Goblins

With his mimic capabilities, he was able to walk like a man without problems. He can use Humanoid from now on but he still hesitated as this part of dungeons was full of monsters. He was stampeded with the thought of where to side. The humans? or monsters? Well, he still has time by the way.

He grabbed a backpack that he looted from dead adventurers and a sword.

"Onwards!" he shouted.

He also went to find armor and boots. Now it was time to cover his face but his chest his head was too large!

'Well, the adventurers would find it odd at first but will they accept a chest as a helmet? They would not do right? And so I devised a plan. I will make my head protrude from the chest and open the lid that will be put on the back. With it, I will put on a helm. Easy right?'

He went to grab the strap of his backpack and looked like a kiddie in armor. Quite nice but he was fast!

He went to find the exit of the cave but as he traveled, he saw mana cores. His mouth was salivating from it.

"Wait? Mana cores are the food of mimics? I hope I am an omnivore though," he resigned from being picky and ate a bunch of them.

Munching and munching then gulped it.

[Analyze skill activated]

[That is called mana stones]

[It could affect your Stats and growth]

With him knowing it, he ate all the mana stones he could see. Also all the plants in the cave.

[Blood herb was eaten]

[Blood herd can be made to Health potions]

[Spirit herd is eaten]

[Spirit herb can be made into mana potions]

[Energy herd is eaten]

[Energy herb can be made to Stamina potions]

"Nice!"

Munch munch munch munch

Also, he ate all the metals in the dungeons. Making him synthesize them all.

[Iron was consumed]

[Steel was consumed]

[Pouring out mana to the metals]

[Iron became Demonic Iron]

[Steel became Demonic Steel]

"Oh! Nice nice nice nice, I can make something like this?" he was contemplating.

He immediately went north and saw that there were rustlings while he was walking inside the forest.

"Hmmm? Who's it?" he asked.

Skrie! Shree! Shriek!

"Oh? A company," Rolan went to draw his sword.

The thing was, he was not a fighter and would only play along. He could not make a proper swing of a weapon.

"Come at me!" he summoned all his courage and will try his best to survive.

The goblins that were green-skinned monsters all appeared, "Hello, I am a monster too remember? We are in same species."

Kra! Shree!

They roared as they attacked him.

"Oh, they attacked! So this is a different novel, I see. I expected things, I think I know which one to side with now," Rolan muttered.

"One two three four five six, too much. I need to run!"

He immediately ran as he was chased by them. Clunking metals were heard as he ran. They all thought that he was a coward but he was not. Still evident in their faces that they were the hunters and not the ones who were hunted.

Others were in glee, others were excited to stab him till death, and others just wanna play with his carcass as they would butcher it off.

He was attacked in the back and he closed the distance. Poking the eyes of the goblin he attacked like a jab and then slashed with his sword.

Swosh!

A head flew.

Others attacked and wanted to block his path and were kicked in their faces. Sending them off.

Pow!

"Haha! Take that!"

He was attacked by several others on his front but he kicked their balls and stomped their feet. What a brutal way to fight!

Rolan was playing dirty. He grabbed dirt and threw it to their eyes. Spare the formalities, he needed to live.

He immediately ran and saw more of them coming. He went to grab one on the neck and smashed it into a leaping goblin that was about to stab him. Making their comrade the one that was stabbed instead.

He continued his path north while running and he was intercepted with more goblin village camp.

"Damn it! More of them? Well, Imma send you all to hell!"

Oraaaaaahhhh!!!

He grabbed torches and burned the villages. Making the goblins shriek in chaos. Other goblins arrived and saw their village.

Rolan immediately greeted them and they were infuriated. Especially when he laughed while their camp was burning.

"Hahahah! Good for you all little fellas! Enjoy your burning camp's view. I will splash more dirt in your eyes!"

He slashed and culled more enemies by splashing more and more dirt for their eyes to see. He immediately slashed like a battle dancer while the enemies' eyes were shut. Until their deaths.

Slash! Swosh! Swish!

Their heads went flying and limbs rolled in the dirt. Eyes teary as they felt pain and only pain. They were welps once but this was a slap to their experience as proud warriors of the goblin tribe. All was lost in just a second their eyes were filled with dirt.

It was sickening on their part that some vomited right in front of Rolan. But Rolan was merciful. He was not a psychopath either. It's just the Law of the strong prey on the weak and the natural Law of the Jungle.

Rolan immediately saw them disintegrating and saw mana cores left in their passing. It was a blinding fact that he could have a snack at the moment.

"Wow mana cores? They have that?" he jolted.

He immediately picked them up one by one and munched them. He ate his fill with a salivating mouth.

Munch munch much

Like a Mimic he was, he was slowly growing with more mana cores he would take. And it was still the start!

Making him sit on the dirt while eating as he watched the burning village the goblins once had.