Self-serve buffet

Cliff had been taken to his so-called abode, although he knew these demons had never known about the aesthetic, he still hoped to be taken, at least, to one of the rooms of a Dakhatian , but those were just false hopes.

Because once he arrived there, the ogre had pushed him into a room, but this room... It was full of hobgoblins, there were all kinds of them, males, females, large, small, their bodies were dirty. battered, large cuts on their bodies and there were those whose wounds were still fresh, the putrid smell of the blue blood of the hobgoblins vaguely filling.

"It's a new toy, you can do whatever you want with it, except break it, because the master seems to like it" the ogre's voice echoed through the room, and the hobgoblin responded with barbaric growls .

At the same moment Cliff heard the door slam behind him, but he didn't look away, in this room there were fifteen..., sixteen..., no, twenty hobgoblins staring at him, their hungry gazes seemed to want to pierce him. the skin, which Cliff was forced to take a step back.

"You...not...be...Hobgoblin." A hobgoblin spoke hoarsely, who had touched him without him realizing as he backed towards the door.

After this statement, Cliff felt the tension in the room rise more and more, their gazes now clearly threatening.

He all moved forward and surrounded him without even waiting another second, they looked at him as a strange thing, as if they wanted to skin him alive to satisfy their curiosities.

A cold sweat ran down his back, when Cliff realized his situation, he had no escape, although he had a "mile steps stone" in his pocket to escape, this means that he was going to abandon Yadha, whom he had had so much difficulty convincing to pass himself off as a hostage, here, alone in this Ogre pit.

Swallowing, Cliff squeezed his stitches hard, telling himself that if one of them accidentally touched him, he would make him his punching bag.

The ogre had said that they could do whatever they wanted to him, but he had not told them that he was going to retaliate and he had not taken into account that if he discovered that he was not actually a Hobgoblin, whether they should kill him or not...

" What to do ? » Cliff had thought, there are too many of them for him, as a fighter with so little experience and in this confined space, there is no way for him to escape, if he felt that his life was threatened, but too bad there was no way out, Cliff was left alone among around twenty hobgoblins with only his fists as weapons.

Individually these hobgoblins were weaker than him, both in strength level and mana containers, Cliff was clearly superior to them, but the advantage of numbers was something to take into account, as they are heavily armed and he is not. .

But we must also take into account that Cliff too had something very dangerous, that he had spent a whole week to learn it, although he did not completely master it, but to be able to use it, it is the greatest asset there is.

Combining everything he had learned during this week that had been considered hell, it can only be for these hobegoblins, their worst nightmares.

"You... don't... Be... a hobgoblin" moaned a monster in front of him, pointing at him, the other hobgoblins were all curious about him at first, but now a hint of distrust appeared on their hideous faces.

"VENERABL-

As a hobgoblin was about to cry out to the guardian ogre, Cliff's fist landed on his face with such force that he pulverized his skull, leaving nothing but pieces of bone and bones. torn skins.

[You have killed a Variant Monster: Green Hobgoblin. ]

[You have received a Variant Essence Stone.]

[Use your "Drain" skill to absorb his abilities.]

The voice of the announcement, a voice that Cliff had not heard for over a week sounded like an echo in a canyon in his head, strangely Cliff had felt, that she had missed him.

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At the same time, all the other hobgoblins in the room were surprised, frozen, in a brief moment one of their comrades, although they were not that close, but still, they all served as entertainment for the great ogre chief, they fought until they hurt each other, without hating each other, they considered themselves warriors, if the great ogre master had ordered them, they would be ready to give their lives, if necessary, but this to be killed by an unknown creature who pretended to be one of their own, wasn't that the greatest insult of all?

Immediately after killing him, the imposter looked at his hands, even after having given such a blow, his hand remained such that one would not have thought that this same hand had just smashed a skull.

Suddenly, his expression changed, all the fear he had seemed to disappear, leaving an impassive face with dull eyes, wearing the same look and expression that the other ogres had towards them... This disdainful look, this blank stare, this lack of listlessness in his eyes, as if everyone around him in this room were simple insects who didn't even deserve to be crushed.

"Ohw… I didn't know goblin heads could be so fragile," the imposter said suddenly, his voice reaching them with a hint of sneer that threw all the other hobgoblins in the room into a rage.

"Or are it my fists that are harder than steel itself? COME COME CROWD friends, we'll check it out together."

After this statement, if someone was sharp enough, or if they augmented their eyesight with mana, they could have seen a flow of energy rushing down her arms, colliding with her to become nothing more than one, this same flow of energy seemed to be shaped so that these edges which rippled like a fire crackling on dry wood, to become sharp and in that same instant the energy stabilized and it took the full form of his arms.

All their instincts were screaming at them for danger, but strangely, they didn't choose to step back, it was as if he had a force that was pulling them towards him, like an appetizing dish that was begging them to eat it.

Without thinking they grabbed their weapons and with fierce greed they rushed at him.