A pact

"That was thrilling." Jack grinned, watching the last duel between the male goblins. He found it amusing and exciting, to see like a sports. Just like gladiators, and other human involved survival movies he'd watched.

'Shame it's coming to an end.' It was clear who the victor of this duel was, between the two average male goblins without abilities.

As one was covered with green blood from head to toe. Barely standing straight with a cracked dagger, that would give out any moment soon. While the other had a few scratchs but nothing serious, calmly standing and observing his opponent.

[That goblin is strange from the rest. Not having a high aura or strength, but a great IQ.] The system complimented, and this was the first time jack had heard his ever cocky system, compliment a goblin.

'Bam!' Blasting from spot, the goblin swung his arms in a certain pattern catching speed. It's gaze was sharp and unmoving, like a trained assassin.