I woke up, not in my bed. But on the floor.
“Right… I passed out from exhaustion last night”
I said as I stood up and looked around.
“Well then, time to… expand the “wall”!”
I said as I walked away from the camp to find some logs.
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Instead of finding logs… I found… a green midget with a tomahawk, which was made like my club… a sharp rock tied onto a stick using rags.
Luckily, it didn’t see me, since I was hidden in a bush… ha… luckily.
“Sigh”
I sighed, which wasn’t the smartest move, since the goblin noticed me!
“Huh? Hooman! No! Demon! Die Demon!”
The goblin shouted as it threw the tomahawk at me, I somehow managed to dodge it.
“Well then, time for you to die!”
I said as I hit it in the face with my club.
“Die! Demon!”
It shouted after losing a few teeth from the previous hit, as it tried to scratch me with its claws.
“Nope!”
I shouted as I dodged the scratch and kicked it in the face, knocking it over.
“Goblin! Friends! Help! Now!”
The goblin shouted desperately.
‘Seems like there’s more goblins around here’
I thought as I crushed the goblin''s head in using my club. And I proceeded to grab the tomahawk out of a nearby tree.
“Well then, time to goblin hunting”
I said with a grin as I stood in place in a fighting stance.
“Come at me you green motherfuckers!!!”
I shouted at the top of my lungs, hoping to lure some goblins to my general direction, and I climbed up a tree, hoping none of them notice me.
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They didn’t notice me. But, they did notice the goblin corpse. Which distracted them long enough for me to take two of them out.
‘Three remaining’
I thought as I jumped through the trees, clumsily.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.
“Fuck… That hurt”
I said as I jumped onto a tree branch and fell down.
“We found killer! Brethren! Attack!”
A goblin shouted, as it saw me.
“Fuck!”
I swore as I readied myself for combat, holding the club in my left hand and the tomahawk in my right.
“Bring it on fuckers!”
I taunted as I kicked the first goblin in the chest and slashed the second one’s arm.
“Kill the killer! Ha ha ha!”
The first goblin laughed as it tried to stab me, but I managed to dodge.
But, I didn’t manage to dodge the goblin behind me.
It stabbed me in the leg, with a rusted dagger.
“Fuck you too buddy!”
I said as I almost decapitated it using the tomahawk.
But, while I was busy trying to decapitate the goblin, the other two caught their breath and rushed me.
“Die!”
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
They shouted.
“Fuck off you green cunts!”
I shouted as I kicked one in the face and hit the other in the face with my club.
While they were both down, I quickly took them out using the club.
“Alright… so, I got four points from killing five goblins… I just HAD to use the tomahawk on that one! Fuck!”
I said as I stared at the corpses in front of me.
“Well then, I better find those logs.
I said as I walked around the woods.
I managed to find several logs around and managed to drag them back to camp, individually.
I tied them up with the rags, dug a hole to place each of them into and, with a single thought, dug a small trench around the camp and placed the 200 pointy sticks in them.
“Hopefully, something will be dumb enough to step there and impale their feet”
I said with a smile.
I then, finally got some pop-ups from the system.
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500 EXP
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500 EXP
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500 EXP
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500 EXP
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500 EXP
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20/50
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After looking at the usual screens, also getting annoyed the fact that the goblins were only worth double the wolves, even though they actually use WEAPONS!!! I looked at my status, to see how much longer it’ll take to get to the next level.
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STATUS
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NAME: Damien Kruel
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CLASS: Demon King
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Skills: Lottery
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Spells [None]
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LV: 5 (2500/4000)
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SP: 0
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STR: 32
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AGI: 15
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END: 20
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PER: 23
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INT: 20
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WIS: 15
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CHA: 30
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LUC: -100
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I was actually quite surprised.
“Holy shit! If I kill another… three goblins, I’ll get a level up!”
I said excitedly as I began to cook the wolf from the previous day.
“Oh right, system…”
I said.
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Yes?
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“Lottery”
I said simply.
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Rolling
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It replied, also simply.
“Holy Knight”
“Holy Armour”
“Laptop”
“Straw Pillow”
“Ninja”
“Wolf x30”
“Earth Golem x1000”
There were a lot of good things that came up, but it landed on…
“Bread x5”
I was quite angry.
“Fucking five pieces of bread? Are you fucking shitting me!?”
I shouted as I repeatedly punched the tree.
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STR +1
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“Oh! I got stronger… [Status]”
I said, as I looked at my status, again.
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NAME: Damien Kruel
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CLASS: Demon King
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Skills: Lottery
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LV: 5 (2500/4000)
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SP: 0
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STR: 35
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AGI: 15
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END: 21
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PER: 23
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INT: 20
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WIS: 15
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CHA: 30
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LUC: -100
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“I feel slightly tougher and a bit stronger! Cool!”
I said as I punched the tree again, causing it to crack slightly.
“Holy shit! Is that what a difference of three stat points does? Oh my god!... Now I feel worse about the -100 luck…”
I said depressingly, as I went to sleep in my bed made of leaves, grass, and rags.
[---THE END---]