A Goblin's End!

Siverra felt a surge of fear grip him for the first time in his life. "I have to get out of here, but how?" he muttered to himself, his eyes darting around for a means of escape.

The goblin king lunged towards him, its razor-sharp claws poised to strike. Siverra braced himself for the impact, but to the goblin's surprise, the Siverra disappeared without a trace.

"I know what I must do," he thought, determination in his voice. He fast-forwarded time by 600 years and found himself in the Romantica Kingdom. But what caught his attention were the guards - they were Crocoplants, a rare and fearsome species known for their strength.

"Interesting," Siverra murmured, a sly smile crossing his face. "I suppose my plans have succeeded." With a flick of his hand, he cast the spell Magic Power, which enabled him to locate the nearest and strongest monster of any species.

He found one called Chad, he brainwashed it and then he exited the dimension. The goblin quickly saw this and calculated the situation, he jumped back and was on the defense!

Chad then immediately pounced onto the Goblin with it's mouth open wide and the Goblin attempted to attack it but it was futile.

The piercing scream of the goblin echoed throughout the cavernous chamber. "GRYAA!" he shrieked, the sound reverberating off the walls. But just as suddenly as the scream had begun, it was silenced by a sudden, overpowering force.

Glortax the II, the mighty goblin warrior, was consumed in an instant, his life snuffed out like a flickering flame. As he felt his essence slip away, his mind drifted to memories of his loved ones. He thought of his mother, who had always pushed him to be strong, to fight for what he believed in. He remembered the times spent with his children, teaching them to wield a sword and to embrace the power of the goblin spirit.

But most of all, his thoughts turned to his wife. She was the one who had stood by him through thick and thin, the one who had always been there to pick him up when he had fallen. As his life force faded away, Glortax could feel her presence, her love, surrounding him like a warm blanket.

With a final, rasping breath, Glortax the II surrendered to the inevitable. But even in death, he knew that he had become someone strong, someone worthy of his mother's love and respect. And though he would be missed by those he left behind, he was content in the knowledge that he had lived a life full of meaning and purpose.

Siverra's heart sank as he looked upon the skeletal remains of the man before him. "He had a family... just like I did," he thought, his voice barely above a whisper. The realization hit him hard - this man had only been trying to protect his loved ones, and yet he had been struck down in cold blood.

Guilt washed over Siverra like a tidal wave. "They didn't even do anything wrong," he lamented, his voice heavy with regret. "I just wanted exp." As he looked upon the scene before him, he couldn't help but see it through the eyes of the Skeleton, not as a Human. It was a truly eye-opening experience for him.

"What have I done for my greed?" he asked himself, his voice choked with emotion. Siverra was overwhelmed with depression, his thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of guilt and self-loathing.

Suddenly, he heard a heart-wrenching sound that snapped him back to reality. "User has leveled up to level 8!" the notification blared, ringing in his ears like a sickening taunt. The joyless message served as a harsh reminder of the cost of his actions.

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(A/N : POV will now just be character names)

Shira

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Shira trudged on, her feet aching from the endless walking. She had been searching for a week now, hoping to find some clue as to the whereabouts of the elusive skeleton. She had followed every Mana Trail she could find, but still, she had come up empty-handed.

"Why can't I find that damn skeleton?" she grumbled to herself, frustration lacing her voice. "It should be obvious with all the Mana it's been using."

As she walked, Shira couldn't help but feel a strange connection to the skeleton. It was as if she was drawn to it, almost as if it were calling out to her. She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts from her mind.

"What's wrong with me?" she mused out loud. "Why do I feel this weird sense of attachment to a pile of bones?"

But try as she might, she couldn't shake the feeling. And every night since she had first encountered the skeleton, she had dreamed of an alternate world. A world where she was with a man she had met when she was just a child, the only one who had ever truly cared for her.

The dreams were vivid and real, and she could feel every touch, every kiss. It was as if she was living in two worlds at once, and the lines between them were becoming increasingly blurred.

In the alternate world, where war was an ever-present reality, her husband was often away. But she was a loyal and devoted wife who respected his duty. Every time he returned home, she would dress in her favorite attire and listen with rapt attention as he regaled her with tales of his time in the battlefield. In turn, she would share her own experiences and those of their children.

Lately, however, a man had been bothering her, showering her with expensive gifts and clothing in an attempt to win her affection. But her heart belonged to her husband, and she had no interest in this other man. Growing increasingly frustrated, he began to pester her, even going as far as to demand repayment for money he claimed she owed him.

Of course, this was ridiculous, and she knew it. She tried her best to ignore him and not let it spoil her husband's well-deserved vacation. But perhaps she should have spoken up. Maybe then things would have turned out differently. That's where the dream would end.

It was then that she noticed something strange - Mana spikes emanating from a nearby goblin village. Her curiosity piqued, she set off in the direction of the village, eager to discover the source of such powerful magic.

Heart pounding with excitement and anticipation, Shira ran as fast as she could, her long hair streaming behind her like a banner. The closer she got to the village, the stronger the Mana spikes became, until they were almost overwhelming.

As she entered the village, Shira felt a sense of awe wash over her. The goblin huts were built from an array of mismatched materials - wood, stone, metal - and were adorned with intricate carvings and symbols. The air hummed with magic, and Shira could feel the power pulsing through her veins.