Chapter 13 Goblin Lord
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Goblin Lord stood at the far end of the chamber, flanked by a Warrior and a Wizard.
Back in Beyond the Deep Darkness, he’d been just another optional boss, buried in the dungeon layers most players skipped. Weak stats, flimsy gear—a joke, if you had the canon party.
This time it was only me and her, and there was no one else to fall back on if things went wrong.
Normally, trying this five levels under the safe margin would’ve been suicide.
But we weren’t normal.
Our gear pushed us far past what the safe margin ever expected.
Same plan as the Commander fight: she’d take the Warrior, I’d take the Wizard, then we’d crush the Lord together.
The Lord moved first.
A roar split the air, dark Mana swirling around him and his minions.
Demi-Fiend’s Command.
Their killing intent spiked like knives.
The Warrior lunged for her just as she brought him into Lonisera’s range.
He grinned, gross and hungry, fists up like some leering boxer. The thing bulging at his loincloth left no mystery about what he was thinking.
His steps faltered. His arms dropped. His eyes glazed.
Charm.
Her shot cracked through the air. The Warrior’s head burst like an overripe fruit.
The Lord shrieked.
Fine—rage at her. That left me free.
Forty meters to the Wizard. Two breaths.
Wind Blast whipped from his staff, bending the dust and air. Fast.
I swept my Warhammer flat across my body. The gust shattered against it with a rubbery thud.
One breath gone.
The second carried me right into him—
—and her Mana slammed into him from the side. Energy Drain. His vitality crumbled away.
Good. No Explosion from him now.
My swing ripped his jaw clean off. Just to be sure, I brought the hammer down again, and his skull pulped with a dull crunch.
I turned.
The Lord was still swinging at her, but none of his blows came close.
Her speed had him completely outclassed. Every cut swished through nothing.
She noticed I was done and started shaping her dodges, circling him toward me.
The moment their gap closed to thirty meters, she sprang back.
The Lord’s sword whooshed through the space she’d just been, his stance collapsing from the overextension.
Perfect.
I drove in from the side, Warhammer arcing down.
”Appraisal,” I muttered.
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Goblin Lord (Demi-human type)
HP 139 / 150
Mana 30 / 45
Stamina 50 / 50
Physical Attack 35 + 13
Physical Defense 25 + 10
Magic Attack 5
Magic Defense 5
Speed 20
Movement 3
Status: Normal
Special: Command I, Evil Fiend’s Aura
Equipment: Cursed Noble Sword, Cursed Noble Light Armor
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…Tougher than I remembered. That armor wasn’t what he used to wear.
”Heavy Strike.”
I brought the hammer down like a falling boulder.
The blow rocked him backward—but didn’t break him.
Her three Mana shots slammed into his flank a heartbeat later, knocking him sideways.
None hit the head, but the armor split open under the barrage.
Blood streaked the floor where he staggered.
I pushed in, switching tactics. Couldn’t give him space.
Rengeki.
Three consecutive strikes.
The hammer cracked across his collarbone, then ripped across his ribs, then smashed down on his shoulder.
The light armor shattered like brittle glass.
He reeled.
Good.
Then he lunged.
My gut went cold.
A crushing pressure burst from him—the air itself bending.
Soul of the Gob.
The goblin racial finisher. Bosses were the only ones stubborn enough to gamble on it.
His sword howled toward me, faster than before.
I shoved my Warhammer’s shaft into its path.
Impact.
The blade tore into my side.
The world went white.
I flew—crashed—rolled until the wall stopped me.
Something tore inside. Hot copper filled my throat.
I spat blood.
Her eyes snapped to me, panic flashing.
No.
I hurled the blood from my mouth and roared.
”Finish it!!”
She flinched, then raised Lonisera. Mana surged, shots cracking in brutal rhythm.
The Lord’s shattered armor exploded apart. The holes ripped through his body like paper in a storm.
He collapsed.
His corpse dissolved into mist.
…Pathetic.
I’d let myself get sloppy, thinking it was just a goblin.
And of course, I had to do it right in front of her—the one person I actually wanted to look cool in front of.
Flat on my back, I opened my Inventory and grabbed a healing potion.
Bitter-sweet like the cheap energy drinks I used to chug, it coated my tongue and pooled heavy in my gut.
Another. And another. Five in all, until the taste stopped registering.
By the time I lowered the last bottle, she was already at my side.
Her face hovered over mine, eyes trembling, tears glassy at the edges.
”Yo… good work,” I rasped.
”Don’t you ‘good work’ me, idiot! I thought you were dead…!!”
Her voice cracked, and the tears finally spilled, warm on my cheek.
Honestly, I couldn’t blame her. That hit had even made me think I was dead for a second.
I took a slow breath. The pain was fading.
”Give me three minutes,” I said quietly. “Then I’ll be fine.”
”…Okay. But once you can walk, we’re going back.”
”No can do. Reaching floor twenty is the bare minimum.”
”Then seriously—no more of this crap. If you die, I’m coming after you, got it!?”
”Okay, okay—seriously, don’t do that. I’ll be careful.”
What kind of threat was that?
Then again, this was the same girl who once screamed “no” when I told her she could have my house and everything in it if I died.
The pain ebbed, and I sat up.
She scrambled to support me, though I didn’t really need it.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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