As the mutated goblins erged from the shadows, their grotesque appearance sent shivers down my spine. Their unnaturally large fras and disfigured faces indicated the effects of mutation, marking them as formidable opponents.
"Keeeeeeeeeeeeek!"
"Kirik, Kirik!"
Their discordant cries filled the air, setting a tense atmosphere in the forest. The purple and red hues of their skin added an otherworldly elent to their presence.
"If they've mutated goblins, they're likely at [E ] rank," I mused, gauging the potential threat they posed.
Over ten of these mutated goblins fixated their gaze on , their ominous advance signalling the impending clash. Ready for the challenge, I gripped my sword with determination.
"Kirik, kirik!"
"Kiriiiiiiiiiirik!"
The cacophony of their screeches echoed, creating an unsettling symphony. With a nonchalant comnt about their noise, I braced myself and charged towards the horde.
The encounter was more challenging than expected. The mutated goblins, though not exceptionally skilled, compensated with their sheer numbers and erratic movents. As I swung my sword, celestial energies flowed through , guiding my every move.
Amidst the chaotic dance of blades, I decided to showcase the foundational movent of Celestial Parry – Starry Deflection. Holding my sword diagonally across my body, I created a robust barrier. As the goblins lunged at , their attacks were deftly redirected by the blade's edge.
The forest beca a battleground, and my every movent was calculated, conserving energy for a precise counterattack. Starry Deflection served its purpose, offering a solid defence against the relentless onslaught.
Despite their [E ] rank, the mutated goblins proved to be formidable adversaries. Each clash with their grotesque forms tested the limits of my swordsmanship. Yet, amidst the chaos, the celestial energies within surged, empowering my every strike.
The dance continued a symphony of blades and screeches in the moonlit forest.
With each calculated movent, my sword art, Celestial Parry, flowed seamlessly through the chaotic dance. The celestial energies within resonated with the blade, enhancing its finesse and lethality.
As the mutated goblins lunged, I countered with precision, deflecting their attacks with the practised grace of Starry Deflection. The celestial barrier held strong, creating a buffer against their relentless assault.
Seizing the mont, I transitioned seamlessly to the counterattack phase. My sword traced an elegant arc through the air as Celestial Parry's offensive sequences ca into play. The blade t flesh and bone with a harmonious rhythm, each strike a testant to the mastery of my swordsmanship.
"Kirik, kirik!"
"Kiriiiiiiiiiirik!"
Their screeches intensified as the tide of battle turned against them. The forest bore witness to a symphony of steel eting flesh, and the celestial energies resonating in tandem with my every move.
The final strike ca with a flourish – a culmination of my training and the innate celestial powers coursing through . As the last mutated goblin fell, a mont of stillness settled over the clearing. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow, highlighting the aftermath of the skirmish.
Breathing heavily, I surveyed the battleground, my sword still drawn. The celestial energies, once vibrant and fierce, now simred beneath the surface, awaiting the next challenge.
The muted goblins lay defeated, their grotesque forms now motionless on the forest floor. A sense of accomplishnt washed over , a silent acknowledgent of the growth in my skills.
The night in Eclipse Forest had witnessed a celestial performance, where blade and energy harmonized in a dance of victory.
***
"Finally, it's over," I said to myself as I stood in front of dead goblins.
"Well, I have to write a report too," I rember what Samuel said to others.
I don't want to do it but if nothing happens here and everything goes smoothly I will beco a joke to others, as I will not have any report at all.
I took out one pen and white blank paper and crouched down one of the dead goblins.
"Huuh, disgusting." their body sll is so disgusting that I could feel that I would throw up any mont.
But sohow I held it in and began to write.
**Monster Na: Mutated Goblin**
**Rank: E **
My pen danced across the blank page as I recorded the essential details. But I couldn't stop there; the report demanded a comprehensive understanding of their weaknesses and strengths.
**Weaknesses:**
1. **Sensitivity to Light:** During the battle, I noticed that the mutated goblins exhibited discomfort in the presence of intense light. Exploiting this sensitivity could potentially disorient them in combat.
2. **Limited Coordination:** Despite their nurical advantage, the mutated goblins lacked coordination in their attacks. Individually, they posed a threat, but their collective assault lacked strategic synchronization.
**Strengths:**
1. **Enhanced Physical Attributes:** The E rank indicated a considerable increase in physical prowess. Their strength and speed surpassed that of ordinary goblins, making them formidable adversaries.
2. **Mutated Physiology:** The goblins displayed mutated features, altering their appearance and potentially enhancing their resilience against conventional attacks.
With the report ticulously detailed, I rose from my crouched position, the forest's eerie ambience adding an unsettling backdrop to the task. The paper, now filled with inked observations, beca a tangible record of the encounter.
As I reluctantly stepped away from the scene, I couldn't shake off the lingering sense of disgust.
I was going back but I rember sothing.
'They are mutated monsters which ans their mana core is also mutated and the price of these mana cores is high in the market.'
I turned towards them again even if I had to endure that awful sll for a while I would get that mana core.
As I unsheathed my sword once more, the realization struck that these mutated goblins held a certain value beyond the battlefield. Their mana cores, mutated by the anomaly within them, could fetch a high price in the market. The lingering disgust beca a secondary concern as the allure of potential profit took precedence.
With a determined gaze, I approached the first fallen goblin. Gripping my sword tightly, I began the ticulous task of splitting open the creature's corpse. The blade honed through countless battles and sliced through the toughened flesh with practised ease. Each stroke was deliberate, aid at revealing the treasure concealed within.
The first goblin's body parted, revealing an E rank Mutatat mana core pulsating with an otherworldly hue. Itscolourr, a srizing blend of deep violet and crimson, signified the mutated nature of the creature. The radiance emanating from the core hinted at the latent power contained within—a power that could be harnessed or traded for a substantial sum.
I proceeded with the thodical process, ensuring each goblin's mana core was extracted intact. The forest's shadows played tricks on my senses, amplifying the grotesque nature of the task. However, the potential reward spurred on, and I persevered through the discomfort, driven by the promise of profit in the aftermath of Eclipse Forest.
***
After taking out all of the mana Corps from mutated Goblins I left the scene.
If I stay there many other beasts must co there from the scent of blood.
Anyway, I thought I should go back but decided not to do so.
Instead, I climbed a mountain, and from the nurous trees on its peak, I chose the tallest red pine to climb. From the treetop, I looked around. I could see everything within the horizon. Neither the densely packed pine trees nor the countless number of leaves could impede the [ Mana Eyes].
Everything was within my sight – a young naless cadet chasing after a wild boar, a second-year couple who were making out instead of hunting.
Seeing them I just could not help by laugh.
They are also of the mbers of [the Research Departnt.]
I turned my head in the direction of Boulder were we at the start.
With My [ Mana Eyes] I could easily see the location.
I can see that Samuel is standing on the ground and beside him many girls flowing over him nothing unusual.
But my [ mana eyes] caught the disturbance of the mana girls beside him.
I focus my eyes on the girls and what I see shocked .
Their eye sockets were without any pupils! All the eyes turned pitch black without any retina on them.
Seeing this goosebump felt all over my body.
'That bastard.'
He must have used the Manipulation ability he got from the Malic clan.
All of the girls are under that ability.
Then sothing else happened, Samuel turned his head to the left his hand began to turn into tentical.
His body turned into half-demon. Another benefit of making a pack with demons.
My eyes carefully watch all of his movents.
He shoots his tactical hand at full speed to his left.
His intention was clearly to kill.
My eyes followed his movent, and my widened as I saw the target of Samuel.
It's Isabella.
She dodged his attack barely and jumped back before she could get a chance to breathe another tactical ca at her.
It was just a few inches away from her face if that's it she was dead for sure.
But Isabella did sothing unexpected, she raised her hand in front of her face and used wind magic.
With a gust of wind tactical shot in different directions from her but Isabella shot backward because of using the wind magic at point black face.
She hit the tree and her mouth was full of blood leaving her mouth.
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