The Scene of A Massacre

-Somewhere undetermined-

A voice spoke up inside the dim room filled with floating screens.

"How will this go I wonder?"

Another voice joined in.

"I believe that he will kill all of them, without leaving a single one alive."

A third voice voiced their ideas as well.

"What if he is to leave several alive just because they are non-hostile?"

A fourth and final voice joined into the fray as well, and it seemed to be holding back a laugh.

"How long do you think it will take for him to realize that he could just use the magic mirror?"

The first voice voiced their opinion on the idea.

"Is he the type to run away from a fight?"

The other three voiced responded in unison.

"""Yes."""

The first voice seemed unsurprised.

"We truly have a low opinion of our newest hero..."

The third voice decided to state how they see the hero.

"He is someone who is entertaining to watch, and constantly disrespects us for problems we caused on purpose. Lucky that he does not know that since he would probably give us a fate worse than he is planning for the guide."

The fourth voiced their thoughts as well.

"I wonder what his reaction to the seal would be?"

The voices faded into silence, before laughing at the thought of the hero's reaction.

-Back to our hero-

I was still surrounded, but I felt no fear from the situation since the goblins are much less of a threat than before.

I was unsure of the best way to kill them, but then I had a brilliant idea:

'Let's make them cry.'

And so I pulled out the teardrop cleaver, and boy was it large.

The blade was about 6 feet long, give or take a few inches.

The weapon may seem unwieldy to the observer, but the blade was light in the hands of the wielder.

'I never did get to test this thing out, did I? I guess the best time for testing would be now.'

I looked at the slowly shrinking circle and realized that both groups have come to the conclusion that an offensive is the best strategy.

And so we both charged at each other, hoping to claim the life of another.

The massacre had begun.

I dashed at the nearest goblin and slashed at them.

The blade bisected them easily, and as they were falling they cried. Loudly.

While I felt no remorse for killing the creature, the crying made me feel slightly bad for its death. Only slightly though.

As the wails echoed through the area, I saw the goblins go into some sort of anger-fueled frenzy.

The idea of tactics was thrown to the side, as they instead focused on using a giant horde to overwhelm me.

It appears that they had forgotten what happened the last time I was in the middle of a goblin horde.

This time, though, I decided on using the mycoroot to slaughter the horde.

I pulled out the 'dagger' and threw it at the closest enemy, and the root struck true.

It quite literally passed through the goblin, as if it wasn't there in the first place.

At least the root left a hole to see the damage.

'Yeah... It's very much going to die.'

And it did, since it was not used to having a hole in some of its more important organs.

'1 down, hundreds to go... God this is going to get annoying.'

And so I began massacring the helpless goblins who had gone crazy due to the anguished wails of their own.

I waited for them to approach me before I used the mycoroot to leave holes in their body.

I noted that the bodies don't disintegrate like most monsters, and the sight I will have to look at after this.

I grimaced at the idea.

The slaughter continues on.

The goblins seemed to have regained some clarity, and they were starting to think once more.

I noticed some archers were still surviving, so I rushed over to the slowly 'awakening' creatures and started killing them as fast as I could.

The mages were too annoying to catch, so I waited until they approached me before attacking them.

They had less defense than every other goblin, so they were easily defeated.

Next was the more common goblins: The warriors and peons.

The warriors did not have strong armor, so I was able to easily wound them, and the peons were peons. There was nothing else to call them besides weak.

After all the goblins were dealt with, I looked around to see the field of unmoving bodies. It was something I was not expecting to see, and I was starting to let the realization of what I had done sink in.

I had massacred an entire army. Alone.

I was both proud and disgusted at myself.

I had been able to triumph over an army alone, but my utter disregard for another life was unnatural.

I felt nothing besides minor nausea from looking at the field of corpses, and I was uncomfortable at that realization.

'What happened to me?'

I could only ask that one thing since I was too busy trying to understand just how much I had changed.

I felt that I should leave the looting for tomorrow and leave the corpses to the forest creatures.

Maybe the slimes will deal with the gruesome scene before I return to the field.

-The next day-

The slimes only got half the job done, and it has only made the scene worse.

The slimes have somehow consumed half of every corpse.

Nothing more, nothing less.

It was a disturbing scene, but I was not going to keep postponing this event any longer.

I began to wander through the field, looking for anything of note.

All I had found so far were a large number of spiked balls. Nothing else.

I had to spend the next hour wandering through a field of ruined bodies looking for something useful.

After that hour of searching, I found what I was hoping to find: A weapon.

I looked at the elongated silver gun, wondering what it was.

When I finally looked at its description, I was ecstatic at what I had found.

[Harpoon Gun]

It was a good find, but I was unsure of whether it was worth the experience.