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The Goblin God's Predator Simulation System

Yes, I'm publishing it on RR. I'm Lord Trexer. Bozo, a goblin, ends up getting killed at the hands of some cruel humans. This is something normal in the world, but Bozo feels betrayed. He is angry. Why must they be hunted? Why can’t they live in peace? His rage defined odds and his hatred against humanity, awakened the slumbering entity: Predator Simulation System. [If the host gains high-rank ratings, then he will be able to get good rewards and skills from the simulation which he could use in real life.] [The death in the simulation will not affect host, but he can no longer simulate the character that has died.] Bozo, the unfortunate goblin, finally had a fortunate encounter. His plan of revenge against humanity, and his plan to build a kingdom of his own could finally set in motion after he has grown stronger, all thanks to the Predator Simulation System which was destined to belong to a monster… or being who would become a true monster in the future! … Join the discord: https://discord.gg/BSU2UZT4s2 … Inspiration for writing style is taken from: Immortal cultivation simulation, world traveler simulation system, and Reincarnated as a wolf with cheats. …

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Chapter 71: Revenge [2] - Rouz's Extreme Needs

Chapter 71: Revenge [2] - Rouz's Extreme Needs

A day ago...

Rouz and his men, a total of 5 silver knights and 20 leather knights, rode horses towards the great forest after receiving the letter from Captain Damian.

"Ugh, I'm tired. How much more do we need to travel?" Rouz asked as he tried spitting on the ground, but due to the wind, the spit traveled all the way to the leather knight named Vic behind him. The spit almost entered his mouth!

Spack!

It fell close to his right cheek. He was disgusted, instantly wiping it off as he gave an internal 'Eww' as he tried to control himself.

"Sir, they aren't too deep in the forest so approximately, just an hour," Vic wiped the dirty spit as he said this, barely containing the urge to vomit.

"One hour more!? One hour!?" Rouz screamed at the top of his lungs.

For the fat and bulky man he was, he had already been traveling for three hours. His waist almost gave in.