He cut through their ranks with steady movents, disrupting group attacks, breaking their formations, and eliminating them one after another. Even when they surrounded him, his intent field turned their numbers into weakness.
Every step he took carried pressure.
Every strike carried certainty.
The goblins’ resistance crumbled.
So tried to flee, but their movents slowed within the field and Arthur caught them easily. Others attacked in desperation, only to fall monts later.
The camp soon beca a field of bodies with only few living goblins remaining.
Arthur stood in the center, breathing steadily, surrounded by fallen monsters. The thrill still lingered in his veins, and a satisfied smile rested on his face.
Blood stained his clothes and blade, yet his eyes remained calm.
Arthur exhaled slowly.
The camp was already collapsing, and the fight had lost its rhythm. What remained was cleanup.
The goblin casters were the last problem.
They screeched from the back lines, waving crude staffs, trying to gather mana. Their chants were broken and ssy, and their coordination had long fallen apart.
Arthur didn’t rush. He walked.
And that alone made the remaining goblins panic.
One caster lifted its staff.
A sharp whistle cut through the air.
Thud.
Arthur’s dagger sank clean into its throat.
The creature collapsed, choking on its own blood.
Another tried to retreat into a tent. Arthur stepped forward, intent step activating beneath his feet, his body gliding across the ground in a blur. His hand closed around its skull.
"Too slow."
Crack.
The body went limp.
The last caster attempted a desperate spell. A weak green light gathered around its staff.
Arthur tilted his head.
Then Intent Weave spread.
Invisible threads tightened across space. The caster’s movent stalled, its casting disrupted, its stance collapsing under invisible pressure.
Arthur stepped in and finished it with a clean strike.
Silence followed.
No elite goblin.
No hidden commander.
No stronger presence waiting in the shadows.
Just a camp.
A simple camp that had grown where it shouldn’t exist.
"...That’s disappointing," Arthur muttered, wiping his blade on a corpse.
He had expected more. Sothing stronger. Sothing worth the risk.
But at the sa ti, this made the cleanup easier.
And the system clearly agreed.
✦══════════════════════════════════════✦
❂ SOVEREIGN INTENT SYSTEM ❂
✦══════════════════════════════════════✦
⟦ Intent Point Evaluation ⟧
• Target: E-Rank Goblin Caster
• Base Intent Points: 3
⟬ Modifiers Applied ⟭
→ Solo Elimination Bonus: 10%
→ Intent Alignnt Bonus: 20%
→ Sustained Intent Control Bonus: 15%
━━━ CALCULATION ━━━
3 × 1.35
━━━ INTENT POINTS GAINED ━━━
✦ 4.05 IP ✦
✦══════════════════════════════════════✦
The soft glow faded across his vision, but another ssage appeared.
✦══════════════════════════════════════✦
❂ SOVEREIGN INTENT SYSTEM ❂
✦══════════════════════════════════════✦
⟦ Intent Point Evaluation ⟧
• Target: E-Rank Goblin Warrior
• Base Intent Points: 3
⟬ Modifiers Applied ⟭
→ Decisive Kill Bonus: 45%
━━━ CALCULATION ━━━
3 × 1.35
━━━ INTENT POINTS GAINED ━━━
✦ 4.05 IP ✦
✦══════════════════════════════════════✦
Arthur smirked.
More notifications layered over each other.
✦══════════════════════════════════════✦
❂ SOVEREIGN INTENT SYSTEM ❂
✦══════════════════════════════════════✦
⟦ Intent Point Evaluation ⟧
• Target: E-Rank Goblin Scout
• Base Intent Points: 3
⟬ Modifiers Applied ⟭
→ Higher Combat Efficiency Bonus: 15%
→ Battlefield Control Advantage: 10%
→ Intent Alignnt Bonus: 20%
━━━ CALCULATION ━━━
3 × 1.35
━━━ INTENT POINTS GAINED ━━━
✦ 4.05 IP ✦
✦══════════════════════════════════════✦
And more ca.
One after another.
The system chid repeatedly across his vision, numbers stacking, rewards flowing in steadily like quiet rain.
Arthur brushed them aside with a flick of his will.
He would check the total later.
Right now, sothing else mattered.
Profit.
He looked around at the corpses scattered across the camp.
A slow smile spread across his face.
"I really made a ss here."
But he got straight to work.
Arthur moved efficiently between the bodies.
No wasted motion.
His dagger slid into goblin chests with precise cuts, extracting the small glowing cores hidden within their flesh. Each one pulsed faintly with condensed mana.
One.
Two.
Three.
He worked fast.
His movents were calm, almost practiced, as if he had done this hundreds of tis. He avoided damaging the cores, carefully separating them from surrounding tissue.
A damaged core ant less money.
And Arthur hated waste.
Weapons ca next.
Crude blades, bone daggers, chipped armor pieces, enchanted trinkets stolen from past explorers. Most were poor quality, but quantity itself had value.
He stored everything.
The storage device flickered each ti he deposited an item, space folding neatly to contain the growing haul.
He glanced at it briefly.
"That thing alone already paid for itself."
Without it, carrying this much loot would have been impossible. He would have been forced to abandon half of it.
And after this fight, abandoning profit would feel like a cri.
He moved toward the tents.
The sll hit first.
Rotting at, damp cloth, and stale blood.
Arthur ignored it and pushed inside.
Inside were piles of scavenged items. Torn bags. Rusted weapons. Broken gear from unlucky explorers who never made it out.
And so useful things.
A half-damaged mana ring.
Several intact weapon.
Arthur collected them all.
If a mutating dungeon could offer this much, then the risk was worth it.
More than worth it.
He stepped out of the tent and looked across the camp again.
The ground was soaked red.
Bodies everywhere.
And value everywhere.
This dungeon reset in hours...
The thought lingered.
A cleared dungeon had ford a goblin camp again in less than a day. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t safe.
It was dangerous.
Unpredictable.
But Arthur felt excitent instead of fear.
Danger ant opportunity. And opportunity ant growth.
Perhaps he could find another camp if he moved quickly enough.
Maybe.
It was unlikely. As this level of luck rarely repeated itself.
But he wasn’t the type to give up on possibility.
"I just need to be faster than everyone else."
He nodded to himself.
Simple.
When the system notifications finally stopped, Arthur checked his total gain.
From this single fight, he had earned roughly 78 Intent Points.
Far beyond what an ordinary mission like this should provide.
His chest felt warm.
That amount of growth from one encounter could push his developnt forward significantly.
Even he hadn’t expected this.
A low rank mission had turned into a treasure field.
He laughed quietly.
"Not bad at all."
He continued gathering what remained.
He chose carefully.
High quality weapons.
Undamaged armor.
Intact cores.
Valuable materials.
Everything else, only a few broken scraps and ruined equipnt, he left behind.
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