Almost as Enjoyable as Reading

Woosh! The sound of countless arrows being released from bows spread throughout the surroundings, the sharp, cold arrow tips slicing through the air toward their targets.

"Goblin Archers, fire!" screamed Chief Red Skull, his voice reverberating across the chaotic battlefield. He stood tall above the walls of the goblin village, his eyes fixed on the formidable enemies before him.

Growl! The earth trembled as the ogres crushed the ground beneath their feet, leaving deep footprints in their wake. The ground shook with each heavy step, sending vibrations through the air that unsettled even the bravest goblins.

Ding! Ding! Sharp arrows struck the thick skin of the ogres, barely penetrating the hide of these colossal creatures. The arrows only served to enrage them, fueling their charge toward the goblins. Their tiny, savage eyes sparkled with greed, fixated on the especially delicious goblins.

After ten continuous barrages, in which only six ogres fell, the goblins gritted their teeth and prepared to take their weapons outside the walls. They needed to act before the enemy got too close to the village. Dozens of goblin spearmen and swordsmen poured from the main gate, worried expressions etched across their faces. Their footsteps fell into an orderly rhythm, forming a defensive line against the approaching threat.

"Hey, Black Ash, do you think we'll make it to the meat feast tomorrow?" asked a goblin spearmen, glancing at a fellow goblin wielding a sword in trembling hands.

"Is the meat feast really the thing on your mind right now? Are you serious, Yellow Stone?" replied the trembling goblin, his voice tinged with panic. But the question seemed to ease his nervousness as he looked toward the massive ogres charging in the distance, their heavy footsteps resonating like thunder.

"Hehe, of course the meat feast is on my mind! You know meat is always on my mind! Gahh ha!" laughed the spearmen, tightening his grip on the spear. The ogres were almost upon them, their massive frames casting ominous shadows over the goblins.

"We will make it! We have to! Tomorrow, there will be three-tailed deer meat—the most delicious of all meats!" declared the goblin swordsman, his voice rising with determination.

"Yes, you're right, like always," said the spearmen. Just then, a deep, powerful voice spread across the air, regaining the focus of the frightened goblin warriors.

"Protect the village! Protect the altar!" screamed Chief Red Skull from the center of the goblin formation, clad in his red-scaled armor and wielding a large spiked club. His eyes were resolute, knowing he might die here protecting the altar, but with little hope of actual success.

Boom! Splash! The two forces collided. Huge wooden clubs wielded by the ogres crashed into the goblin formation, sending the goblins at the front flying through the air. Blood sprayed from the ragdolling bodies as they fell to the ground, mingling with the dirt.

Thwack! Slash! Goblin spearmen began thrusting their sharp spears into the thick skin of the heavy ogres. Lines of blood dripped from the wounds, while goblin swordsmen cut into the flesh, creating small fissures. It was clear that it would take a tremendous effort to bring down even one of these ruthless beasts.

As the battle raged on, blood pooled on the trampled ground, and the bodies of ogres and goblins scattered across the battlefield. The air was filled with the cacophony of screams and savage roars echoing in the distance.

Red Skull looked at his falling warriors and the tenacious ogres swinging their heavy clubs. Sorrow filled his heart as he thought, I am sorry, my precious daughter. It seems I won't be able to protect the village. He tightened his grip on the spiked metal club, steeling himself to face the charging ogre before him, determined to die defending the altar rather than let these damned savages approach it.

Just as the ogre's thick wooden club was about to collide with his own, a huge shadow loomed behind the savage ogre, casting a deep shadow across it. As the setting sun illuminated the battlefield, bloody red eyes locked onto the ogre.

Splash! Blood sprayed across Red Skull's red-scaled armor as the body of his enemy exploded. Huge broken bones whistled through the air, shocking him into momentary stillness.

A primordial roar swept across the chaotic battlefield, making the legs of all present creatures tremble. Their hearts raced, almost bursting from fear as the once-loud sounds faded into silence.

Red Skull nearly fainted from the powerful roar. His eyes almost rolled back, but thanks to the mental strength bestowed upon him by the altar, he fought to resist the deafening sound—an ability not shared by many of his warriors. Many fainted, their bodies collapsing to the blood-soaked ground, blending with the dead.

"What is this creature?!" screamed the chief. He dashed backward, finally able to see the terrifying being before him. Powerful muscles rippled across a beastly body, white as snow, with pure black stripes marking its massive frame. It stood almost twice as tall as an ogre. Its massive head, crowned with sharp, curved horns, demanded submission and authority, making all beings feel inferior in its presence. Red Skull almost prostrated himself before the beast, but thankfully he resisted the urge. His thoughts raced: What do we do now? The situation was already dire; now it's just hopeless! We will die!

At that moment, the beast's powerful muscles tensed. Like a flash of white lightning, it appeared before another ogre. The startled creature only managed to let out a low growl before its head and half of its upper body were obliterated by a huge paw armed with sword-like claws, effortlessly tearing flesh and shattering bones. The mangled ogre's body fell into the blood-soaked ground with a thud.

"They are so weak! I was worried for nothing," I thought to myself, a mocking tone creeping into my mind.

Initially, I nearly turned away after witnessing the gruesome battlefield, where goblin corpses lay scattered and towering ogres swung their clubs ruthlessly, reducing the unlucky goblins to crushed meat paste. A sight that would have made me faint in my previous life appeared, through my new eyes, as something truly beautiful. The red soul spheres of the fallen goblins drifted slowly from their bodies, ascending toward the goblin nest, creating a surreal, almost mesmerizing spectacle.

If Red Arrow hadn't screamed in panic at me, I might have stood there, absorbed in the stunning scene. Thankfully, his shout pulled me from my trance, and I dashed toward an ogre about to attack a conspicuous goblin wearing red armor, standing taller than the others—presumably the mysterious goblin chief. I immediately sprang into action with an unusual confidence, perhaps coming from my height or the surge of power flowing through my body. Whatever the source, it gave me the courage to make my first attack, and with that, I realized how weak they were—or perhaps I was just too strong. Either way, a single strike was enough to bring me immense satisfaction as my claws shredded the skin and broke the ogre's bones, inadvertently causing me to roar.

I never thought I would enjoy something like this! It was almost as enjoyable as reading, which both thrilled and frightened me. Thankfully, the ogres were extremely hideous, which made it somewhat acceptable not to feel guilty about killing them.

Now, focusing on the matter at hand: there were still ogres left, and since I couldn't read right now, enjoying this feeling was the second-best option to settle for.