Still, they are helpless in the face of my relentless arcane bolts.

To vent some of my stress, I went as further as getting to close-quarters combat using martial magic. I may be lacking in terms of stats in melee, but the immense level difference solves the problem without issue. But I must say, martial magic is wacky in its own right, it is like doing wushu.

"WA- TA!" I used my palm enveloped with arcane forces to hit a goblin's temple, and BAM! The shockwaves alone are killing double. I must study the mechanics of 'Martial Magic' at a later time.

"Hu— man, die..." An incomprehensible yell, but still understandable through my intelligence attribute. With strong momentum, it came with the savage force of a hunkering hobgoblin about three meters tall.

"Yeah, yeah... As if. Fuck off!"

It is a hobgoblin general with his entourage, a variant that has distinguished itself through battles.

I released relentless arcane bolts until all of his grunts died without mercy. Their flesh was gouged, punctured, and scattered.

That left me with half of my mana resource according to my estimates, something I am practicing for a long while, and will continue on doing so... Even without a user interface, I am now capable of managing my MP and HP.

"Hu— man, strong. But I am stronger!" The hobgoblin general regenerated his flesh like a troll suggesting its unique bloodline.

"Your father must be a troll, I will be having the most fun in this." A frown made its way to my forehead. All trolls are born male. The way they repopulate themselves is through cloning or interracial copulation. The problem is— All goblins are also born male.

The game, Magic and Monstrosity, has truly interesting lore. In this world, it is said that monsters were the first source of magic whereas humankind represents the lack thereof. This is why you won't see a single monster that doesn't possess any mystical elements. Even to this day, it remains a mystery why all goblins and trolls are born male.

"ROOOAAAAR!"

Its contracting muscles are quite a sight. In a single step, the hobgoblin closed the distance a meter apart from me. I saw it coming though. I prepare my magic, aiming to immobilize my foe, I thought of the most efficient solution without a doubt.

The existence of the unique hobgoblin suggests a high-tier mage among the goblin community. It would be to my advantage to conserve my magic resource as much as possible. It looks like the final boss of this cave is something smart enough to experiment on bloodlines and give birth to something like this, a hobgoblin with regenerative powers.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

A series of blue energy streaked across the dim cave, creating a light show that made the torches look bland to the eyes. Using an Arcane Bolt to incapacitate the hobgoblin is easy, and beating the hell out of it is easier. I just have to pour it out little by little, as minuscule as possible, until the enemy becomes virtually defeated.

My Arcane Bolt continued to hit the hobgoblin's tendons that connect its limbs, actively suppressing the thing on the ground.

I sat atop its abdomen constantly delivering Arcane Bolts to its head. While I am at it, I used my fist to crack the thing's skull without mercy. Based on the level 100 standards, the damage I am inflicting is one-sided enough to boost my confidence for a frail mage like me.

I am OP.

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I killed the hobgoblin general with an arcane bolt to its head. Looks like its regeneration is inferior to a troll since it can't even regenerate its head.

After killing the hobgoblin general, a goblin assassin sneaked from my rear successfully plunging his rusty dagger into my chest. Thanks to a pump of adrenaline, I am able to drink a vitality potion after sending the goblin assassin to oblivion with an arcane pillar.

I know that an Arcane Pillar is too much for a send-off to a weakling like that, but I am pissed.

The weak-ass goblin woke me up to reality, from the dangers of this cave. To think that something in the lower 20s can inflict some damage... death ain't that far as long as damage is possible.

Kieffer and I made camp 50 meters backward from where I decimated the hobgoblin general.

My magic resource is about 25% below. Eating and resting regenerate it fast enough to continue our journey after 2 hours of casual idling. It is true that I am conserving my MP, but time is gold too above else. I should find a perfect balance between effectiveness and efficiency.

Fighting the troll-like hobgoblin variant proved the reality of human logic. This at least supports the idea whatever I am experiencing is not a delusion.

But that is no longer a problem. I have long moved from that dilemma. The problem is my sense of 'strength' is too obscure. A hobgoblin general is in the level 70s. But with the troll-like regeneration, it must be 5 levels or higher.

For a level 100, suppressing them as I did is impossible. A level 75 monster won't die that fast from a single-minded array of arcane bolts and some punching. But my recent fight tells me otherwise.

First, levels don't function in this world. But there is some sort of level suppression from the difference of life levels as described in the monsterpedia. They are mostly intimidation factors, I guess. After all, a level 1 can still kill a level 100 in this world with a knife— something that I painfully learned from a goblin assassin.

Second, HP or hit points don't function in this world. It worked the same way how medical personnel sees health. I should just see HP as how vitality is perceived.

Lastly, MP or magic points, or magic resource as this world knows it, can be consciously gathered. This, I discovered while punishing the hobgoblin general a while ago. Compared to the game I used to know, I have so much more freedom now. What only limits me is my imagination.

Kieffer watched me pathetically going on my killing spree. It is understandable. The poor li'l guy must possess a great unresolvable grudge towards these critters.

While it's concerning that Kieffer isn't showing any concern for the violence I have displayed, it made me ponder.

"Maybe I am not so bad at all," I whispered under my breath reminded of Kieffer's bloody sight.

Weirder in fact is that Kieffer even thanked me as he requests that I should brutalize the goblins more. Weird kid, but not so bad, I think I can get along with this kid. Most often, when my acquaintances see my violent side, they tend to either distance themselves or outright leave me.

My swearing tendencies alone made my circle of friends smaller given my hooligan behavior despite my nerdy looks.

And now, an estranged youth is showing me heartfelt appreciation— but meh... I don't give a damn.

"If you have time to thank me, you should be mourning for those you lost instead. Maybe, that will remind you the next time someone invites you to goblin caves— that you should reject them." Harsh words came from me, which struck the young Kieffer hostile. But the youth suppressed his inner turmoil.

"I know." Kieffer softly whispered, then we moved on.

The slaughter continued. This time, with more caution, afraid that the goblin assassin incident may repeat itself.

My anti-stealth skills are not weak, at least mediocre, but the goblin assassin still happened. I must treat my life with great importance.

I continued my slaughter as we go further into the darkness.

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