I don’t know if normal groups go through what I did when entering the boss room. Heck, I don’t even know if the system is not somehow influencing this whole thing for me. What I do know is that when I pushed on the door for the boss room, a dramatic, haunting melody began to play in my ears. The music swelled with deep, resonant drums and an eerie string section, creating a sense of foreboding that prickled along my skin. The tones seemed to echo through the air, each note heightening the tension and anticipation of the battle ahead. The music was a purely instrumental piece that brought forth a feeling of tenseness and trepidation.
As those feelings built inside of though, I could not help but to become more and more excited. Thinking about all the MMORPG's that I played on Earth and challenging my first boss. I can guarantee you that I always tried dungeons and bosses solo when I first played through. In those games though I was lucky enough to have infinite lives, and I was not really wanting to test that in this world.
When the door finally opened, I walked into the center of a tree. It looked like the entire tree was hollowed out to make space for this fight. Though, I did see a set of stairs that I would be going up the moment I finished this fight.
Standing in the center of the room was what I could only describe as a giant goblin. The air around him seemed to pulse with an oppressive energy, and the dim light filtering through the tree's hollowed walls cast flickering shadows across his imposing figure. The floor beneath him bore deep scars and cracks, as though his mere presence had left its mark.
The faint smell of earth and decay lingered, mingling with the tension in the room, creating an almost suffocating atmosphere. The thing was easily 8 feet tall and built of solid corded muscle. Its face was much better looking than the average goblin. A strong chin and while it had a longer nose that was more pointed than most humanoid races, it looked normal on the creature. Its skin was slightly grey looking, and it had long silky smooth black hair that was tied up behind its extremely elongated and pointed ears.
If someone had asked me to describe it in as few words as possible, I would have said a slightly tall elf with greenish-grey skin, black hair, and longer ears than normal. That was not the only thing of interest. It was also wearing leather pants that looked to be extremely well made and was carrying an absolutely massive two handed sword.
The creature carried the sword on his back with the blade point down and only a few inches off the ground while the handle stuck up over its right shoulder by almost three feet. The blade was as wide as I was and as thick as my arm except for the edge that looked to be razor sharp. If I had to guess the blade probably weighed closed to 400 pounds with how much metal that thing was made from.
Grull the Kingdom Destroyer – Goblin Emperor (L) – Level 52
Grull’s life began in chains, a mere goblin subjected to the unspeakable cruelty of a Master who reveled in pain and power. Each day brought fresh torment, each lash and strike meant to break him. Yet, what the Master saw as punishment became the forge of Grull's transformation. The relentless cycle of brutality and healing ignited something deep within—a dark, ancient potential buried in the goblin race.
Through suffering, Grull evolved into something more than his tormentors could ever fathom: a Goblin Emperor, a being so rare it is said to arise only once every twenty generations. Goblin Emperors are the stuff of nightmares, capable of reshaping the world through raw power and unyielding will. Entire armies are required to face them, and even those are often found lacking.
Grull earned the moniker "Kingdom Destroyer" when he unleashed his fury upon his Master's realm. The kingdom, once mighty and proud, was reduced to ash and ruin, its name forever erased from history. When the dust settled, Grull disappeared into The Dungeon. There, he waits, unyielding and eternal, meting out vengeance upon any who resemble his long-dead Master.
Quickly checking to make sure that my Identify had not leveled up, it hadn’t, I was stunned by the amount of information I was given. I also really hoped that, that, was all flavor text and not true, because I did not know if I was ready to take on a creature that had destroyed an entire kingdom.
“Another one has come, and another will fall. I not allow the cruelty of humans to linger in this realm for any longer. Even though you young compared to some who come before, you story will end here. Prepare youself as best you can child, so that you die knowing there was nothing you could do except wish to be born again as better race that is less despicable.” Grull said in a surprisingly deep yet still somewhat sharp voice.
The fact that they creature was talking surprised me to no end and made me wonder if I could actually speak to it. Before I tried to talk to it, I did make sure to use Arcane Armor. I also prepared myself to cast Arcane Step at a moment’s notice. I was not going to take any chances with something that was not only twenty levels higher but also a legendary. “So, are you an NPC or just a Dungeon Mob, or can you actually think and respond?” I asked.
I guess Grull took that as the signal to go, because he moved so fast that I could not even track him. If not for my being so prepared to use Arcane Step, I might have died right there. I stepped behind the spot Grull just was only to hear an explosion from my previous spot. Grull hit the ground so hard it looked like a meteor had landed instead of a sword.
For the first time since I had unlocked The System, I felt that I was completely outclassed. While Marian and my father were both absolutely strong enough to destroy me, they were not trying to hurt me. While the rogue I had faced before made me worried, it more just broke my sense of invulnerability. This creature was bringing forth a feeling of inadequacy, not being good to beat it. Surprisingly, that pissed me off just a little bit.
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Before I had a chance to follow that line of thought, Grull attacked again. Using his speed to come at me, slashing the sword around as though it weighed closer to one pound than the 400 it looked like.
Left and right I dodged using my shields to parry the blows. One of his swings was higher than the rest and I used that to duck under the blow. Using my shield to push his sword up and away to throw him off balance. This let me reach out and grab his ankle, pulling on it to make him fall.
Grull was like a Kungfu Master, flipping in midair and landing back on his feet. Using the force generated from the flip to bring the massive sword around in an attack meant to split me in half. Putting both of my shields in the way I was launched back, slamming into the wall with enough force that if this wasn’t a Dungeon I would have gone through a brick wall surrounding a city.
Shaking my head I looked back at Grull to see him smirking at me. As though he were just having fun. That spark of being pissed off came back, just a little bit, and had me charging back at Grull. Before I got in range I used Arcane Surge then Arcane Step, stepping up to the ceiling almost 40 feet above.
Grull spun around looking for me as I pushed off the ceiling and plummeted toward him, looking like a super hero with my arms out stretched and my shields leading. I focused intensely, channeling my will into the Arcane Armor as I visualized spikes forming at the tips of my shield. The energy pulsed through me, shaping the armor with a slow, deliberate precision that felt both empowering and draining. As the spikes materialized, glinting faintly with an otherworldly sheen, I couldn't ignore the strain it put on my concentration. Every detail, from their sharp edges to their seamless integration with the shield, was a testament to my growing mastery—and a gamble on the extra damage they might deliver.
I don’t know if Grull heard something as I fell, but he finally looked up and brought his sword around to block. So, I used Arcane Step again to appear right behind him and stab the spike on my shield into his back.
Grull roared in pain stumbling forward before he spun around to try and bisect me with his sword. Luckily, Arcane Armor was enough to stop the attack, as I was in a terrible position to try and block. Arcane Armor broke and I flew away, to once again slam into a wall.
Slowly getting to my feet, I made sure to recast Arcane Armor before looking at Grull. “I see you’re not smiling anymore asshole.” I said while smiling, even though I knew he couldn’t see it. Once again, I started to feel a wave of inadequacy and I realized then that the feeling had been coming from Grull. Grull had been using a skill so subtle that made me feel weaker than I was.
It was very reminiscent of something that my mother could do honestly. It made me realize just how scary that kind of ability could be. Before the feeling was such a juxtaposition from how I was feeling previously is the only reason I was able to catch on this time.
With that new knowledge came a controlled anger, a quiet storm brewing within me. It wasn’t the kind of rage that blinds—it was sharp, focused, and deeply rooted in defiance. The realization that Grull had been manipulating my emotions only fueled my resolve. Every beat of my heart seemed to pound out a rhythm of determination, and I felt a newfound clarity settle over me. This wasn’t just a battle of strength anymore—it was a battle of wills, and I was determined to prove mine was stronger.
I only let myself become just angry enough that I was able to push off the effects over whatever skill I was under, without losing complete control. With the clarity I could see the moment Grull realized his skill was not working on me anymore. His eyes opened a little wider, his jaw loosened just that little bit more.
That’s when I used Arcane Step to appear right behind him and slam the edge of my shield into the back of his head. He stumbled forward so I stepped again in front of him and threw in uppercut into his jaw causing him to flip onto his back where I jumped on him, smashing the edge of my shield into his face over and over.
Right as I thought I was about to finish the fight an explosion of power came from Grull. Knocking me away and onto my own back. I rolled with it though and stood back up quickly facing Grull.
”YYYAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Grull screamed, his voice erupting in deafening waves that seemed to ripple through the air like a tempest. Each soundwave hit me with a force that made me feel like a fragile ship battling a stormy sea, my balance wavering under the invisible assault of his power.
“Grull mad, now you die!” He yelled before just disappearing. Only to appear right in front of me punching me back into the wall with almost the same force from when he had used his sword.
As I slammed into the wall, I noticed that he had left the sword where it had dropped, planning on just beating me to death with his two hands. Before I could react after slamming into the wall, Grull was there punching so fast and so quick that I just could not keep up. However, he wasn’t breaking through Arcane Armor either.
Without his sword his blows were lacking the power needed, and with Arcane Surge constantly doing damage, my shield was regenerating almost as fast as he was damaging me. With the force of his blows keeping me pinned to the walls, I threw my shields in my inventory and created spikes in the end of my knuckles.
What followed was a raw, unrelenting exchange that felt more like a primal brawl than a calculated fight. Each of us swung with wild desperation, aiming to outlast the other in sheer stamina and force. Fists collided with bone and flesh, or Arcane Armor, each impact reverberating through the room like a drumbeat of chaos. When exhaustion took over and we could no longer trade rapid blows, we fell into a rhythm, alternating strikes in a grim, unspoken agreement to push through until one of us collapsed.
With one last swing, Grull staggered forward, the sheer weight of his arm crashing down onto my shoulder like a falling boulder. The impact sent a shockwave through my body, nearly driving me to my knees. As he collapsed, the sound of his body hitting the ground reverberated through the hollow chamber, a dull, final echo that marked the end of our brutal exchange. My chest heaved, my limbs screamed in protest, and the coppery tang of blood filled the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and dirt. Yet, even in defeat, Grull's gaze burned with defiance, his eyes locking onto mine until the last flicker of life faded from them. I stood there staring at him, bleeding from hundreds of small wounds all over his body from the blows I had inflicted.
His eyes never left mine, burning with a hatred forged from a lifetime of torment and struggle. It was the kind of loathing that told a story far older than this battle. As the spark of life flickered and began to fade, I gave him a solemn nod, trying to convey the respect I felt for his relentless spirit and the life he had endured. With a final, ragged gasp, his eyes dulled, though the anger within them lingered, etched into his expression even in death.
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