We walked, our hands bound by a magical rope, under the watchful eyes of goblin guards. The path led us to a large wooden house. Along the way, goblins of all sizes, from the small to the large, women, and even children, gathered to watch us as we passed. The goblin community seemed to be quite intrigued by our arrival.
The buildings in this goblin settlement were far from the level of civilization found in our city. It resembled more of a ramshackle town or village. It was perplexing to consider how this seemingly small and rudimentary place could accommodate the hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of goblins that populated it. The sheer number of goblins in such a modest setting was indeed a mystery while there are a lot of attackers before.
A goblin who appeared to be a leader emerged from the house, accompanied by a group of smarter-looking goblins who also appeared to hold leadership positions. It seemed that they were the ones in charge of this goblin settlement and were likely the one who will interrogate us.
The goblin leader addressed us with anger , saying, "Are you the ones responsible for our suffering?" he continued, "You attacked our city, took our belongings, and left us with nothing!"
The goblin leader's voice trembled with genuine suffering as he continued to speak, "We have endured hardship beyond measure, our meager existence reduced to near-nothingness. Our homes pillaged, our resources plundered, and our loved ones left in despair. We have suffered, oh how we have suffered." His words conveyed the profound anguish and despair that had befallen his people.
Confusion welled up within me as I struggled to understand the goblin leader's accusations. I had only arrived in this place about five days ago, and I couldn't fathom how I could be held responsible for the suffering they described. Had I unwittingly played a role in these events, or was there some misunderstanding at play?
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"Um... Mister," I stammered, trying to convey my innocence, "I haven't done anything at all. I just arrived here five days ago, so you might have mistaken me for someone else. Besides, it seems like your group attacked us, so if anyone should be angry, it should be us."
As some of the goblins, including a few leaders, began to show anger towards me, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. I wondered what I might have unintentionally triggered in this community.
While the goblin leader attempted to calm down his compatriots, my attention was drawn to a child in the distance. The child appeared to be suffering from malnutrition, a poignant reminder of the hardships faced by this goblin community.
As I looked around the rundown village, it became apparent that the goblins' situation was dire. The huts were in poor condition, and the wooden walls showed signs of decay. I noticed a food storage area, but it appeared to be mostly empty, which was a stark contrast to a bustling gold storage area. The village seemed to have an abundance of gold but a severe shortage of food, highlighting the stark imbalance in their resources.
Then I remembered that there is a system function in Clash Realms for attacking goblin cities. In the tutorial, goblins will attack you, and it will teach you to build a cannon. After successfully defending yourself, you will begin to attack the goblin towns. The goblin campaign is another function of the game it always have bustling in resources so I always like to attack here.
Wait dont tell me....because of realitization the goblin city so as the goblins became smarter and became more reality. They are also angry with me because I attacked their city in the past. However, at that time, it was just a game I was playing. But now, it's become a reality, and everything is real."
Their anger stems from my actions, and I can't help but grapple with a heavy conscience, haunted by the fact that I attacked their city not just once but many times, in what I believed was merely a game. Yet now, as I confront the harsh reality, every emotion is magnified, and the weight of my conscience is even more palpable.