Imdiately, the restriction he was feeling vanished like a puff of smoke. Now able to freely move, Zarek ran without looking back.
In just a few monts, the gap between him and the goblins started to widen. However, Zarek couldn’t sigh in relief—although he had managed to get far, so goblins had also managed to chase after him.
While running, he turned his head around only to see there were still more than ten goblins chasing after him.
Alexander, rooted to the spot, watched Zarek’s figure moving away, relief washing over his chubby form.
Thank god, he managed to escape.
If because of him sothing had happened to Zarek, he would have never been able to explain the situation to himself.
Then he turned his gaze away from Zarek and looked at his surroundings. Imdiately, his expression darkened.
I am completely surrounded.
Tens of goblins with their eyes filled with bloodlust and pure killing intent were staring at his figure.
They want to tear to pieces.
It was very clear to Alexander that the goblins wanted to kill him, but for so strange reason, they didn’t.
Unknown to him, without him realizing it, the purple energy surrounding him flared, coercing every single presence around him, enveloping their bodies and slowly making its way inside the goblins’ minds, changing their psyche.
Without even him realizing it, his skill—The Dilemma of Reality Bender—was keeping the goblins at bay.
With how Alexander viewed the skill, it would have been interesting to see what his reaction would have been if he knew the only reason he was able to survive was because of his only skill.
However, even if he knew, he would have rely shook his head in disdain. After all, in the end, the skill was the sole reason he was in so much trouble.
If instead of this magical power, the skill had so offensive effect which directly allowed him to kill the goblins, just how good life would have been.
Alexander’s beady eyes shook with trepidation as he scanned the figures of goblins surrounding him, his gaze empty. Slowly, despair was starting to take root in his heart.
Slowly, without even realizing it, a single tear drop slid down his cheek.
Tap!
The single drop, capturing all the pain and anguish that the fatty had experienced, fell to the ground.
Zarek continued to run, his eyes searching for sothing that could help him turn the situation in his favor.
Right now the hall was too wide—the goblins could easily surround him.
If that happened, his chance of survival would automatically get slim, to so extent even impossible.
Zarek held the dagger in his hand tightly and continued to run. However, from start to finish he had already pushed his body to its extre limits; his leg muscles felt as if they were on fire.
Before even the confrontation could begin, he was already at a disadvantage.
This can’t go on like this!
Without him realizing it, his speed had fallen considerably.
One of the goblins was able to get dangerously close to Zarek’s body—just an arm’s distance between the two.
The gap was so close that Zarek could even sll the stinking stench coming from the goblin’s mouth.
At this point, there was no way other than direct confrontation.
Zarek’s thoughts surged like lightning. He had been a sore loser all of his life—whether it was because he wasn’t gifted enough, or because of his family situation.
He realized the only thing holding himself back had been himself—his own indecisiveness, his own lazy attitude.
Now that he had gotten a second chance, he refused to repeat the sa mistake again.
Although he had never fought so many goblins before, now if fighting was the only way, then so be it.
This ti he would not shirk away from danger like a sore loser. He was going to fight with all ten of these goblins right here and win.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Zarek’s thoughts surged like lightning, the white radiance in his eyes increasing in intensity as if responding to Zarek’s determination to fight.
Without him realizing it, his mind seed to have slowly started to turn chilly, the goblins’ movents ever so slow.
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind in the form of phantoms—each was a possibility that the goblin could make.
In the next movent, however, all of these phantoms disappeared, leaving behind only a single one in which the green monster fiercely went to punch his chest.
The next mont, the phantom also crumbled, leaving a slow-moving goblin behind. The goblin’s eyes were filled with greed and bloodlust, as if Zarek’s fate had already been decided.
Zarek held the dagger tightly and turned it upside down, the sharp edge pointing upward.
Although he knew the goblin’s next move, he still didn’t rush to attack, allowing the goblin to get as close to him as possible.
He was waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Unaware of the trap, the goblin sneered in joy, its fist tightly clenched, and the monster punched.
Zarek’s eyes flashed with sharpness, the white glow in his eyes almost blinding.
This is my chance, Zarek inwardly exclaid and threw a sweeping kick aid at the goblin’s legs.
Caught unprepared, the monster imdiately stumbled, its body slowly falling toward the ground.
Before it could hit the ground, a sharp light flashed.
Puchi!
The sound of an iron object tearing through the air reverberated in the surroundings.
However, amongst the goblins’ growling noises, no one was able to pay attention to it.
anwhile, the goblin’s own friends who were also chasing after Zarek barely reacted to its death, their eyes still filled with bloodlust and cruelty.
"Co out, Misery," Zarek coldly commanded.
Imdiately, the next mont, a greedy cackle—like children finally allowed to go out and play—a loud crackle reverberated, followed by space distortion, and a three-foot figure dressed in leather armor appeared with a mad grin on his face.
Without wasting any ti, Misery jumped toward the nearest goblin like a monkey and latched onto its head with his tiny legs wrapping around the poor monster’s throat, and started punching. The unhinged nature and sheer ruthlessness in the goblin’s actions caused the other remaining eight goblins to falter for a mont.
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