Chapter 85 – The First Enemy of all adventures

Didn’t know what I was even doing anymore. All I could tell that I was raging. I was blowing my fuse on this green skinned bastard that attacked me out of nowhere. My body hurts like hell. My foot was swelling. My entire being was screaming in pain.

Yet here I am, with my arm crooked, punching my shaking fist towards this bastard's face. This Goblin motherfucker just attacked me for no reason. I hated this bastard now. I didn’t threaten this bastard. I didn’t do anything that might have provoked this bastard but here he was attacking me madly. What a bastard! I thought that this battered bastard might have gone mad. But looking at its desperate beady eyes and its drooling mouth, I understood that this bastard wants to fucking eat me. I noticed that it was like a skeleton. It probably fell down that chasm like we did and was starving. Ah, you poor bastard. Are you really that desperate as we are?

I would like to offer you food but I do not want to die. And here you are trying to claw my throat. That act was a mistake of yours. That’s why I could easily dodge and punch you in your beady fucking eye. You have a very tough skull. I think I broke my middle finger. My shoulder is screaming but you are standing before me and trying to eat me!

I did not fucking endure that deathly march just so that you can feast on me and Silo! That’s why when the bastard the bastard punched me in the gut. I clenched my teeth madly. I grab the knife ears of the bastard and I made use of my forehead to headbutt the bastard!

The bastardly goblin shouted. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” as it then kicked me right in the gut. My rib was broken. So that attack made me vomit blood. I felt like fainting but I stomped my right foot forcefully. It hurts like hell. I want to die.

But I refuse. I refuse to die after coming out of that chasm. That’s why I crooked my left arm and elbowed the goblin in the face. The tough bastard replied with a haymaker which I had to block with my right arm. My arm was already broken but despite that, I had to do it. The Goblin’s attack made my right arm go totally numb. But this numbness was great. Since I could not feel a thing with my right arm anymore, I lifted it despite it shaking badly. I punched it in the Goblin’s face and I could feel something break.

The Goblin did not care either. He uses his right arm and punched me straight in the nose. I stumbled back. My vision went red and I could see red veins cover my whole sight. It made my ears ring. The Goblin tried to scratch my neck again but it won’t work. Because that alone was enough to kill me so the floating words gave me a way to dodge by lowering my posture.

I had the angle so I clenched my left fist and did a left hook at the goblin’s jaw. The goblin rattled when I hit his jaw but it spat on my face. I smelled its sticky saliva and when I cleared it out of my face. I saw the goblin’s fist hitting my broken rib. I tilted to the right in pain. I rolled away and then use the grass that was beneath me to blind the goblin.

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The goblin got distracted. I then slap the Goblin’s knife ears with my left arm. I then followed it with a kick to the groin which made the goblin stumble backward. It made a miserable shriek at it tries to do the same thing to me. But I was able to sidestep aside. But my right foot was hurting so I tripped. The goblin tried pouncing at me but I was able to raise my knee and hit the goblin. I mounted the goblin.

The goblin tried to struggle. I didn’t let it as I pulled the glass of lemon that was nearly gone and smashed it at the head of the goblin. The goblin screamed in pain as the lemon seeps into its eyes. I grab hold of the goblin’s neck with left arm while I grab the broken shard of the glass with my numbed right arm. Using the shard of the flask, I stab the goblin in the chest.

I stab and stab. Then, I slit open the bastard’s chest slowly. The Goblin clawed my chest badly. I didn’t let go of his neck and kept on slitting the bastard’s chest madly. I don’t know what face I was making but I was sure that I probably looked like I have gone crazy.

I mean what the hell was this? Here I am fighting to the death a fucking goblin as if the goblin was a grand villain of some evil plot. Those heroes from the other books would find this scene pathetic, that I was struggling this hard to take down one goblin that was at death’s doorstep.

I could only kill a few in a normal gunfight and avoid death because of my ability. I couldn’t take down a giant warship like Archie. I couldn’t fight elegantly like Shig in the desert. And I could only run when faced with that drone headed abomination.

And this was all I can do without any gun. Fight some starving goblin as if it was an epic match. I think it was pathetic but yet at the same time as I drove the shard of glass at the Goblin’s heart. I slump my body back and oddly smiled. When I first arrive in this foreign world, I faced with riders that caught me with a net.

And now that I killed a goblin in cold blood, I felt a strange feeling that made me think if I have gone jaded living in this world. I was strangely happy. But maybe...it was the prospect of killing a familiar enemy that all adventures start with made me this joyful.

I didn’t win gracefully. I won against this starving- near to death goblin by cutting its chest. At the same time, I got fucked up even more. Other than the ability o avoid near-death situations. I am now even more injured than I should be. I feel like death...but even so...doesn’t all adventurers starts with killing a goblin?

If so then I guess was waytoo late to do that. But at least I did it now. Ah...somehow I think I can sleep for now. I am tired...yet satisfied...