My name instilled fear in the realm of the underworld. I had massacred many, tortured many - just seeing my scythe would put even the most violent criminals on edge. Once, they had called me the "Reaper of Shadows," and I showed no mercy, nor pity to my victims; they were mere insects I could crush with my fingertips.

The world is filled with inequality; no matter how you look at it, there will never be a time when everyone is equal. There are the strong and their are weak, the filthy rich and those who are mere filthy. Kindred people often find themselves in the extreme pits of both filth and weakness. So, I chose to be the opposite; I had the strength to choose, unlike those small little bitch. I would bet my soul that if those weaklings were given the chance to have power, that power would corrupt them until they turned twistedly evil, like me. I have never seen anyone who didn't. It's just the nature of humanity. Everyone is evil from within, even the hero Albert.

"AGGHHH!! FUUUCKK!" I had never imagined myself screaming like this, being tortured by a lowly beast. The torture lasted a day or so; I don't know. But every second was excruciatingly painful, feeling like a year.

I don't know what happened, but I couldn't dive into Gehenna. My magic was also rendered useless. Was I bound with anti-magic metal? Even if I was, it didn't explain why I couldn't go to Gehenna unless someone on higher power prohibits me to.

"Goblin, I'm done torturing him. Do what you want, but don't kill him," the lowly beast said. I refused to say anything to her. She kept asking me where I knew about Gehenna or how many times I had used it, but I just shut my mouth until she went away.

You, what the heck are you looking at? Do you want to die? You want a piece of me too? Fuck you, never gonna let that happen. Once this goblin lets his guard down, I'll butcher him and offer him to my god.

"I need some privacy, can you please leave the cave for a second?" What the heck, did the goblin just talk? So it can really talk? I thought my mind was fooling me, but the one who really made me unconscious is that green brat over there. More reason to butcher him alive.

"No, this is my house, and I will decide when to leave or not," the manticore replied.

"Mom, please! I'm an adolescent boy. Give me some privacy."

Ha, funny. So even goblins have the concept of a parent. What a joke.

"Fine. Anything. But..." The manticore walked out, but before that, it shot a strange look at the goblin and paused. "Don't **** him."

WHAT!

"No, MOM! That's disgusting!"

Whew... The last thing I would dream of is getting violated unwillingly by a goblin.

"You know, puberty is the stage when boys finally find out that they are gay."

"NO!"

The two conversed before the manticore left. The goblin threw a glance at me while I was tied to a podium, then smirked. "It's just you and me now," he said. But I could see that the manticore came back and kept spying on us. I couldn't miss the oversized head that was looking at me. The goblin noticed where I was looking, and when he found out, he shouted, "Please, Mom, just leave the cave!"

I didn't waste my entire two months just to watch a sitcom after being tortured. Once the goblin ensured that his so-called mother would not come back to spy, he pointed a sword at my throat and asked a bunch of questions I had no plans to answer.

"Which country are you from? What the hell is a grim? What's going on in the war with the dark lord right now?"

The heck, he's just a dungeon goblin, but how the heck does he know the situation beyond the Root of Akasha? Judging by his appearance, he is no more than a year old; I don't think he came from the outside. He would die before he could get here.

"What the heck are...?" Before I could even reply, the goblin started pulling my pants down. "Whoa! Do you know who I am!? I'm an elite, a superior man who achieved enlightenment! Don't touch me with your filthy, cum-filled hand, you dumb green fuck"

Disgusting! Fucking disgusting! I can't believe I'm being touch by these creature! Then he started removing everything that I'm starting to freak out.

"Why the hell? Don't remove my underwear! You're going to **** me? So you're going to **** me? Fuck you! I'm not scared! I'm bisexual bitch. In my cult, I lead ritualized interspecies **** . I'm into it!"

Then the goblin stared at me with obvious disdain and disgust.

"Fuck! Don't look at me like that! You're just a goblin. You fuck monsters for a living!"

My objections were in vain, as he still pulled out my pants, and the tower rose as sturdy as an unbreakable iron mountain. I said, "Please, be gentle," to him just in case.

"FUCK! MY D@CK!"

To my surprise, without any warning, the goblin slashed my genitalia, cutting from the roots! Oh, the pain! For heaven's sake, now he's cutting my penis into tiny squares in mid-air! What the fuck!?

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"Do you want to talk now, huh? You want to talk now, huh? Next, I'm going to smash your balls!"

Darn it! He picked up a large rock and is now threatening me with it!

"Alright! I'll talk! Easy there, put that rock back on the ground. Gently—AGGH!"

Darn it! He did it! He smashed my testicles with that rock! I'm bleeding! My eggs are bleeding!

"OOGHHHH! My son didn't make it!"

Am I going to die like this? By getting humiliated by this creature? After smashing my balls into a pulp of blood, he holds his chest, calming himself down.

"Alright, let's calm down for a second," that fucking goblin had the nerve to say that after smashing my life!

"How dare you, I'm Alexis Diablo, the strongest adventurer of the Serpian Kingdom! I'm an elite, a noble, I have authority, how dare you cut my dick and smash my balls. I'll never forgive you."

The goblin looked down at me, utterly belittling me!

"You're evil. I bet you turned out this way because no one loves you. Did your parents abandon you? Did your step-parents lock you inside a cabinet and then sell you into slavery? You're a dick yourself, so you don't need another one. That dick will just be wasted on you."

Sniff... The inside of my nose is getting wet... "Why do you have to hurt my feelings? Uhuhu."

"Don't cry on me, bitch. You're evil."

"Even bad guys have a heart too."

How could this be? How the hell did he know my background story? Huh? Why are my eyes getting teary?

"You were talking about a cult and a ritual earlier. What about it?" the goblin asked; this monster had no empathy, he was worse than me.

"They are... They are my saviors, they sheltered me from the abuse of my step-parents. I'm not going to betray them no matter what."

I proclaimed my defiance; I would betray and lie to everyone, but no matter what, I'd never turn my back on the cult. It's not just because I'm scared of what the Bishops could do, but because I am indebted to them. My life is a debt I need to repay to them.

However...

"GRAUGHH!"

The goblin slammed something into my mouth. He forced my own diced dick down my throat. Some of it got stuck partway, and I could feel some pubic hair at the back of my tongue

"You don't want to talk? Then eat your own dick!!"

The goblin continued to torture me until I couldn't bear it any longer. His methods were more gruesome than the manticore, and my mind was being shattered from within. He cut both my arms, then my legs, pulled some of my teeth one by one, and plucked one of my eyes out. I had no idea how long I would endure this, but each time I thought I was going to die, the goblin would pour water over me, and the next thing I knew, my wounds were miraculously healed.

My head felt cloudy, as if I were intoxicated, and I could only feel numbness. My mouth seemed to speak on its own, "Hilva Atire... That's what they call themselves. I'm an elite member of the cult. Our belief aligns with the ancient god of light, Luminous. To make our belief a reality, we had a goal." Why was I revealing all of this? Was I afraid of him? "The goal is to ensure the dark lord wins the war."

Somehow, he reacted to what I told him, and his expression was one of shock.

"The war isn't over? What is the Georlian Kingdom doing about this?"

I didn't even want to ask how he knew about that kingdom or what he had to do with it. The Georlian Kingdom was the kingdom of heroes, and they posed a significant threat to us, much like the Warlords of the Quadrora Empire.

"We used various underhanded tricks to weaken the kingdom of heroes. We forced drugs into their military, undermined their food supply by burning their farms and poisoning their lakes. However, every time, we were thwarted by the hero."

"The hero, huh? So, who is this hero you're talking about?"

The goblin's voice grew tense, and I could sense his fear.

"What does a dungeon goblin know about this? You're just a goblin..." I asked, and then he grabbed and squeezed my neck tightly.

"I'm the one asking the questions."

It felt like he was staring right into my soul; his eyes were large and bloodshot. I felt like he might devour me if I said anything wrong. I couldn't understand why I was trembling.

"Albert Von Kassariss, he's the current hero of this generation."

A burning sensation seared my stomach. I was bleeding! Why did he stab me?

"Impossible! Why is he alive? I killed HIM!"

The goblin screamed in my face, but I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. Killed him? That was impossible. Every time I encountered the hero, he proved too resilient to be killed. Even the Bishops and the cult leader feared him, and the Quadrora Emperor was concerned about his growth as a hero. His strength underwent a significant change after a member of his party died.

"Of course he's alive. And he's much stronger than before. I would say he changed drastically after a member of his party died."

"What do you mean?"

"A Dark General killed a friend of his. I guess it triggered him to change, and he engaged in drastic measures. He's becoming unstoppable... and I suspect the Bishops had something to do with it. He became a grim like me"

I realized this in the heat of the moment, as blood continued to pour from my body. Yes, it was possible that the hero acquired knowledge of esoteric magic from the Bishops and used it to become stronger. That would explain the eerie aura surrounding him and the scent of a devil. Then I felt a hot sensation on my neck.

"AGGH! You bit me!"

The goblin bit me, then he started dragging me by the chains out of the cave. Was he going to free me now? But I had no reason to celebrate; I no longer had legs. If he left me outside, the walking corpses would devour me.

"Hey! Stop!" I said, but he had different intentions. He threw me out of the cave, and then... "You! What did you do to me!? Aghh!" My veins were swelling, I felt cold and weak, like I was being devoured from within. It was excruciating.

The goblin smiled at me, his grin widening as the pain intensified. He said, "I'm a carrier of the infection that's turning everyone into monsters. Getting bitten by me means you're going to turn."

Shit! Fuck! AGHH, fucking hell! The last thing I ever wanted was to become a monster corpse.

"Why? I told you the truth! Right... Don't you want to ask about the grims!?"

"I don't care. And I don't care. I'm just a heartless goblin, and you're my first victim. That's it."

I looked at my torso, and it was oozing pus. Then I began to vomit blood, everything I had eaten came up, my intestines felt twisted and contorted. I choked on the scent of my own putrid flesh, the pus exploding from my skin. I was sweating profusely, yet I felt freezing from the inside. I had no idea how long the process lasted... an hour? a day? It was torturous, and the goblin just watched with a smug look on his face. When it finally ended...

"You fucker, look what you did to me!"

Worms were crawling under my skin...

"Ooh, a normal," the goblin excitedly stated. He quickly approached me and dragged me again by the chains.

"What? NOOO!!" I had to scream... It's because... Inside that cave, I'm going to melt! I just know it, I'm going to melt in there! I'm afraid to go...

"Time to do the real thing, I'll dissect you alive"