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O(I)O(I)

Saitama's adventure wasn't the only important event going on while the sky was blue and the birds were soaring up high. Under the decapicated head of a once gargantuan cyclops were many goblins. Dozens of goblins of different tribes, size, color. Goblins that just arrived under the large head had to walk down a tunnel with sigils encompassing the walls. These sigils showed a childlike drawing of a face; no hair or chiseled features just a face that looked like a circle, oval eyes, one dot in the eyes, and a ridiculous nose even for a human.

Once the goblins had followed the path they reached a large four path center with racks holding their weapons, a roaring campfire, and a lavish red pillow stolen from the king himself while he was sleeping. This pillow had one goblin sitting on it with fading skin and gold earrings next to a goblin with a kerchief covering his face. They were the self-appointed judges of the topic at hand:

"You are all here to help come together, evolve into forms more powerful than these tiny body's we have now and put an end to the idiotic looking human who slaughtered most of my tribe!" He bellowed in his most unthreatening guttural sound a goblin could make.

"We have no qualms with a human wiping out one small tribe." A small purple goblin with yellow spots all over his shoulders and back bellowed. "I say good riddance to your tribe; give my tribe more territory to hunt for ourselves."

"Watch your tongue!" The kerchief goblin exclaimed. "We are not just asking for your help..."

The kerchief goblins' comment peaked a few of the leaders curiosities including the purple goblin. Knowing his place, however, he left the explanation of their proposition to his leader.

"Since we first crawled out of the ground to taste the delectable meat of wildlife we have had only one real enemy: humans. They see us, find our hunger to be abhorrible and try to kill us which has lead us to banding together so we can leap at them without fear and plunge our knives through their throats. But now...there is a human who can take out dozens of us in seconds with just his fists! It might not be just him...humans have become strong enough to kill without their tools. I implore all of you, it doesn't have to be forever, all I want is for our tribes to come into unison, get stronger, and finish off our greatest enemy once-and-for-all!"

The leader didn't like the silence he was getting from the other goblins. What he hated more was dirt showering over him and all the other goblins...they looked up...looming over them with four limbs sticking to the wall was a vampire in its feral form.

Goblins do a lot of deplorable things both esurient and licentious but even they would never allow a vampire to nestle in their own home. Right now he was anchoring his spindly legs in the wall while lowering his upper body until his head was inches from the ground, then he did a one hundred and eighty degree spin while spewing pink miasma shrouding every goblin in the room in it.

At first it was hard to breath for any goblin not imbued with the poison element. Then some started to writhe and fidget as if insects were crawling all over them. And then came the final stage of their suffering...their bodies started to mold, contort, enlarge, ablaze, sinewy their muscles, and grew taller.

By the time the smoke had cleared and every goblin could see their kin again...they saw different monstrosities standing before them. The purple goblin now had a hair purple ridgeback with multiple tiny bead yellow eyes and a large mandible with sharp fangs dripping with acid.

The kerchief goblin still had a veil over his mouth but his eyes were completely black void of pupils or even eyelashes just black sclera with a slit of grey on the sides. His head had the visage of a tricorn hat the color green glimmering on him before it materialized into a real had. He carried a grey metallic handle scepter with a black ridge and had new garbs consisting of black robes tied by a red rope.

As for the leader of the kerchief goblin—he grew to seven and a half feet tail only a half a feet away from the height of a small ogre, he had tufts of warty brown skin around the cowl of his neck, his earrings were replaced with two golden bracelets on his now burly large arms, a sinewy muscular chest, and golden hair on his head. In his hand was a giant sword nearly one hundred n fifty centimeters in length made of complete black ore.

He looked up from his sword and there was the vampire in a more humanoid appearance but with flaps on his mouth like a fish. Their objective was fulfilled by him and in a way they were indebted to him...they just couldn't trust him. Something eerie was upon him and that came from the mind of a goblin.

"W-Who are you?" The leader asked in a deeper guttural tone.

O(I)O(I)

Saitama used the same hand that could eviscerate a monster just from a smack to its belly to push open the large door leading to the boss room. To his surprise...he stepped into a room full of trees of a verdure color. The first sound he heard was a hissing sound in this strange forest.

He kept the door crimped smelling the inside, it was viable for knowing if there was any sweltering meat or nasty odors both belonging to creatures in this room. And then—he closed the door and roamed inside.

For a boss room it was very quiet, serene with just plants and water pouring down on top of it, but all that changed when he felt a sharp pain flutter in his left arm. Before he had any time to react he saw a small purple snake with a horn protruding from its head latch its fangs onto his left arm. Naturally, he smacked the snake off before its fangs sank too deep.

He thought getting the snake off would be the end of his problem; it was only the beginning. The snake was poisonous and spreading into his interstitial space. For the first time in a long time...Saitama was freaked out. Unable to use magic to remove the venom and not able to suck out the venom—he chopped his rubber glove on his arm sputtering the venom out from the hole in his arm and the exposed bone he had...his face scrunched up and his eyes large trying to get through the pain.

There was the matter now of blood gushing out of his arm like a waterfall, but that would have to wait when the real boss of the room finally slithered it's way out of the forest, looking at him with yellow sclera's and a speckled purple slit through the yellow. It was a gargantuan snake, the size of monsters he's faced like Orochi or Pluton, it was completely purple scale with something more metallic in those scales that glimmered, sharp bony tendrils sticking on both sides of its body, and a horn coming out of its head.

Normally size didn't matter when Saitama was face-to-face with a monster, but this time he was starting to get dizzy from his blood loss. Before he even had time to really think about how he was going to punch the monster it stood tall on the coiled part of its tail before snapping its mouth at him!

Saitama out of instinct punched the snake with his left hand! The punch caused the snake to stagger back but what would usually have killed it only left a small bump on its face.

Even if the punch wasn't very strong the snake laid flat on its belly and moved like Elder Centipede through the area to the wall, and Saitama chased after it going straight through the wall. Even with one hand he was making his way up to the snake where he planned to grab it with his left hand—still strong enough to lift the heavy thing—and deliver a right hook that would kill it and put an end to this mission once-and-for-all.

"Please stop!"

Saitama didn't slow down at first, thought it was just his mind acting up from the blood loss...and then he heard the voice again:

"Don't hurt my friend...pleeeaaseee!"

Saitama didn't have a habit of knowing any young girls; most of the ones he meets he either saves without seeing them again or they find him to look extremely creepy, but if she was here he might have stopped reaching for the tail...since she wasn't he carried on and squeezed the gargantuan snakes' tail ready to sucker punch it...then he was distracted by a willowy ghostly white writhe of a young girl flying straight into him!

He was distracted long enough for the snake to continue to wriggle through the dirt and eventually dug a hole to the bottom. They apparently had already reached the ceiling, giving Saitama another chance to hit it. He dug frantically with his right hand while his wounded left one soaked in the spray of dirt his other hand was tossing aside.

Eventually, he was falling through the air, his vision mainly consisting of the serpentine body of a giant snake flailing around and the top of the trees he couldn't see when he was on the ground. He pulled back his good arm, saw the spot he wanted to hit; the neck...he hesitated for a flitting second when he saw a ghostly apparition of a small girl standing on trees. The sight didn't linger long; she disappeared, reappeared all over the top of the trees.

It seemed her presence was of an innocent nature, but she distracted him long enough for the snake to launch a volley of its sharp needle-esque tendrils at him! He didn't have time to evade the needles, full of poison, so he did the only thing he could do...he opened his mouth wide and ate every fired projectile as they had a trajectory towards him.

This may be a world where magic reigned supreme also adapting an RPG lifestyle, but it was scientifically proven venom only works if it's injecting into the bloodstream rather than eaten. After eating what was equivalent to two day old expired milk he landed on the ground causing the trees to bristle.

He had a six o'clock, twelve o' clock, even doing both an A.M. and P.M. field of sight just to make sure the snake didn't surprise him...then slithered in over a hundred more snakes that looked exactly like the one that injected him with venom.

Before Saitama had time to leap through the hole he fell from, a long tail wrangled him, squeezing tightly around him, not even giving him room to wriggle in. He was now trapped, unfettered, nonchalant, letting the snakes slither their way to what was essentially their big mother.

'So this is how it ends for me.' He thought. If he could shrug his shoulders he would but the only thing sticking out was his mob head and his skinny neck. 'I've had a good life...maybe it would make me feel better if I died in a world people know me and cherished me...but I wouldn't trade my life for this experience.'

Suddenly, the white girl that's been distracting him appeared standing on the tail of the snake. She didn't have any eyes and a non-visible nose, she seemed to be wearing a blouse completely white and barely visible past the flaps covering her naval, barefoot with her toes the most visible part about her, and short mob hair. She stared at him with a forlorn face as if she was going to apologize...

Then—she stuck both her fingers into the sides of his head...enlightening him with a vision.