Man, lingering head pain is just the worst! Id honestly forgotten how bad a headache could feel.
Three days had passed since Id brought Libby out of her shell and into the glorious possibilities of a brand-new world! No more would she suffer in silence in her luxurious high-rise apartnt, sleeping comfortably when she felt like it, eating and drinking whatever she wanted, and playing exciting gas on her ultra-spec computer all day.
Now, she was out here, experiencing LIFE!
Libby hadnt thanked yet, but I knew it was coming! Shed actually been pretty quiet ever since accidentally dropping that rock on the back of my skull and then turning off my healing powers and forcing to endure the pain. Which was also an accident, I was sure.
We were partners!
I hope she didnt feel embarrassed. She had a lot to take in. I was sure shed be back to her usual self as soon as she adjusted to the reality of reality. In the anwhile, we continued down the path at a casual pace. We hadnt run into anyone for quite so ti, not even stragglers from the Pal-dian caravan.
I was a little disappointed that Clarity and her sister hadnt returned and made a move against . Clarity been a fun opponent! Sure, the sobbing and begging for her life had quickly grown tedious, but the buildup to it had been top notch excitent! I really did need to fight more vampires.
It made a little wistful to think of all the possible experience points Id missed out on. I had a feeling that Clarity would have provided a nice chunk of them. Plus, she had several abilities that I really wouldnt have minded taking for myself. Her power of teleportation for instance. Or her telekinesis! Oh, man, it would have been tough having to choose!
As I ruminated over the possibilities, a sudden cry for help broke my concentration. I looked in the direction the shout had co from, then turned to Libby for instructions.
I also took a mont to admire my tailoring. For her, I'd made a practical traveling outfit similar to my own, but she'd insisted on a large black hooded coat instead of a cloak like mine. As it turned out, Libby hated cloaks and capes. She thought they were impractical.
Go figure?
Please! Please, in the na of the gods, soone saaave ! screeched a warbling male voice.
Okay, we should definitely do sothing, right? I asked her.
Jesus, Max, yes! Libby said in exasperation. If you hear soone screaming for help, you should help them! Its not sothing you need to think about.
Hey, Im just checking! I said to her in reply. "Just making sure I'm doing this right."
I cast [Duplication] x 2 and summoned two axes into existence. I then used [Earth Mastery] to charge each one with a magnetic field. I stepped onto mine pretty easily, but Libby looked extrely uncomfortable and uncertain, so I used [Rooting] to tie her into place on hers with a couple of large vines, after blunting her axes blade so she wouldnt accidentally cut herself.
Then we took off into the air!
OhmygodmaxIhatethisIfuckinghaaaaaaatethis! she squealed as we soared through the sky.
No, you dooooont! I said with a chuckle. This is aweso! Na one person who wouldnt love to go sky surfing on a magical axe?
EEEEEEEEEEEE! she scread.
Heh, what a kidder!
In no ti flat, we ca across the sight of an old man whod sohow managed to climb up a tree and was now desperately kicking away at the head of a younger, rough looking guy whod followed him up and was trying to pull him down. There were seven other people with him, all ard, all laughing their heads off at the old mans fear.
Bandits, Libby said with a frown. Clearly the kind who kill their victims. Max, why dont you go down there and say hello?
Can I kill them? I asked hopefully.
It really bothers that thats the first thought that cos to your mind in a situation like this, she said.
Im as basic as one plus one. Besides, these guys are committing elder abuse! Thats not right!
Fiiiine. But if they attempt to surrender, let them. Libby said.
Hooray! I said happily.
I then positioned my axe carefully above the tallest one in the bandit group. Then I took a big step forward and let myself drop down.
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Tyker! What the hells taking so long, just kill the old bastard already! Larson called out.
He and the boys had been cracking their gums for nearly fifteen minutes watching the sad old fool begging for help that would never co. They'd laughed even harder when Larson had sent Tyker up there to kill him and was instead getting increasingly battered about his head by their intended victims desperate kicks.
But, amusing as it had been, they had other business to conclude this night.
There was a cage back at base, now filled with terrified captive beauties, and if Larson wanted to have so fun with a fresh one that best suited his tastes, they had to hurry back to their hideout before the boss got the party started. Otherwise, it would be second or third picks, and by then, those won wouldnt be attractive prospects anymore.
Just goblin fodder.
To Larsons annoyance, however, Tyker got another kick in the face, and this one was delivered with sufficient force to knock the bandit off the tree and onto his ass. Larson flinched when he heard a brittle popping sound, and saw Tyker rolling around screaming in pain, clutching his rear. It looked like that fall had broken the poor bastard's tailbone.
Alright, enough of this shit! Larson yelled. Tall Paul, would you please do the honors?
Tall Paul, whose na was Paul and who was indeed tall, grinned murderously and began walking towards the tree.
Larson smirked to himself, knowing he was about to see a show! Tall Paul had to be the vengeance of so evil god against the whole of humanity. He was more than seven feet tall and brimming with malice and violence. Larson wouldnt have been surprised if he had a drop or two of giants blood in his veins. Tall Paul was a killer, a thief, a wanton violator of the basic tenants of decency civilization was based upon.
He was also absolutely; the most terrifying and wrathful creature Larson had ever co across in his life. Paul didn't just kill for pleasure. He killed out of a desperate, unspoken urge to destroy. Larson let him indulge that urge, and slowly fashioned him into his ultimate weapon. One day, with Paul's strength backing him up, Larson would take over the entire gang!
It was inevitable. Larson's ascent was practically preordained! Tall Paul...
...made a funny sound when the stranger landed on him from above and made his body go splat!
Larson and the gang stared blankly at the stranger that was standing in the ruined bits of gore and at that had been their comrade. For his part, the stranger seed not to notice, except to carefully wipe his boots on the grass.
Hullooooo! he called out cheerfully with a friendly wave of his hand.
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"Whoreson! You shit encrusted filth! Thats our mate youre standing on! scread an angry man who I assud was the leader of this group. Have you nothing tsay for yourself?!
Uh, he made for a soft landing? I replied.
Oh, they didnt like that. They didnt like that at all!
KILL THIS BASTARD! their leader scread.
Jeez, why even ask the question if you're going to freak out?
Seriously, is na calling ever called for? They made an inquirey and I gave a proper response! I didnt even go with my first instinct, which was to break out my Super Mario impression and say Itsa ! when I squashed that ape like a goombah.
That was a wonderful display of self-restraint!
Honestly, no one appreciates .
Lets see. Six of them remaining. Each one a respectable level fourteen. Each ard with daggers and swordsoh, the boss had a stealth skill! Okay, definitely killing that guy. Ehhh, none of them possessed any weapon mastery skills, so theyd be pretty boring to fight personally.
Oh, cool! One of them had a pouch filled with silver coins!
But wait! I couldnt just jump straight into the slaughter! Libby was circling above , possibly taking notes. I had to show her how seriously I was taking our new arrangent.
Hey, hold on, just hold on, one mont!" I called out to them.
"Ahem! Gentleman, please allow to offer you this chance to surrender! (Please dont! Please dont!). Throw down your weapons, and Ill spare your lives. You dont have to if you dont want to, but Im just letting you know that survival is an option for you, kay?
Fuck yourself, shit-mouth! bellowed one of them.
Hurray! That was a no!
Using [Earth Mastery] I cast a targeted magnetic field on that pouch of silver. I had to really increase the power of the field in order to magnetize it, though. I guess Silver is only lightly magnetic and unaffected by weak fields. Luckily, I could pump as much power into it as I wished, so my plan wasnt deterred.
The pouch ca flying just short of my hand, ripped free of its owners belt. Then I made a flicking motion. The coins ca tearing out of their container and shot into the bandits bodies at high speed, passing easily through them and exploding out of their torsos, leaving terrible exit wounds that quickly bled them out if they hadn't been killed outright.
All six them, dead from one shot each.
Bang! Bang!
Max! Libby called out from above.
What? I asked her.
Congratulations! You have acquired 14,000 experience points! You are now level seventeen!
Lib, why are you yelling this at ? I asked her.
I dont know! I just feel compelled to! Shut up and listen! You have now acquired the skill: [Stealth]. You have now acquired the skill: [Silent Step]. Congratulations!
Thanks! I appreciate it!
Youre welco! Now get DOWN from here!
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Haahahahahah! I howled in uncontrollable laughter.
Max, now isnt the ti for this! Libby said to urgently. Stay focused.
I know, I know, I know, Im sorry. But, Libby, these things are called Fog Goblins. Can you imagine that? Waking up every morning and knowing before you even get out of bed that theres no point to existing because youre a mber of a species called Fog Goblins.
After helping the old guy down from the tree and giving him a little ti to calm himself, he began telling us why the bandits had been after him. It sounded expository and dull, so I quickly lost interest but tried not to show it on my face.
Just when I feared the old guy would never stop speaking, he said the na of a species of intelligent humanoid monsters that were apparently a big part of this problem. According to him, they were called...
They were called...
Called
Called(Hahahahaha!)
They were calledFog Goblins!
Ill admit its a silly sounding na, Max, but Libby tried to say.
Doesnt their na sound like a dirty euphemism for sothing? I asked her. Their babysitters were probably like: Hey, knock it off, I see what youre doing you nasty little fog goblin! Go wash your hands or Im telling your mom!
Max
I bet their hair sticks up straight
Max, seriously
I bet I know what the key ingredient to Fog Goblin cheese is!
Okay, Max, stop it right now, youre being gross! Rember when you agreed to listen to my instructions? Well, this is one of them! No more Fog Goblin jokes! And no more giggling whenever you hear the word Fog Goblin. Okay?
Aww, that ones going to be hard! I complained.
Max!
All right, all right, fine, fine, I agreed unhappily.
Okay, then, Libby said before turning back to the old man. Now, sir: If Fog Goblins--"
(hehehehehehehehe!)
Max!
I didnt do anything!
Then why are you covering your face? Why are you covering your face, Max?
I refused to speak and turned my back towards her so she couldnt see .
Good. Stay exactly like that, she commanded. And remain quiet!
Oh, man. Walking the path of redemption sure was haaaard. I bet Anakin Skywalker himself would have broken under a taskmaster like Libby. She wasnt going to let get away with anything!
Heh. Fog Goblins.
No! Stop it, Max! Stop laughing! I needed to show Libby how serious I was about this! Repeat after : Fog Goblins arent funny! (lies!) Fog Goblins arent funny! (lies!) Fog Goblins arent funny! (Lies!)
Damn you, Fog Goblins! (Hehehe!) I wont let you impede my progress! Im going to conquer this gradual journey to morality! Im going to beco a Hero! Watch and see if I dont!
Max? Libby said as she snapped her finger around my head a few tis.
Huh? Oh, sorry. I was being introspective. Thinking deep thoughts. Pondering the nature of heroism
Fog Goblins, said Libby.
HAHAHAHAHA! I snorted out before I could stop myself.
Fucking knew it, Libby said vehently.
Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry! Its justaahhhh, what a funny word. What a funny, funny word.
Emphasizing it wont make your behavior any less annoying, Max.
Ill get ahold of myself, I swear! Justjust let bask in this for a mont.
No ti! Libby proclaid. Listen, Max: Ive gotten all the necessary details from this poor man. His granddaughter and a dozen other girls from his village are being trafficked to the Fog Goblins-STOP! Laugh just once more, and I swear Ill brain you again. "
I stopped laughing.
Libby continued.
"Ahem. The victims are being delivered via a gang of human bandits who kidnap and sell the girls to the goblins for their...usage. In order to safely infiltrate their den, were going to defeat those bandits and steal the totem of safe passage the goblins gave them to allow entrance to their lair.
Why dont we just skip the middlen and smash the den open? I asked her.
The priority is rescuing the kidnapped won, Max. Theres an excellent chance they havent been delivered to the goblins yet. If thats the case, well defeat the bandits and free them first. After that, then well take on the Fog GobMax, for GODS SAKE, control yourself!
HAHAHAHA! Its such a stupid na! HAHAHAHA! I said as I rolled on the ground laughing.
Max, you understand what theyre going to do to those won, right? Theres nothing funny about these creatures.
Huh? Wait, you dont an
I do. Fog Goblins are vicious, predacious, beasts. And theyll show absolutely no restraint with their captives. Theyll use them to
Stop! Okay, you can stop, I said. Shit. I was hoping these things would be more codic, Like World of Warcraft goblins. But youre telling theyll be more like Goblin Slayer goblins, and those things arent any fun at all.
And what precisely is a Goblin Slayer goblin? Libby inquired.
Ugh. Nasty bastards. The principal villains of a show I used to watch back on my old world. It was really good, but if youre going to pull up the first episode from my mories of it, I strongly recomnd you skip forward from 9:10-to-9:32 and just tell yourself the female monk got beaten up.
She didnt just get beaten up though, did she?
No, Libby, she did not.
Libby shivered. Ugh. Creatures like that just sort of bring the whole vibe down, dont they?
I dont find them very amusing, I said solemnly.
Well then, good thing we get to go kill a bunch of them today, right?
I think that was the happiest I'd heard her sound all week.
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