Obliteration

Mangled remains filled the arena, the aftermath of Michael's explosive attack. Each ball bearing had torn through multiple goblins, shredding them with the precision of a scythe through wheat. The sheer brutality of the scene was overwhelming. Michael stood in the midst of the carnage, utterly disgusted by what he had caused.

For someone born in a mostly civilized world, where the closest encounter with gore was through strange websites or exaggerated memes, the reality of the devastation he had unleashed was nearly unbearable. On Earth, he had seen plenty of action-packed novels and mangas where blood and guts filled the screen as the protagonist tore through enemy armies. But experiencing it firsthand—knowing that he was the one responsible—was an entirely different matter.

If there had been any food left in his system, Michael would have thrown up. His stomach churned as he watched a goblin's head explode, blood gushing like a fountain as the heart continued to pump despite the loss of its primary organ. He was terrified, not just of the scene before him, but of what he had become—someone capable of such widespread destruction.

As he stood there, reeling from the horror of it all, something strange began to happen. The blood and guts of the goblins started to sink back into the floor, as if being consumed by some unseen force. In less than five minutes, the entire goblin horde—an army capable of destroying villages—had been absorbed, leaving the arena as clean as if nothing had happened.

Still in shock, Michael collapsed onto the sandy floor, trying to catch his breath. As he lay there, something poked into his back. Rolling over, he expected an enemy attack but found instead a small green orb. Curiously, he reached out to grab it, and as soon as his fingers touched the orb, his status menu flickered to life.

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Goblin Beast Core (F-)

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A thrill of excitement coursed through Michael as he realized what he was holding. Looking around, he saw that the only remnants of the goblin flood were hundreds of tiny green marbles scattered across the arena floor. Each one was a beast core, and every time he picked one up, the same prompt appeared on his status menu.

Before long, his hands were full of the cores, but there were still thousands more lying around. He opened his inventory and tossed the cores inside. To his surprise, they all rolled neatly into a container that looked suspiciously like a gumball machine. The label on the container read "F- Beast Cores," and every time he turned the knob, another core rolled out, like a toy dispenser.

Michael spent the next ten minutes gleefully collecting the cores and storing them in the seemingly bottomless gumball machine. But just as he finished, the wooden gate creaked open once more.

Bracing himself for another battle, Michael quickly checked his status.

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Michael Elliott

Nickname: Accidentally Summoned Hero

Level: 4 (62/4000)

Race: Fallen Seraph

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Class: Death Angel

Subclass: Runesmith

Health: 87/250

Mana Capacity: 1339/1500

Strength: 40

Agility: 200

Defense: 15

Magic Defense: 80

Luck: 400

Unused Stat Points: 20

Titles: Rule Breaker, One Watched By The Gods

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His heart raced with excitement at his new levels, though his stats hadn't changed much. The addition of a column for unused stat points intrigued him, but he decided to save them for a future emergency. There was no telling when they might become crucial.

As the thumping sounds grew louder, Michael looked up to see a towering creature emerge from the gate. It was a goblin, but much larger and more muscular than the scrawny horde he had just defeated. This was no ordinary goblin; this was a HobGoblin Warrior—the floor boss.

Panicking, Michael attempted to use a detection spell, something he'd seen the castle mages do. Closing his eyes, he visualized a status menu displaying the enemy's stats. To his relief, a magic circle quickly formed and provided the information he sought.

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HobGoblin Warrior (Floor 1 Boss)

Health: 4000/4000

Mana Capacity: 20/20

Strength: 400

Agility: 10

Defense: 400

Magic Defense: 150

Luck: 20

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Michael's excitement vanished as quickly as it had come. The boss's stats were absurdly high, far surpassing those of even Ethan when he was first summoned. Although the HobGoblin's agility was low, its immense strength and defense made it a formidable opponent.

The HobGoblin roared and began to charge, its massive wooden club raised to crush Michael like an insect. Desperate, Michael decided to try something he had never attempted before—a spell to create a smoothbore cannon.

He closed his eyes and envisioned a massive tube packed with explosive powder, followed by a long, pointed sabot round designed to penetrate and explode inside the target. He focused intently on the process, drawing on his knowledge of modern physics to guide his imagination.

When he opened his eyes, the gray magic formation appeared once more. This time, instead of a sphere, it was a series of circles, alternating in size, all aimed at the HobGoblin. A thin metallic rod floated within the formation, encased in a fragile-looking translucent shield.

Pouring more mana into the formation, Michael watched as it glowed a menacing red. The formation flashed brightly, and a deafening explosion echoed through the arena. The circles faded, and Michael looked toward the HobGoblin.

All that remained was a pile of blood and guts, scattered across the arena like confetti. The high-penetration round, combined with the explosive force of a H.E.A.T round, had disintegrated the HobGoblin, leaving nothing but carnage in its wake.

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You have leveled up, massive changes are going to happen!