Just do it

The dying Mary finally understood. With the undead Lord's power, how could she not be faster than Muckmire? She had done it on purpose.

Mary lost her life and collapsed to the ground. Muckmire, resolute, showed no fear of death.

This woman had driven him mad. He thought he had found true love, but Mary was no different from other hobgoblins, only coveting his power.

A black line sliced across Muckmire's neck. With a spray of green blood, his vision spun until it finally stopped. His head ceased rolling on the floor.

The intelligence about the hobgoblin kingdom differed from Alex's expectations.

First, the system's conditions for establishing a kingdom were off. The hobgoblin king didn't have King-level strength, disproving the theory that all kingdoms had at least one King-level combatant.

Alex was puzzled.