"Arghhh," a painful scream came from the Goblin King as drops of liquid from the potion fell upon his body. The sensation was like tiny bugs piercing into his flesh, running through his blood and muscles.

"Sly woman, what did you do to me?" exclaiming he took a few steps back. The thought of robbing the woman had fled from his heart, replaced by a tiny fear overshadowed by a huge survival instinct.

"I will remember this," hissed the Goblin King as he jumped to the side and ran away. While fleeing, he struck the ground once more with his club, sending a tremor through the earth that caused the elderly woman to lose her balance and fall again.

The elderly woman stayed silent, her eyes showing no expression, as if she had seen a terrifying ghost.

"My everything disappearing in a second, how can fate be this cruel to me?" she finally muttered after a long silence.

"Sinful goblin, I won't forgive you for what you did. For destroying my future, I will destroy your whole life," she declared with weak and shaky movements. Slowly, she stood up and began to walk back in the direction she came from, towards the house of the witch.

Huff! Huff!

The Goblin King was running through the forest with heavy steps. His giant, overgrown body shook unnaturally, as if parts of it were not properly attached. With every step, a breath of exhaustion escaped from him, and he gradually slowed down.

"This is slowing me down," the Goblin King grumbled as he dropped the heavy club he held over his shoulder to the ground, but his running speed did not improve.

"That wretched woman, what the hell did she do to me? If that pig bastard or dog bastard gets to know about this state I'm in, they'll rip me to shreds easily. I have to get to my den before anyone sees me like thi—ugh..."

Thud!

The giant body of the Goblin King fell to the ground at the end of his words, great exhaustion and tiredness overwhelming him. Slowly, he lost his vision and consciousness.

A wind blew past the forest, shaking trees and dragging falling leaves along with it. The sound of birds rang through the forest, making the lonely place feel less lonely.

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A brown leaf, carried by the wind, fell upon the figure lying on the ground.

A few minutes after losing consciousness, the king reopened his eyes.

"Urgh, did I lose my consciousness? I, the mighty king of goblins. Shit, what a sour day. This could only be sweetened up by hugging my precious treasures."

Shurhs!

Suddenly, from a nearby bush, the Goblin King heard a sound.

Looking in the direction where the sound emitted from, the Goblin King saw two tiny eyes peering at him through the bush.

Shrush!

The tiny eyes advanced through the bush, and a figure stepped out. Recognizing the figure, the Goblin King instantly felt a pang of irritation.

"Huh, a youngling. What the hell is he doing here at a time like this? And how dare he look at me directly without even kneeling?"

The figure in front of the king was tiny, with gray-colored skin, and wore only a cloth to cover the lower part of its body. It had sharp eyes, sharp teeth, wide eyes, along with a creepy smile, and emitted an unpleasant smell.

"Youngling, don't you know how to respect your king, huh?" The Goblin King stood up easily, feeling a surge of energy he had never felt before. But what caught his attention more than that at the moment was his changed voice.

It was a soft and pleasant voice to hear, not the demanding and rough voice he had before. And the King felt a strange sensation all over his body, akin to losing a great weight.

"Hmm, what's up with my body?" The King looked down to examine his body, but in one glance, he suddenly became shocked.

"Wh... What kind of sorcery is this? Why do I look like a puny human?"

The giant hand of the king was no longer in his vision; instead, it was replaced by a fairly colored thin hand. And the mass of a giant stomach on his body, which he so much liked to stash and lay treasure upon, was no more, replaced by a straight line of muscle.

Graaaa!

The little goblin in front of the king growled, eyeing the king with suspicion.

"Ah, seems I'm not the only one seeing me like this," muttered the king, noticing the fierce look on the face of the goblin.

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With her weak but steady steps, the elderly woman returned to the house of the witch. It looked just as it did before, with the pleasant and mysterious surroundings.

The old woman walked up to the door and tried to knock using the door handle. But her weary body didn't have enough energy for her to do that, and she fell forward, accidentally opening the door with her body, and then tumbling to the floor of the room.

Upon the comfortable sofa in the house, the witch cat lifted its head from its sleep and gazed at the old woman at her doorstep.

It jumped down from the sofa and walked up to the woman. As it approached her, sound of its steps began to grow heavy.

The old woman's eyes slightly opened, allowing her to see the feet of the cat slowly changing into a more human-like form.

"Tch! Tch! What an unfortunate woman."

The old woman heard the words of the witch cat, but its voice slowly changed into a mature woman's voice at the end of its words.