The Man Who Killed the King (2)

Anton told about his experience in the first five days of the Trial.

When Anton was dropped here, there was nobody present apart from him. He had explored the surroundings, but didn't find anybody but the goblins. First, he didn't engage with them at any incursion; he managed to flee on most of the occasion. But the goblins didn't rest well, came after him with an increasing number each time.

That was when Anton had enough. Wrik knew Anton was not good with patience. After that, whenever he came across those goblins, he didn't run like previous times. He assaulted them even before they were prepared. He alone persecuted packs of goblins. Anton had quite a hard time alone, fighting the goblins. The injuries he had taken were quite a lot, though most of them were not serious enough.

On the first day, his condition was quite stable, but as the day progressed the number of goblins that molested him rose. He fought day and night for the next two days. Until he got a quest to assassinate the goblin chief, with a map of their colony. He couldn't tell if it's the second or third day he got that quest. His mind was that much messed up.

On the fourth day, Anton trailed behind a pack of goblins and found their dwellings in a subterranean region. That was the turning point; after he located the dwelling, he didn't just leave the place, at that time his mental health was quite unstable. Anton had an urge to assassinate the goblin chief for all the irritations and suffering the goblins caused him, not to mention the reward for the quest.

Anton didn't know if it's for the reward of the quest or the petty revenge over the goblins, he just wanted it.

He sneaked behind the goblin chief for a few hours, before finding a chance to deal a blow while it was dumping. Yes, a bad time to die. He didn't even let the poor chief to shit in peace. Well, the goblin chief did shit in peace for eternity.

Although the goblin chief didn't die in one blow, the ambush was still deadly enough to cut off half of its strength. Even Anton himself was astonished at his gut. If he had made a minor mistake there, the chances of fleeing were close to nothing.

After he successfully pulled himself away from there, he seemed to fill up some conditions and succeed in a class. He got to choose from a few options before choosing the job of an assassin. Well, high-risk high return, but it didn't just stop there.

This seemed a happy ending to the story, but the goblins were disinclined to end it that way. The goblins chased after him as they found out about the death of their lord. It appeared that their chief being assassinated in their own abode made them frenzied and crazy enough to chase after him with no rest.

Anton didn't back down either, with his newfound strength and class—he rose to the challenge. For the next two days, he spent relentless hours fighting them, as the grasp on his own ability became more potent; he slaughtered them with frenzy, as well.

At the time when Wrik found him, he was in no condition for battle, his head was dizzy, his limbs were void of strength, but Anton still confronted the herds of the goblin with an empty stomach and rage in mind. Only one thought remained in his heart that was to kill every goblin that remained. Crazy indeed.

Everyone looked at Anton as if he was a maniac. The boy, Lan, became quite uncomfortable hearing out the entire story, while Davin looked at it with a peculiar gaze.

"So, what's the title of the class?" Wrik opened his mouth, stomaching everything Anton went through.

"Shadow Stalker. Ahh…" As a genuine guy who liked to chatter, Anton opened his mouth unknowingly. Though the title sounded cool, it's a bit creepy in other ways. But it matched well with Anton.

"Now, it would be easier for you to stalk girls, no?" Wrik gave Anton a knowing smug. Anton grinned out as well, but recalled there are many presents here. Not to mention the two fair ladies.

"What are you talking about? I . . . Ahem! I never . . ." Ton lowered his eyes from his gaze and denied.

On the other hand, Davin looked dumbly at them. "What are you two talking about?"

After he saw the pleading gesture from Ton, he didn't press on the matter for now. Nonetheless, it was not stalking. Anton termed it like guarding beautiful flowers against insects and pests, though Wrik didn't know if the flowers agreed with that or not.

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NEXT CHAPTER: RAGE OF THE GOBLINS.

The next chapter (five-part) will be the main event of part one: A Beginning.

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