Assassin?

- Slice!

After the combat, I dispatched the last goblin I encountered on my journey onward.

I didn't level up or get a single experience point during the waves of monsters, supporting the theory that they weren't lifeforms at all.

Even the system failed to classify it as a monster.

"Woah, that hurts." I cast healing on the gash on my hand and my robes, which were progressively corroded and stained by blood.

This was my first wound, and it was caused by a goblin.

What a piece of rubbish!

If they heard it, they'd laugh at me.

But the only thing I would tell them is that they should face a horde of goblins with four goblin shamans without using any skills.

That would silence everyone.

A goblin shaman was a vexing foe.

With its numerous curses, that piece of junk was created to annoy the hell out of people.

Fortunately, I killed three of them because I realized their danger, and the last one cursed me with corrosion, which is why I was harmed.