In this cruel world of magic and fantasy, humans were nothing more than slaves passed around to the ever-changing and nonsensical whims and passions of our Goblin overlords which reigned supreme over us. And I was no exception as I too like my human brethren was yet another slave.
These foreign and foul green-skinned invaders hailing from lands beyond the civilized horizons of civilization had conquered us, humans. At the same time, heralding themselves as heroes but in truth they were nothing more than barbaric and uncivilized demons with no sense of justice or morality.
These demonic green-skins were responsible for the slow and drastic decline of the human population which had once been supreme and numerous across the world, now to be slowly killed and bred out in a cruel series of brutal and sadistic genocides by goblin-kind.
I sat alone all by myself on the highest tower of the lands, an ancient Church that had forever persevered against the trial of time while I watched the village that I had known all my life burn up in the fiery intense blue flames of Revolution as the raging inferno swept through it all. Houses, landmarks, Goblins and Humans, the Village Guard and even children were all engulfed in this raging inferno of my anger as a cruel smile ran across my face as for this retribution for this greatest injustice, nothing more would suffice other than the complete End of the Goblin Race!
This is a story of vengeance that, I a time-looping Regressor took up not out of a blind rage but of a righteous rage of justice as for much of my life that of a young girl abandoned by the fortunes of life, all that there had been for me was my older twin-sister. My sister was an Angel, my Eucharist and my Salvation! As even in the cold blight of winter and without months of nutrition, it was her presence alone that justified my life!
I valued her more than anything else, and I would have sacrificed everything and the world for her but life knew it, how much I had loved her over anything else so she had been taken away from me. Killed in broad day-light with her death dismissed as yet another suicide. And I loved her more than anything else but with her death, her name, face, voice and smile which were all my everything slowly faded away from my memory.
My rosy dreams of life forever together with my sister were dead…
The inferno swept through the town in a raging blue collosus before finally imploding from an excessive build up of magic power, causing a cruel grin to stretch across the whole of my face.
‘The village looks better with this renovation! Wouldn’t you have agreed sister? The snow that we have loved to play with was all piled up into a massive crater for us to make snow angels in! So when I meet you again in the Eternal Fields of Elysium to which I will ascend, let’s come back home and make snow angels.’
I held my hand firmly up to the sky as a twisted smile ran across my face.
“Young Lady Aleis, it’s time for us to go. The Arsenal is waiting for you to come to your new home.”
I stared at the maid dressed up in a black and white Gothic dress.
‘Sis, if you are seeing this, I would like to say. That I’m proud to kill well over 1200 goblins for you today!’
‘Winter was so cruel yet at the same time, it had been beautiful.’
Winter today was colder than anything that I’ve ever gone through before. Yet it was not all that bad. At some point in my life, I experienced far worse than the cold frozen world, as the world I had lived in my entire life was that cold frozen world. It was a cruel game called life which I only lived so that I lived in the pursuit of death to ascend into the higher dream, that of the Eternal Fields of Elysium. The promised lands of peace and prosperity for humans of a noble heart.
‘But even if I tried to ascend to Elysium with all my effort. I would find myself flung back to the beginning of this very same dream. As if the days would never pass after my death, only returning to the beginning when my life was forever ruined…’
I could remember it in my body and mind. The actions of that moment of despair forever reverberated across my soul and memory. First happening several months ago…
Her cold lifeless body lay suspended on the clothesline with a sharp string wire in her mouth tying her up to the seams. It was as if she wasn’t human but yet another pair of clothes to hang out on the line to dry.
Her short black hair which had once fluttered ahead of my long light blonde hair as we rushed through the town square in search of food and warmth, was idle and motionless. Yet the only motion of this never moving scene was the blood dripping over my shaking porous hands as I sought the crimson bounty of her slit neck.
“Sister. I am glad. You had taken your own life before the Goblins would have done it yourself. Yet you have left me alone all by myself.”
Her blood trickled down into my hands with every passing moment before welling up into a pond of crimson reflecting her image over my own. Carefully and cautiously, I brought the Eucharist up to my mouth while silver tears of the heavens polluted her memory. I took on the duty and brought it in gushing into my throat, overwhelming me with a warm gushing nauseous sensation that ran across the whole of my body.
“And this way, we will never be apart even if you were to die.”
I glanced to the side of the tragic scene with tears still forming in my eyes as I saw the vile iron knife used to dismantle her life, and our dreams of a better world.
"Together. We will be together.”
I took the blade and stabbed it into my neck as a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins like a roaring stampede of bulls running rivers of blood. My mouth continued to water with her blood and now my own as I took the blade out and pressed my hand against it before festering my blood and hers together, so that we may be together once more with neither the blood of her nor me running through my veins but the blood of us.
I continued striking myself again and again with the sharp knife and on the same area along my shattered collar bone yet it had not killed me despite my great efforts. Ironically it was the pursuit of death in the face of the cruelty of the world that only made me stronger, and more impervious to the eternal rest that I sought as the glaring cyan notifications reflected back through my scornful eyes.
[You have acquired the Common Passive Skill - Cutting Resistance Level 1!]
Throughout our lifves, we were no strangers to misfortune. Only persisting off the remains of dead rats in the streets and in Winters, self-cannibalization of torn ligaments. But this… Was a fate that I was unwilling to accept.
So I tried and tried. Cutting myself again and again and again and again and again and again and again... But with every slice, cut, thrust, and incision that I made against myself, I continued to live. Ironically and cruelly, it was that thread of fate that continued to keep me alive, stronger than ever.
I was no stranger to misfortune. But this… This… Was a fate that I was unwilling to accept. So I tried cutting myself again and again but with every slice, cut, thrust, and incision I made against myself, I continued to live. Ironically and cruelly, I was alive. Stronger than ever.
[Cutting Resistance has developed from Level 1 → Level 6.]
[You have acquired the Rare Passive Skill - Resilience!]
It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. It had been my dream to die and make my way to Elysium to be with you one last time. To live by your Praise as the hopeless slave that I am.
Yet life had always gotten in our way. No, to correct that. It was never life but that cruel bastard of Fate that was the cruel tyrant of death that persisted against me and the eternal pursuit of death.
And I continued again and again with the iron knife which had its handle torn and formed, with its shape more like a twisted chisel than a knife. Yet it should have been enough to kill me. Yet thankfully, it seems that the nightmare of life would soon come to an end.
As I steadily blanked out from the world.
‘Was this the death that I had sought?’
I thought to myself as I remained in a state of mixed consciousness between life and death before waking the very next day with nothing but anger raging through my heart.
Was this the death that I had forever sought? I thought to myself as I remained in a state of mixed consciousness between life and death before waking the next day.
By some, wicked cursed I was still alive… To live another cursed day upon this world.
[Cutting Resistance has developed from Level 6 → Level 9!]
[Resilience has developed from Level 1. → Level 3!]
[You have acquired the Common Passive skill, Knife Mastery Level 1!]
‘Were the Gods cruel enough to continue allowing me to live despite my pleas for death?’
I recanted as the emptiness that I felt grew with every moment as I stared at the shattered iron knife that had failed to take my life, as it remained shattered on the ground just as my dreams of ascending to Elysium were shattered in the very same way.
But I wished in my heart, that there would be a day where I could live only to die rather dying to live. It was quite ironic as several moments later I rushed to the ceiling of what had once been our family home.
It had been a long time since I’d last been here, as the death of our parents occurred very early in our youth. But just like the fading memory of my sister, they were gone from all that I knew but they had still existed in some way or another.
It would have been a joy, if we were allowed to return back to our family home as promised by the Goblins that forced us out on the excuse of a fabricated economic agreement between their greedy pockets and our hopeless parents, and that was how we were forced out onto the streets to live and die as beggars.
But at least in this moment here and now, I would come to have some long-awaited closure with the end of my very life where my world began long ago. As the two of us twins were born on this balcony which I found myself now as it was in our people’s traditions to be born at the highest possible peak in the light of the Sun to guarantee yourself, a blessing to Elysium.
I stood on the ledge of the family roof top and stood there for several moments while thinking of everything that had left up to this point. The death of our parents. Our youth in the streets. The ceaseless beginning and the cold tearing through our bodies. And her death.
It was too much for someone like me to handle, a life too cruel for any other to handle so this tragedy would have to end here. Lest, I seek to become a tragedy to others… Which I had already been throughout my entire life.
“Hey! What is that!”
“Is that a person up there!?”
“Hey get down there!”
“Is she going to jump?”
The voices rang out and coiled as I stood above the high heavens of the house with their voices drowned-out by the five stories that separated us. A height of Heaven and Earth that separated pathetic lowly being likes me from angels like you, yet there was a world where we could have soared as Doves.
“Sorry.”
I said to you with tears running down my face.
‘In truth… I was a liar and a coward. I never wanted to die in my life. Yet it was scary to be all alone without you by my side. So I wanted to join you. But I didn’t have it in myself to go the final mile and die. I wanted to end it so much yet it was only then, I realized it all. I thought I was strong and independent, capable of living without you but it turned out that those dreams were nothing more than delusions.
For someone like me who lived all my life in a dream and not reality, it only made sense for me to confuse these dreams and these delusions. But in truth, they were the same.
But I’m sorry. Sorry for being an over-reliant little sister whose childish actions always placed you into trouble and inconvenience…’
A series of loud and dramatic steps trailed behind me on the stairwell to the ceiling’s house and I coldly glanced back in acknowledgment of the cautious and resentful looks of the goblin militia. Supposed warriors of justice with the intended duties of protecting the village for the common good and safety, yet it had always been an excuse to kill, rape and loot humans as they wished. Yet they were nothing better than thugs who got in the way of my death as all they wanted was to reassert their control after my rowdy show of suicide.
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With courage building up in my body, I finally took the leap. The wind rushed against my face as my fall grew ever faster with each and every moment before time would turn to blank as I was given yet another moment to reflect in my dying moments.
“…So I’m sorry. Sorry for ever being born. If it were not for me, you would have lived a better life.”
I landed on the ground face first as the pain and shock shattered my entire body. I had still been alive but barely. Barely enough to make a weak smile on my face.
“But with this, I’m finally glad for life since I will finally have the chance to go to Elysium.”
Muffled voices surrounded me and came ever closer and their silhouettes too came into view. The members of the community all came around and surrounded me in my dying breath. They spoke with hushed tones. Some with fear, some with anger but all with concern. For my death would spell an uncertain future for this village that I call home.
Every single breath I took, I came closer to death and with it, I once again saw the blaring images of the System flash before me. It had annoyed me every single time that I have seen it but at least with my death, I wouldn’t have to bother with its notifications any longer.
[You have acquired the uncommon Passive Skill, Fall Resistance Level 2!]
[Resilience has developed from Level 3 → Level 9!]
[Energy Conservation has developed from Level 20 → Level 23!]
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“What is death like?”
That was a question that I had asked my sister during our youth as I had always wanted to ascend to the Elysium, yet she never replied only looking away from me as if it to conceal her expression.
In the scene yesterday, the two of us stood together while at the pond seeking to fish up some unfortunate soul to be our next dinner.
While she held the fishing rod with her beautiful slim fingers as she waited for a snap, I continued to poke my finger against her until she turned over with an annoyed expression and replied.
“I don't know. I never died before.”
“If I die, would you die with me?”
“That shouldn’t have to be said. We are one. When one of us dies, the other one dies…”
Sharp wooden panels rocked my back… I had slept on the cold pier in a very painful position that was certain to give me ceaseless back pain.
[You have acquired the Divine Trait - Regressor!]
[You have acquired the Legendary Trait - Resurrector.]
[You have acquired the Legendary Active Skill - Death March Level 1!]
‘Divine? Regressor? Legendary? Resurrector?’
I stared up at the system panels that greeted me as I unfortunately came back to life again, marking the beginning of my second life. I shook my head in confusion. These words confused me and aside from Divine had all been words that I had never heard before in my illiterate life.
‘What made me even deserving of these skills?’
I couldn’t help but wonder as I stood up and walked along the wooden planks of the pier from which I had slept and awoken at and headed back towards the village.
It was yet another day of my accursed life as I woke to see the sun flying overhead. With my head still against the ground of the dock at the pond, I had an odd sensation running through my body and soul.
For some reason, things felt familiar. As if I had lived through this day in a past life…
‘Am I back to the past?’
I thought to myself as I suddenly began bolting my way back to the direction of the slums where my sister had been.
‘If I truly am back to the past then perhaps there would be a chance! But I’ll have to run as fast as I can and faster than I have ever ran before! As there might be a chance that she’s still alive!’
I rushed back to the slums with my feet running on fumes and with my stamina rapidly depleting from the rush of running.
[Energy efficiency has developed from Level 23 to Level 23.]
[Running has developed from Level 9 → Level 10.]
[Full Speed Run has developed from Level 2 → Level 3.]
My body felt lighter and my body felt faster yet it felt all the same. The sensation of running back on barefoot through the thick thorns of grass that separated the village and the port was hell enough but with my ever-depleting stamina it might as well be a pain worse than dying. And as someone who had lived through death once, this was even worse.
[Running has developed from Level 10 → Level 11.]
[Energy Efficiency has developed from Level 24 to Level 25.]
[Resilience has developed from Level 9 → Level 11.]
And there was a side of me that just wanted to give up and let fate play out once again. Yet that side of me was never representative of what I stood for in life. Even though I was a cowardly person, I was never one to abandon my family.
Even if there was the tiniest of chance, or the littlest of chance, it was all worth it regardless of the pain that I would be experiencing today… After all if I tried hard enough, there was always the slim chance of seeing my older-sister alive again-…
Her body stood flogged with the cold aura of death running through the air. Nothing had changed. Nothing at all had changed despite my rush back to her cold rotting carcass. My sister was still dead…
I went up to her cold, flogged body and grasped my hands below the trailing stream of crimson once more before bringing it over to my mouth as her crimson mixed with my sky blue tears and washed it into my body in a holy reunion.
“Together. Let’s be together… This time.”
I swore to myself before running back out into the streets with her blood rushing through my body and climbed the great steps of stairs before arriving at the point where our story had begun and ended.
[Running has developed from Level 11 → Running Level 12.]
Back to the ceiling of the family home, I stood over the village with a smaller crowd amassing around me and threw myself off to the ground without any hesitation.
“Perhaps this time, I won’t be late for you.”
I splattered violently against the ground without a single moment to contemplate my death, perhaps it was because I died once before that dying yet another time wouldn’t even phase me as much.
And with that I was dead yet again. Yet the loop of dying would not continue on as usual as instead of my consciousness returning to life once again, I found myself entrapped in an endless white void as a familiar silhouette of a young girl sat on a brown wooden chair. She sat facing away from me and I sought to approach her with my hand outstrecthed.
“Sister… it’s been a while since we’ve last met each other but it seems that you are as foolish as ever.”
“Sister! It’s you! Please turn around so I could see you again [Redacted]!”
I held my hand up to my mouth in confusion, I didn’t say that censored jumble of words but instead it was my sister’s name yet it came out like that. Out of confusion and my need to get answers out of her, I approached my sister but as I tried to walk up to her, my body knocked into something yet there had truly been nothing.
“It’s kind of unfortunate that you never received a name while I did.”
My sister commented to herself as her dark blue eyes glanced back towards my futile attempts to approach her as I continued banging my fists on the ethereal wall that divided us.
“Give up. It’s a useless endeavor.”
I then placed my hand on the invisible wall before running to it’s edge and as far as I could go, the wall had still been there. It was as if it had been infinite, something that I could never see the end of.
“You aren’t going to break through the walls like that and I doubt that anyone could pass through it to begin with. If you wanted your time with that, it’s going to be as pointless as you killing yourself to see me alive again.”
I stared at her.
“Weren’t you dead? How would you know about such a thing?! And turn around and face me since I can’t break down this wall.
“It’s because we are twin sisters. It’s natural for me to know what my little sister is doing. And even if I could, I can’t turn around to face you.”
“Why not? Why can’t you turn around and look at me one last time?”
“Because I’m dead and the dead and alive aren’t supposed to meet.”
“But aren’t we meeting right now?”
“We are but it’s only at an arm’s distance or rather a voice’s distance in this scenario. If I get any closer to you than I am now, I would be risking the end of my existence.”
I continued to stare at her with a look of unease mixed with an awkward expression running down my face.
“Could I ask a question?”
“It’s about how I died isn’t it?”
My face instantly turned into one of shock and confusion as my sister perfectly predicted my intent.
“I’m not an idiot. I’ve lived with you for years, but I didn’t kill myself and I never would. Instead, it was that I was killed.”
My face turned into shock as I stared at her with a piercing glare.
“So who killed you?”
“All that I can say is that it was a Goblin.”
Her voice distorted with that comment and she stood up and began walking away.
“Hey! Where are you going all of the sudden!? We aren’t done talking!”
“As I mentioned earlier, there’s only so much time that the living and dead can spend together and it will be a long time until we can meet again so in the mean time, I trust you with finding out who was responsible for my death.”
My sister walked away to the end of the white void and the odd dream had ended there and once again I was alive in this soul-crushing world but instead of wanting to die yet again, I couldn’t help but feel confused more than anything else. I continued to stare out into the sky’s which stood above me.
‘Who in the world would have a vendetta against my sister?’
I thought to myself as I began jogging back to the slums and back to the alleyway where my sister had died so long ago. Her body was still hung onto the wire of the clothes line with blood slowly pouring out from her neck and onto my fingers.
I licked the blood cleanly and thoroughly from my palms before reaching out to the iron knife that laid at the scene of the murder. Right below her feet. It had been the same weapon used to slice her neck, and in the first loop, it had been what I used to kill myself.
Reaching out to the iron knife, I began to hold it and inspect it for any clues. With time enough, I would eventually reach a conclusion and realize where my journey for vengeance would take me.
“This…”
My eyes glared at the slashed out D insignia not he bottom pommel of the iron knife. I knew what this had meant and if I wanted answers, this would be the very place that I would have to go to.
Walking out of the alleyway and out into the streets of the residential area where the population had been concentrated, I couldn’t help but notice the attention that I was getting. As many people both goblins and human were staring at me with piercing gazes while whispering among themselves in hushed tones.
They were quiet. Or so they thought. But I could hear it all. Even before my firstt death, my ears were sharp and trained to hear the drop of a coin from 20 meters away, so it was natural that I could hear these whispers. But it felt as these whispers were more transparent and clearer than before as if my perception was developed more than ever before some odd reason.
That odd reason potentially being the skills that I acquired after my first death and while intriguing, there was much more important things to do rather than focusing on that.
“Hey. Isn’t she the little sister of the girl that killed herself?”
A brown-haired human man dressed in black rags asked his friend as he pointed his rude finger towards me while his human friend with blonde hair chuckled.
“Yeah and wasn’t her older sister, also a lady of the night? So it’s inevitable that something like this would happen to her after she had it coming to her-”
In a fit of rage, I instantly closed the distance of five meters and swung the iron knife towards the man’s neck and stopped mere inches away from cutting his neck.
“You shouldn’t speak bad about the dead unless you would want to join them. Especially, you shouldn’t be talking about rumors that are nothing more than slander. So if I were you, I would shut it unless I was interested in getting decapitated.”
[Intimidation has developed from Level 4 → Level 7]
The face of the men broke into fear before they began scurrying off.
“What a crazy bitch.”
The brown-haired man commented as he followed his companion.
“Yeah. She really is crazy but with such a violent reaction, there’s no doubt to me being right. After all, if its a lie, she wouldn’t have been so violent.”
I instantly rushed up behind the blonde man before charging up a kick that landed perfectly against his nuts. He instantly fell onto the floor groveling in pain while meekly crying out to his friend.
[You have acquired the Uncommon Passive Skill, Nut Breaker Level 1.]
‘The fuck… That’s a skill?’
I commented in my mind completely confused. I never knew that the system had such a skill, and perhaps it was a recommendation for me to continue hitting my enemies in their nuts.
“It hurts. It hurts.”
“You are lucky that you only received that much pain because if you were the ones who killed
“You are lucky because if you were the ones who killed my sister, I would be tying your hands around a rope, and pulling up on that rope so harshly and tightly that you would be forced to hang aphyxiate yourself to death, or face the risk of being hung.”
The men scoffed in anger.
“What a bitch.”
The brown-haired man commented.
“Yeah. And with her violent reaction, there’s no doubt but it seems like I was right.”
The despicable blonde man echoed back.
Despite their taunts towards me, I continued walking back towards my destination after all, it would have been an issue if I were to let my anger boil any further because at the moment, I threatened him and kicked him in the family jewels, a large number of civilians both humans and goblins had been cautiously eyeing the situation with suspicion.
‘And it would be pointless for me to be preoccupied with them since I have far bigger fish to fry. Or rather in this care, bigger ore to smelt…’
Walking towards the the cold and desolate alleyway of the commercial district, the number of civilians slowly began to dwindle before thinning out entirely. At a point, there were even more rats scurrying at my feet than there were people in the crowd back then.
‘Is this the right direction?’
I asked myself as I paused and brought my finger up to my brain and pressed my noggin in an attempt to recall the exact location of this place.
Squeak
I glanced at a dozen rats brutalizing a man’s worn and torn thumb at the corner of the road. I had been pretty used to seeing disgusting sights throughout my life but even still, I could still be disgusted by scenes like that.
‘How could a place like this even be so ghetto?’
I asked myself as I turned my head to the side and sniffed the strong scent of human blood along the local draining system. I ducked down and glanced at the drain intently as I spotted a dark figure of a person’s body turned towards the ground.
I began to shiver before instantly glancing around myself.
‘At this point, is it even worth looking for the blacksmith considering that I could die again?’
Clank
A hammer from the heavens roared against the molten metal which cried out a pained breath causing a smile to run across my face.
“It looks like I was in the right place all along!”
I glanced to the side and trailed the sound back through the worn and torn road to a small smithing establishment on the side of several abandoning buildings. This was it… The place that I wanted to come to.
This was the Forgery, Devin’s Forgery. The site that I had wanted to come to find answers regarding my sister’s death. Devin was A middle-aged Dwarf and a friend of my sister, as it was this man who had once hired her to promote his establishment back during our youth, back when the establishment was thriving unlike it is now.
The appearence of this store said it all, a lot had changed ever since it’s glory days and the same could be said about this entire district. And even though I hadn’t ever gone here before, my sister glorified this section of the commercial district as being a dreamscape of commerce and smiles.
Yet… Here it lies cold and left behind as a ruin of the past.
Walking into the silently dead establishment that was ever-so often erupted into action with the loud clanging of a hammer, I took a breath before walking all the way in. The front counter of the establishment where my sister used to sit when she had been tired from running around town to promote the shop, at the very right side of the door was all ruined and dusty beyond belief. With the floor ahead of me being dirtied as if it were more like a field ran through by fierce march of cavalry.
“Devin…”
I continued to hold the knife by my side as I approached him slowly and steadily. Not too swiftly to arouse suspicion of a stranger who I came to respect through the praises of my sister and not too slowly.
“The shop’s closed. It’s been out of business for a long while. The only reason why I am still crafting is because it’s my passion in life. Nothing else.”
“I know. You are a passionate man so deep into your work of crafting that sometimes you would go without eating food or water because of how immersed you were in crafting. It was for this reason that my sister had to carry such a short yet heavy fool like you into bed where she had to feed you.”
The brown-haired dwarf turned around showing a face of anger and more-so confusion as he laid the hammer at his side and allowed the molten ore to idly cool on its own.
In all my life, I had never ever seen a dwarf before but I had an image of what they looked like from both the stereotypes and the accounts of my sister, it was indeed true that were small but I didn’t even expect them to be this short.
It might even sound laughable but Dwarves seem to be built more like Goblins rather than the image of tough, resilient and bulky cave-dwelling warriors. Even as a twelve-year-old girl, the Dwarf was barely taller than I was.
The Dwarven manlet approached me before coming face-to-face with me.
“You are her sister?”
“I am her sister and it’s been a while since I’ve really had the courage to reach out to someone like this.”
“Your sister always describe you as a lonely and reserved girl so I find this surprising. Tell me why you are here.”
“I need your opinion to get to the bottom of this question I had. So, how did my sister die?”
“Huh? Wasn’t her death ruled out to be a suicide? And Out of all people why would you chose me to inspect her body?”
“Because you are a Dwarven master of the forge with a genius focused upon the small and intricate details of life. Outside of forging, you’ve had several decades of military experience in the service of your homeland before it was torn asunder by the Goblins.”
His face boiled up in anger as he thought of those green-skin pests that polluted the soils of the world.
“She really did tell you a lot, perhaps a little too much about my life. So what should I do with someone trying to disrupt my peaceful life?”
He cracked his fists as he shook his neck to the left and the right causing it to crack as well as his mana flared up with sparks of visible irritation.
“You may not believe it. But my sister did not kill herself as she was killed by a Goblin who had used the very same weapons that you forged.”
I said as I held the iron knife in my hand and showing it before him. He reached out for the knife and began to inspect it before glancing at me with a worried look.
“This is indeed my work but where did you find this weapon?”
“Right below her feet at the scene of the murder.”
He placed the knife into the pocket of his dark brown leather pants before sighing and walking outside. Leaving me and the workshop behind in his tracks.
“Hey where are you going!? I am still asking you a question!”
He paused and turned around as a look of growing irritation ran across his face.
“Take me to the scene of the murder. I need to know who killed her.”
His cold voice echoed out with a piercing blood-lust and I walked alongside him to lead him back to the site of the crime where my sister’s dead body hung over us on a clotheslines with a small thin metal wire keeping her above.
Out of disbelief at the scene before him, the Dwarven man fell to his knees out of disbelief as tears wept down his face.
“A twisted hand, several fractures to her bones, severe damage to her internal organs, and a slash to her neck that was at angle that could never be delivered to one’s self.”
He spoke to himself as he reached into his pocket and held the knife in his hand before pointing it up to my sister’s neck and slashed.
“Stop!”
I yelled out. His strike perfectly imitated and trailed the course of the slash several inches away from her body before coming to a stop as he turned around with a somber look.
“I have an idea…”
He spoke with a quiet voice before footsteps echoed down the alleyway.
“Devin and [Redacted]’s sister! The two of you have been caught tampering with the scene of a crime! As a result of your sins, the Guard will deal with you here and now!”
Two dozen Goblin guardsmen surrounded us all of the sudden and I placed my back against Devin. I glanced at him and whispered.
“How did you not notice that we were getting tailed?”
He smirked before turning to me with his knife still out-stretched.
“And how did you notice that this was a betrayal?”
A vertical slash ran across my neck as I fell down to the ground cold and lifeless. Dead so quickly with just a single slash that cleaved my entire head from my body.
The man that I thought to be Devin grabbed his face before peeling it off and revealing a dirty fucking leecherous inbred troglodyte green-skin mother fucker under the hood of his Dwarven flesh.
My eyes boiled with burning rage as I stared up towards him, “Devin” if that was even his name.
‘If this were the first cycle, this would have been the end of my nightmare. But it isn’t. Now I know better. Now I know who killed my sister, and now I know what I need to do to secure my vengeance!
Now let us march towards my dreams of TOTAL GOBLIN DEATH!’
My consciousness slowly faded out to black as my second cycle of life ended….
End of Chapter One…