“On the very first day of the Assimilation, many creatures left the portals that opened up, amongst their many dwellers were the goblins.

Weakened, starved, foolish goblins.

The day one, and only the day one, goblins lacked the group intellect of their current kin. All defects.

Nowadays, they are known for their rapid reproductive abilities, and their potential similar to man for all paths of powers.

They share many weaknesses with us humans, vital points and organs similarly placed, despite their adult height ranging from 1m20 to 1m50.

Under certain conditions they can access a berserker mode. Their sadism is renowned throughout worlds but still insignificant compared to mankind’s worst side. –

Philippe scholar of the 3rd tower.”

Bestiary for elementary students and 0-circle apprentices ed. 431

Day 1:

I hate those kids so much, always shouting, screaming, they can’t speak normally.

Then, I heard a woman’s scream, and screams became shrills, okay enough is enough.

I looked outside my window, and there it was to my left, the kids and goblins?

Goblins!

Okay, I must be either having the best dream of my life, or I have finally into madness.

"Status ?"

Health 100/100 Mana Points 0/0 Strength 8 Intelligence 18 Endurance 8 Control 13 Speed 8 Perception 9 Dexterity 6 Mentality 25 Luck 1 Recovery 1

*Smack

I heard my door collide with the wall, quickly followed by my father’s voice.

“Bob, are you seeing this, brown goblins? ... and from this question of my father I knew it was the first option.

I followed him to the living room where everyone had gathered, my mother and grandmother shaking in their boots.

My whole family looked up to me, I was the one who read fantasy books, novels, web novels, I was the expert in the subject, in theory.

The portal had opened right in the middle of the housing complex, right in the garden surrounded by the four buildings.

Brown goblins leaving the portal in groups of 5.

In theory, those little brown impish creatures are a nightmare to deal with, according to what I know from fiction, they are not as fast as an adult but much more nimble and as a strong as a teenager, but the worst part, their bloodlust, something the average 21st century citizen lacked.

DAMN IT, they were rushing into the buildings, I could count 15 goblins rushing to each 3-floor high building.

Living in one of the apartments on the highest floor proved to be a blessing as a fortress but also as it gave us more time to prepare, to be honest more time for me to prepare, but we couldn’t escape easily, my limbs moved before I could think of a plan, speeding towards the kitchen.

I took a knife, as long and thick as my forearm, and on my way putting a wooden broom under my armpit, rushing out of the house towards the stairs that to our floor.

I told my father to guard the door, he evidently was against me running towards such a huge danger, I looked at him and uttered a few measly words.

“Goblins and women, you can guess the rest.” Goblins’ infamy filling the blanks for me.

“Close the door, and only open if I show my face and knock 3 times.” I ordered as I stepped out of the door, finding myself in the all too familiar hall, finding all the other doors closed.

To my right there was a small corridor that could fit no more than 3 adults that led to the stairs, where I would be waiting for my doom, probably.

First came the sound.

I could hear them, amidst the screams of terror and shrieks leaving those useless souls that were being torn apart by the savagery of those monsters.

Their laughter, or what I could only suppose be laughter of pure sadism.

Then came the smell.

The smell of blood assaulting my nose, already familiar from the rare traditions where we used to sacrifice lambs.

My heart beating faster and faster, like the machine it was.

All of those sensations entered my brain, before everything came to a stop as the sight of those goblins charged towards my brain.

Pure silence.

No more bloody smell assaulting my nose, no more heart beating faster, no more distractions.

Only one idea in my mind led by its 5 recipients rushing from the stairs, almost fighting amongst themselves, scrambling to be the first one ahead.

Kill them.

KILL or be killed.

KILL or suffer worse.

They were climbing the last few steps leading towards me, I took ahold of my broom, both hands firm on it using it like a spear, whilst holding both the knife with my left hand and the broom.

Five targets, the stairs could only fit 2 side by side.

Their height ranging from 1m to 1.30m, their skin a repugnant brown, sticking close to their bones with barely any muscles on them, a nose similar to a witch filled with pus, and eyes...

Eyes.

Eyes of a deep blue, blue as a clear sky.

A color more than a simple light wave, more than a pigment.

A peaceful and relaxing color.

Such a color sullied by the very sadism,

The very corruption that tainted the souls of those parasites, glowing of a red in the very center of their pupils barely noticeable.

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But it was still there, corrupting this magnificent and simple blue.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for what would come next.

Such thoughts were meaningless in front of death, death, I could feel it I was not dreaming.

At the helm of the group (or spear head) an overly enthusiastic goblin discarding his group and rushing at me, with a grin from ear to ear.

I couldn’t help but reciprocate with a smile showcasing all my beautiful slightly yellow teeth.

The nearest duo was already 5 stairs below.

The one charging at the front jumped at me, covering an inhuman distance with his small body.

Yeah, strength of a teenager, more like an athlete teenager.

He was already upon me.

Too close for a thrust.

I swung left to right, with all my strength, swatting him away, the tip of the broom cracking , but not before pushing off the goblin towards the railing and to a fall that would hopefully kill him, his dagger falling right behind me.

Thus, leaving the broom with a piece the size of my forearm barely hanging at its head.

I could not afford to check if he was dead, nor think about the stupidity of the action, for while he had recklessly jumped on me, he had covered his comrades.

Only 2 steps separated the upfront duo from myself, I switched my knife to my right hand, and the broom to my left hand, that was more of a club or a stick.

I took a step back, retreating into the corridor, and pushing back the dagger with leg.

Letting the first group join the corridor, their little size impending me from taking advantage of the high ground.

And for a splint second, they needed to cross the final stairs, I made my decision.

I feinted a kick towards the left goblin, he dodged as expected, his partner already going for my leg with his dagger, putting himself between myself and his duo

I quickly retracted my leg but failed to do so in time before having a small wound carved by the creature, blood splashing on the left wall of the corridor.

Wincing at the pain but seizing this opportunity where I only had one goblin in front of me, I stabbed once, having to forsake my knife due to the tenacity of the creature it held on my hand and tried to stab.

Before I could even process what was happening, I was already putting all my strength and my weight on my knife which slid downward and fell off my hand, while guts and blood spilled out of the bleeding that was now on the ground, having showered my pants and shirt in blood.

He had managed to wound me, a wound I only noticed after the fight, leaving me with a small line that ran across my lower abs

I did not get the opportunity to take the knife or the dagger from the ground before a duo comprised of the previous left side goblin and one of the 2 remaining goblins by his side rushing, each jumping on the body of their dying kin, not even tripping on the guts.

I used the little time they had in the air, raising my broom with all the strength my two-handed stance could provide me, in an upwards strike between the legs of the left side goblin,

I could feel a crack, not the crack of what was already left of my broom splitting in half, but of his putrid genitals, forever being lost.

He simply fell on the ground holding his crouch, with not a sound leaving his rotten mouth.

The other goblin had managed to leave my right forearm with a deep slash, I used my right hand to give his dagger a back handed slap, but his grip remained strong, but it was enough for my right hand to be only a few centimeters from his eyes.

I poked his repugnant left eye, leaving my right hand covered in blood and some brain matter.

He shrieked, for the first time not of pure sadism but due to unbearable pain.

He let go of the dagger, which I quickly caught with my left hand before it touched the ground.

My remaining fingers plunging in the right eye, so deep I could feel my fingers meeting inside his skull.

Held the still flaying goblin.

And with strength far beyond my expectations, brought the goblin right in front of me to shield myself from the now, impotent goblin, but also the final goblin who was perfectly fine, both respectively rushing from my left and right while my right arm was gushing out blood, the state of my left leg unknown.

I kicked the body of the goblin letting him go with my right hand, disrupting the left goblin and providing myself with a few precious seconds, with even more brain matter covering my hand but also some splattering on my face.

I could taste the blood, feel the jelly like brain matter, disgusting yet no gag reflex or will to puke, just pure bloodlust.

Now, facing off the perfectly fine goblin one on one,

I used the blood that was still on my right from poking one of his kin’s eyes, to blind him, and quickly stabbed him twice, going for the chest then inserting my dagger for the bottom of his jaw, I quickly took it out, not letting him grab my blade once.

And faced my last opponent the now glowing red goblin, robed of his manhood.

Berserker mode?

They are already as strong as ADULTS!

Shit.

Shit!

SHIT!!!

I used the same tactic as before and threw the body towards him.

He had no option but to dodge to my right, but I was already there with my dagger, and with one last slash I cut open his throat and stabbed him once more in the chest letting the dagger in and quickly stepping back.

He was against all odds still alive and rushed towards me dagger held at his waist with both hands ready to stab me.

While I tried kicking him, he simply took it and continued on his charge, instead of backing up more, I simply rushed at him, and threw a punch towards his throat which I hoped would reach its target before getting myself impaled, hoping that this punch would just stagger him or simply push him back a little bit, just enough for me to finish him.

I could feel the pointy end of the dagger piercing my skin, but I did not flinch even as the tip of the blade plunged into my stomach.

He took a minor step back as my punch connected to his throat.

Both my thumbs were already going for his eyes, blinding him.

I did not wait for the scream of pain, and with all the speed I could muster took ahold of his pointy brown ears, and ripped them of his head, showering the corridor in blood.

I could already feel the weight of this fight taking a toll on my body, but my remained steady.

I struck his head with a palm strike hoping for him to fall back while I stepped back.

I heard the dagger falling to the ground, the goblin began mumbling something, while blood spilled from his mouth, he stood there with the red color slowing fading away, and then he fell.

I did it, I had survived, I killed them all.

As thoughts ran in my head, the thrill of ending their lives, the fear in the berserker eyes as they were dimming, I could have done better, made better choices, but still I enjoyed through and through,

My bloodied right hand skin met my face skin, I could feel, a smile? I had not stopped smiling throughout the whole fight, I could feel the pain in my facial muscles, but again THE THRILL!

I loved it.

From their fear to their death.

I came back to my house after having knocked thrice and told to pile as many heavy furniture in front of the door as they could.

I did not wait for an answer.

Simply went to my room, closed the door behind me, and began pacing around the room.

I simply walked around in my small room, barely any space to take a few steps around.

I opened up the status screen, the skill screen, and came to the first conclusions, stat points from skill level, stats raised by combat, maybe by training?

Health 53/100 Mana Points 0/0 Strength 8 ==>10 Intelligence 18 Endurance 8 ==>9 Control 13 Speed 8 Perception 9 Dexterity 6 ==> 9 Mentality 25 ==> 26 Luck 1 Recovery 1 Stat Points 22

Dagger Mastery 1 Combat Mastery 2 Blade Mastery 1 Staff Mastery 1 Blunt Mastery 1 Cold-Blooded 5

The existence of mana points, and my health points that were slowly but surely rising.

I spent the next few minutes in my head, daydreaming, imagining all the possibilities that were now opened to me, brooding about the portals opening, why couldn’t they have opened way sooner or way later, why now?

Why here?

The door opened slowly, my sister, disturbing my thoughts.

It was for the better, those new possibilities made previous ‘vile’ thoughts more real.

I called everyone in my room.

Began explaining, this whole system, what it meant, what it led to, what it would probably lead to and so on,

They interrupted me once, before I simply coerced them into not repeating this mistake due to my ability to withdraw knowledge.

I finished my explanations, asked for any pertaining questions, dismissed the stupid ones, and so they left my room not before my father checked my wounds.

No major artery or organ was touched.

I forced myself to shower, astonishingly the water still running, so we simply cleaned it with alcohol, bandaged it, and he soon left my room.

I picked up my phone, called a few friends, no more than 5, explained the system and what to do.

And before I knew it I was sleeping soundly.

I dreamed that night, for a long while I did not dream, years.

But I started dreaming back a few months ago.

This dream was not unexpected, not a dream, more like a question :

“What consequences will Power bring ?”

No more uncertainty, possibilities, or questions for a far future.

I was already enjoying slaughter, and with magic it would probably evolve into genocide or worse.

It was not consequences; it was something more obvious.

“Who am I? Who am I really?”

“I guess in time power will tell us”

End of day 1 log.