8 Chapter 8: Scar Faced Goblin (1/2)

Jack woke up late afternoon he had wanted to continue sleeping until he felt more at ease with himself but his hunger demanded otherwise.

He was hungry starvingafter exerting himself so much and not eating for so long his hunger was an aching pain on his mind and body.

His instincts ignored his inner turmoil forcing him to wake up and look for food.

He had slept nearby the rotting pile of clobbered Goblin flesh so the smell was god awful.

The mushed pile of pulverized flesh was now infested with giant palm sized maggots and large flies hovering above it.

Unannounced to Jack today marked the final dayof the initiation period.

The wandering goblins in the forest would soon start to come back near the Goblin Cave.

Jack: ”(*Yawn), Giii GIii” / ”Aww man.”

I stretched my arms and did some warm ups to get my body pumped.

Picking up Clyde I walked over to the pile of rotting goblin flesh and began to swing my bladed club around.

Killing the large flies in the air I started picking them up and eating them.

I picked out the giant maggots by the handful after all the flies were gone and ate my fill.

The taste wasn't bad but because the large maggots had consumed the rotting Goblin flesh I had to spit out a the remnants before I could swallow it.

Those giant maggots weren't half bad but I think I preferred the flies they had more of a crunch to them when I chewed.

The rotting chunks inside of the maggots tasted bad even by Goblin standards.

Leaving a gross aftertaste but regardless I kept eating until I had a full bloated belly.

Satisfied by the meal and with my hunger finally quenched I continued my travels towards the Goblin Cave.

While I was walking I inspected the damage on Clyde my bladed club, it was in poor condition.

The wooden board was cracked and dyed a faint blood red color that stained the bladed stones.

The stones around the clubwere no longer sharp blades but they had turned into round smoothe nubs.

The blue screen appeared before me.

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Macuahuitl

Weapon Condition: Poor

Repair Materials: Large Stone and, Lumber.

Would You like to repair?: Yes / No

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I clicked Yes and the screen disappeared.

I activated my blue claws skill to tear out a large chunk of wood from a nearbytree.

I carried the hunk of tree around to look for a large rock.

I noticed the distinct lack of rabbits the closer and closer I got to the Goblin Cave area.

This place should have had an abundance of the little critters.

At Least that's how it was the last time I was around this neck of the woods.

It's almost like theyall disappeared from the forest entirely somehow?

I put the strange curiosity to the back of my mind I was hunting for Goblin Tongues not rabbits after all.

When I stumbled upon a large enough rock I dropped the piece of woodby it.

The blue screen appeared asking me to click the highlighted materials just like before.

When I did so they disappeared from the other side of the screen and my bladed club Clyde began to shine a bright white color before returning to normal.

When the white light that engulfed my weapon disappeared Clyde had been restored to what looked like afactory new condition.

The cracks on the wooden board had disappeared along with the faint red blood coating over it.

The dull nubbed stones around the club had turned backinto pristine sharp stone blades.

My bad mood was beginning to ease up having Clyde restored was a good way to cheer me up.

It was like having your favorite broken toy be replaced by an exact brand new one.

I continued my walk to the Goblin Cave finding nothing but bugs I looked to the sky and among the trees I saw only birds.

Birds I wonder if they taste like Chicken? My stomach growled as I drooled looking up at them.

It's been a while since I've eaten anything normal the closest thing to normal I've had so far was the cooked fish.

I had no means of actually catching one though so I could only look up with hungry eyes at the birds.

Daydreaming about what it would be like to eat Fried Chicken again.

As a Yellow Goblin I ate a lot more than my green counterpart i'm not sure if this was natural or if it was because of my constant skill usage.

The use of skills to find bugs like Bug Catcher and cutting down trees with Blue Claws drained me of my stamina whenever I used them.

I walked for a few more hours not finding any rabbits I was starting to get hungry again.

Although eating felt good my constant hunger was beginning to become an inconvenience.

I needed food and these bugs no matter how many Iate would not be enough to satisfy my hunger I needed Meat!

I walked around catching whatever bugs I could in search of either a rabbit or Goblin to eat.

I scavenged the surrounding bushes eating whatever bugs and berries I could find I was getting impatient.

I searched and searched until I finally found one Meat!

A light green skinned Goblin with a scar over his right eye was traveling alone in the forest walking about without a care in the world.

Holding a dead rabbit swung behind his back with his left hand and holding a primitive stone spear in the other.

The Goblin was tall for a goblin it was not only taller than me but had a more of a muscular tone to its body than mine.

The stick of the primitive stone spear was a thick piece of straight wood that looked like it was carefully hand carved.

The tip of his spear was a refined and jagged piece of stone that was still covered in bloody stains of what smelled like Goblin blood.

held together by green vines and what looked like a stickyyellow substance in between the stone and stick.

I was too focused on eating that I ignored these key details and assumed it to be just another Generic Goblin.

Jack: ”GIII!” / ”POOP!”

(intended meaning: ”MEAT!”)

I made a mad dash towards it holding Clyde overhead ready to cave its head in with one foul swing.

The Generic Goblin dropped his rabbit and readied his spear it was not scared of my appearance and was fearless to my approach.

Unlike the rest of the other goblin's this one felt dangerous he didn't cower but instead looked pleasantly surprised by my appearance.

It had a determined look of anticipation on its face with a wide toothy smile.

Instead of running away or staying still the goblin charged back at me with his spear held up intending to impale me in my mad dash towards him.

The generic goblin with the scar over his right eye was named ”Guroh” and was the son of a renowned Yellow Goblin Elite Warrior named ”Guhor” in their tribe.

Like the rest of his brothers in his litter they had received special treatment during their hibernation and maturation period.

They were all well fed and trained in the art of combat and hunting by there father to become the tribes greatest warriors.

His father had made him and his brothers engage in deadly combat as a final test with each other so that they would gain combatexperience and level up.

Leaving only the most worthy and strongest among his litter left.

Guroh had personally killed two of his brothers from his litter during his father's training.

This would also prepare them for the death match that followed the initiation period if too many Goblins survived.

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Guroh was the runt of his older nine brothers and sisters being the most ordinary of the bunch.

Being born from his father's Goblin Harem rather than his prized humanoid slave woman.

His litter of brothers and sisters were born as ordinary mundane Goblins instead of Demi Goblins none of them had been born inheriting special skills.

As a result his father viewed him withindifference and had low expectations for Guroh when compared to his more talented children.

The most noteworthy being Demi Goblinslike Gee the alchemist or Gorgun the four armed Swordsman or Gale the Archer.

As a result Guroh worked even harder than the rest of his siblings to impress his father.

Gurohwas eager for the upcoming death match and any dangers that might come his way to gain his father's attention.

He seeked his approval and the approval of his tribe as a Goblin Warrior.

Guroh and Gia were the exception when it came to familial bonds among goblins species.

Since most goblins are born with deadbeat parents or have no known relation or idea to who their parents are.

Instead being raised by the entire tribe this was because it was not uncommon for many goblins to gang up on or share on mating partner.

Captive humans and humanoids were reserved for the higher ups of their tribe or would be gifted to worthy goblins.

Female Goblins were essentially treated as baby machines so litters born from them were considered children of the tribeand would be raised by the entire tribe if they survived initiation.

Human and humanoid females would be mostly kept for the Elites and Elders of the tribe.

Humanoid slaves sole purpose to the tribe was for giving birth to more Demi Goblins in order to raise stronger Goblins.

A clear indication for Demi Goblins being born with white hair and having a unique racial talent and skills.

This system was the norm for Goblin Culture amongst the other tribal chiefs of the Dark Forest.

Surprised by Jack's sudden appearance Guroh was happy at the chance to test out his skills on a worthy opponent and with a mighty yellow goblin at that.

Jack had swiped his arms across slashing at the air with his bladed club to break the Goblins spear but to his surprise the spear had vanished before his eyes.

Jack was relying on the brute force of his baseball swingtechnique to end the fight with one blow.

As someone who never learned how to properly fight with a weapon Jack was at a disadvantage despite the gap in power and equipment between them.

Guroh had fainted his attacks forcing Jack to swing aimlessly at nothing.

Guroh was effortlessly avoiding Jacks swing attacks and forcing him into leaving himself open to attack with faints waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Guroh's plan was to end this battle with one precise strike while Jack would eventually create a perfect opening to one of his vital areas or tire himself out.

Guroh had full confidence in winning against the strange Mustard Colored Goblin given there gap in skill.

But instead of continuing his attack Jack had stopped by the rabbit he dropped leaving Guroh a little confused.

As the Yellow Goblin did not look even slightly tired after that barrage of swing attacks.

Jack did not pursue the evading Guroh instead choosing to pick up the dead rabbit on the ground and begin eating it ferociously ignoring Guroh in the process.

Guroh as a warrior was understandably angry at his opponent for choosing to eat his meal in the middle of a fightinstead of engaging with him in deadly combat.

Guroh thought that killing Jack while his back was turned would be a waist and bring disgrace to his name so he waited.

Instead of attacking Jack mid-snack Guroh chose to let him finish the meal that he had caught with a patient but serious look on his face.

Guroh did not care about the rabbit and only cared about having a fair and good fight to become a better warrior.

He wanted the experience and victory of a fight and did not care about killing Jack.

He cared only for what Jack's death would bring him in combat and that was improvement as a warrior.

In Guroh's mind it would be good if Jack died fighting him so that he could improve.

But it would also be good if he could let him live and fight him when he was more experienced and stronger.

Jack noticed this goblins strange behavior he had anticipated on Guroh to attack him while he ate his rabbit with his back turned to him.

He would counter with his Blue Claw's destroying the spear with a surprise attack andtearing the unsuspecting Goblin to pieces.