Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Tutorial (4)

I waited for the goblins near the ratlings old feeding ground.

Before long, four or so goblins emerged, armed with clubs and crude spears.

It's a damned game, why am I feeling so nervous? This is really unnecessarily high quality!'

Splash. Splash. The goblins waded into the standing water.

They started running from place to place to catch the croaking frogs, and when theyd completely scattered, I gave the signal.

"Now!"

The rats whod been hiding in the water pipes jumped out at the same time.

Thirteen rats quickly surrounded the goblins.

Keeek?! What?!"

How are they here?

It was a very successful ambush. The goblins were too surprised to respond in any meaningful way.

In that moment, I could smell victory. And it wasn't just me.

The rats, smelling the same smell, savagely attacked the goblins the kids, the elderly and the young ones, all of them.

Although they were armed, the goblins couldnt properly resist due to the surprise attack and the fact that each of them were ganged up on by from at least two to as many as four ratlings, and they quickly fell down one by one.

Cut their throats immediately. So they cant make a sound.

Fortunately, the rats remembered my command. Even if they looked sloppy at first glance, they were a species that sometimes became surprisingly effective at stealing, fighting, and conspiracy.

The goblins died without being able to make a commotion due to the fangs of the ratlings. I didnt even get a chance to to step out.

Maybe theyre better at this then I thought!'

But did I end up taunting Murphy? A sudden and unexpected problem revealed itself.

We had to prepare for our next move right away, but the rats were busy devouring the meat in front of them!

"Meat! Goblin meat! Looks delicious!"

"Eyeball! Brain! Balls, good for stamina!

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My stomach was twisting itself up in knots. If the hunting team didn't come back, they were going to send others soon.

Impatient, I caught the rats who were hurriedly eating the goblins and tried to make them listen.

I was hungry too, so it was understandable, but there were priorities.

Calm down you bastards! I know youre hungry, but in a little while you can eat as much as you want! Get ready for the next one

Let go! Mine. Don't touch it! It's mine!

"No! Mine! Mine!"

Literally five minutes after the opening act. Some even showed their fangs to me.

They dared say that to me. Me who was taking the risk and hunting the goblins for them.

Almost unconsciously, I swung the club in my hand and hit the ratling whod bared his fangs.

The impact was so hard that it blew him away. His head was crushed with a crack.

The atmosphere became tense. Everyone looked at me. Now they were scared.

"What are you doing? If you dont start moving right now"

As expected, the goblins reappeared. Six in total. A good number.

As soon as they arrived, they started searching for traces of their comrades, and soon found them lying scattered on the ground.

Because they were stupid, they didn't pay attention to their surroundings, and they raised their fallen comrades up. After a while, they couldn't stop their astonishment.

It was because the fallen had their eyes, noses, and lips eaten by the rats, and at that very moment I cried out.

"Now!"

At my signal, the rats all jumped down. Just like before, they surrounded the goblins.

Bewildered goblins, numerical superiority, and an angry me.

I was again confident in my victory.

Again, the numbers were around the same. The only difference was that we had four more armed guys at our side.

A battle ensued again. It was rough, but I won again, and luckily there were no casualties.

While the rats with weapons stood guard, the rest quickly went around biting the goblins necks.

At this point, I was thinking the rats might actually be stronger than the goblins as long as they had any semblance of organization.

Then courage welled up from inside me.

Is there a need to play hide-and-seek like this? Let's go forward with this momentum and destroy them! This is a game anyway! Whats the problem with that?'

Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Cmon, turn over! Lie on your back!

It was, literally, madness. However, despite that, I felt a pleasure no other game had ever provided me. I felt alive.

There was nothing but the pure liberation brought by unfettered violence, free of petty ethics or morality.

Just then, two goblins appeared out of nowhere. But I didn't need to do anything, because they were scared stiff at the sight of me screaming and beating the chief like he was come common street dog.

I turned the battered chief over, stripped off his armour and rammed my snout into his soft belly.

The fresh meat and hot blood brought strength to my body.

Eating meat, really, not metaphorically, healed my fatigue and wounds.

I ate the entrails, chewed the muscles, gnawed the bones, and even munched on the heart!

The goblins found their feet and ran away. But I didn't care. I only continued to revel in my feast of flesh.

Hunger was the one and only thing that dominated my being.

It's good! My god! Delicious! This is no joke, it's more delicious because it's the chieftain! Gotta grab a female! Raise cattle! Ride them later too! Yeah!!!'

By the time only the skull and the pelvic bones were left, I was feeling full, so I got up and stretched. My muscles felt longer, and my bones were slotting properly into place. It was a refreshing feeling. I was growing.

There was only one thought running in my brain that was drowning in adrenaline.

Fuck yeah! Now this is what you call a game!

Do ratlings grow if certain conditions are met? Or if they eat a lot? I didn't have time to think it through.

I just wanted to test my new strength and punish the evil goblins who had humiliated me so.

Boys for meat! Girls for cattle! Hee hee hee!

If that doesn't sound normal, you're right. During a Starvation Frenzy', you lose your reason.

After killing the chief, the battle became easy. Thanks to them scattering to chase us, I was able to take the goblins down one by one.

While moving through the complicated maze of passages in the sewer, whenever the smell of goblins got thicker, I used my speed and terrain to conduct repeated raids and ambushes.

My grown body surpassed the goblins in physical strength, so I was even able to fight them two-on-one.

One blow to the head was enough to finish one off. You get one shot! And you get one too! Everybody gets one!

Fuck yeah! This is what a game should be like!' As I killed the scattered goblins one after another, I kept thinking. I wondered if the warmongers throughout history had also felt this feeling when they fought. Trampling on a weak enemy was so much fun!

At that moment, while I was careless, I saw an actinic flash of lightning, along with the faint smell of goblins.

I quickly ducked into the nearest passageway.

You damned monster rat!

It was the goblin shaman.

Damn it, I shouldve gotten rid of him first!'

I clicked my tongue quietly. That light felt like it could kill me in one hit. Even if I survived, I'd be very poor shape. I knew from the arrow wound last time, how meticulously this shit game implemented the feeling of pain.

Should I run away and set up an ambush?'

I recalled my memories of hunting monsters stronger than me in other games in the past. Id either chip their health down with arrows from range while running away, or pretend to run away and then strike from behind.

As I was thinking about how to do that, a rat that Id thought had run away appeared. The one whod made the first call to escape. The very first one to abandon me!

Falk. Found you. I saw. All right. Thank god. You. Can win. I get it. Me too. Again. Help.

And then I stumbled upon a devilish idea. It was so amazing that my own creativity surprised even myself.

"Oh? Great. I need your help!

And then I grabbed the bastard. Like youd grab a dog by the back.

Falk? Falk?

I came out of the passageway. As expected, the goblin shaman had been waiting. A lightning bolt raced towards me right away.

And I threw the rat in my hands as hard as I could to block it. This was the power of friendship!

Falk?! Falk!!

The guy who became my shield left a last will and testament like that, and was baked to a crisp mid-air. I was running past him before he could even fall.

On all fours! With all my might! Whiskers fluttering in the wind!

The goblin shaman was taken by surprise, just as Id hoped. He belatedly tried to cast another spell, but I was faster.

"Shit!"

That was the last will and testament left by the goblin shaman.

I used my speed to imbue my club with force as I hit the goblin shaman in the mouth.

His teeth flew out. His face became a bloody mess. And then I proceeded to tenderize him like Id done to the chief. The more you beat the goblins, the more delicious they become.

After a while, before the shaman had even stopped breathing, I buried the snout in his flesh and started eating. At that very moment, someone spoke to me in my head.

[Congratulations. You have successfully completed the tutorial, The Saviour'.]

Editor's Notes:

None for this chapter.