The Goblin Raid

Few hours later,

The sky burned red under the smoke of countless explosions. Gunfire cracked through the air, deafening and constant, mixing with the bloodcurdling screams of dying men. The streets of shibuya had become a warzone–the city skyline was shrouded in dark clouds, the air thick with the stench of gunpowder and blood.

"Mayday! Mayday! This is Unit 6! We need immediate back up! Unit 4 and Unit 5 has been wiped out! I repeat, Unit 4 and 5 is gone! We're outnumbered! We need immediate back u—"

The transmission cut off in a burst of static.

Gunfire echoed in every direction. The sharp crack of rifles, the thunderous roar of tank shells, and inhuman screeches of goblins mixed into a deafening storm of chaos.

A young officer crouched behind the burning husk of an armored vehicle, his hands shaking as he reload.

"They're everywhere!" He screamed, voice breaking. "Where the gell is our support?!"

From the smoke, a goblin lunged, its jagged blade flashing.

"NO!"

The officer's scream was cut short as the creature drove its blade into his neck, blood spraying across the cracked pavement.

Nearby, another soldier turned to run, tossing his weapon aside.

"HELP! GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!"

He didn't make it far. A goblin pack swarm him, dragging him down.

In the distance, a tank fired, the recoil shaking the ground. The shell tore through a cluster of goblins, sending limbs and green blood splattering. But for every creature that fell, more poured out of the gaping dungeon gate like a flood.

"They keep coming!" A commander barked over comms. "Hold the line! HOLD—"

His command was swallowed by an explosion.

A Black Hawk helicopter screamed overhead, its minigun spinning to life, cutting through the enemy. Yet, even from above, the soldiers could see the endless green tide.

"THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!"

A goblin twice the size of the others— a hobgoblin— charging forward, swinging a rusted iron club. It smashed into a tank, denting the armor, sending the vehicle skidding sideways.

"FALL BACK! FALL BACK!"

Explosions tore through the streets, sending dirt and bodies skyward.

Smoke choked the air, the ground slick with blood.

And through it all, the wave of monster grew thicker.

This wasn't a battle.

It was a slaughter.

In few distance of the battlefield, civilians screamed and scattered. Cars clogged the roads, some abandoned in the rush to escape. Families fled with what little they could carry.

A mother clutched her child, sprinting past burning vehicles as goblins tore into panicked civilians.

"Keep running, baby, dont look back!" She sobbed, barely dodging a goblin that lunged at them.

Elsewhere, a group in white robes stood unmoving amid the chaos, chanting in unison.

"This is the cleansing! The Gods have come to punish the wicked!"

One of them raised his arms as if welcoming the monsters.

"Embrace your fate, Brothers and sisters! Embrace—"

A goblin's jogged sword silenced him, his body crumpling to the ground. Yet the others kept chanting, oblivious to their own deaths as the horde closed in.

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The camera shook violently as a young man, sweat pouring down his face, panted into his phone.

"Yo, guys, this iz insane! I'm right here—right near the front lines! Look at this!"

He panned the camera, revealing distant gunfire and silhouetes of soldiers clashing with swarming goblins.

"This...this is the real deal! The army's getting wrecked, man!"

A defeaning explosion rattled the ground, the shockwave nearly knocking him over.

"SHIT! That was close! Okay, okay, I'm getting closer, but don't worry— I've got this!"

Screams echoed behind him.

He spun around just in time to catch a goblin sprinting towards him, snarling.

"OH GOD, NO—"

He panicked throwing his camera aside. The camera tumbled to the ground as he tried to outrun the goblin.

[LIVE STREAM OFFLINE]

In further distance, a news team set up to cover the situation in shibuya.

"We are coming to you live from the scene just outside the containment zone where military forces are currently engaging with waves of monster emerging from the towering pillar–like structure!"

The reporter's voice trembling slightly as the camera shakes, capturing distant flashes of gunfire and the muffled booms of explotions.

"Behind me, you can see military units holding the line. But–wait—"

The camera zooms in on soldiers retreating, firing wildly into a mass of snarling goblins pouring out of the towering pillar.

"T-The goblins are pushing through the front lines!"

The ground rumbles as tanks fire into the horde, but for every goblin that falls, more surge forward. In the distance, helicopters twist out of formation, one erupting into flames and spiraling towards the ground.

"Command, do you copy?! We're losing air support!" A distant soldier's voice crackles faintly through the reporter's earpiece.

Suddenly, a bloodcurdling screech pierces the air. The cameraman swings the lens to the side as several goblins break through the nearby barricade, civilians sprinting away to the goblins who are heading towards the news crew.

"They're—They're getting through! We need to—"

The repoter drops the microphone in a panic as the cameraman stumbles back, the feed turning shaky and erratic. Screams cut through the static.

"RUN! RUN!"

The last image is the camera hitting the ground, tilted sideways, capturing a goblin lunging at the reporter. Blood spatters across the lens.

Then, the feed cuts to static.

Japan Defense Force Headquarters

The static from the news broadcast lingers on the massive screen in the command center, flickering before cutting to black. A heavy silence falls over the room, broken only by the distant hum of machines and frantic radio chatter.

General Hayashi stands frozen, eyes locked on the dead screen. His jaw tightens, the knuckles of his clenched fists turning white.

"Unit 6, report. Unit 6, do you copy?" a communications officer calls out, but only static answers.

"We've lost contact with our deployed Units, sir!" another officer shouts, panic creeping into his voice.

Hayashi's face darkens.

"Damn it…" he mutters under his breath.

The room shifts, officers scrambling to salvage any connection to the frontline.

"Patch me through to Central Command!" Hayashi barks.

The screen flickers to life, revealing a high-ranking official, calm and detached in a pristine office.

"General Hayashi, status report."

Hayashi slams his fist onto the table.

"Status report?! We've lost our units, our frontline is collapsing, and that thing—" he gestures to the dead screen, "—just wiped out a news crew live on air!"

The official's expression remains cold.

"Containment is your responsibility, General. Do not let this spread any further."

Hayashi glares, trembling with rage.

"Containment? We should've neutralized this threat weeks ago! We should've mobilized the Players when the system first appeared, but no—you bureaucrats sat on your hands, hoping this would sort itself out!"

The official's eyes narrow.

"Watch your tone, General."

Hayashi steps closer to the screen.

"Tone? Tone?! I just watched good men die because of your inaction. If we fall here, this won't just be my failure. It'll be yours. All of yours."

The line abruptly cuts, leaving only a reflection of Hayashi's furious face in the black screen.

A tense silence follows before Hayashi turns to his officers.

"Sound the full retreat. Pull back to the secondary defense line. And contact every Special Unit we have on record."

"Sir, that means—"

"I don't care. Use every damn resource we have. If the higher-ups won't take this seriously, we will."

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The scene shifts to a dimly lit living room, where a small family sits huddled together, their faces pale as they stare at the blackened TV screen.

"...They're all gone..." a woman whispers, clutching her husband's arm.

The man swallows hard, flipping through channels, but every station is either static or broadcasting emergency warnings.

"They couldn't even stop those thing…" their teenage son mutters, voice hollow.

From outside, distant sirens wail, and the glow of emergency lights flickers through the window blinds.

"Is this... really the end?" the mother asks, her voice trembling.

The father stares ahead, eyes distant.

"...No. Someone will stop this. They have to."

But his words lack conviction.

In the silence, another emergency alert blares from their phones.

[EMERGENCY ALERT]

⚠️ IMMEDIATE EVACUATION ORDER IN EFFECT

All civilians must evacuate to designated shelters.

This is not a drill.

The family stares at the screen.

The teenage son slowly mutters, barely audible:

"...We're all going to die, aren't we?"

In one of the collapsed buildings, a man hudes beneath a desk, surrounded by piles of rubble and boulders. His breath is ragged, and his hands are shaking as he desperately fumbles through his pockets, searching for his phone.

"Where.. where's my phone? Shit! I think i dropped it?

As he continues searching, his hand brushes against something cold. He freezes. In horror, he discovers the body of a person crashed by a fallen boulder. The body is mangled and lifeless, a grim reminder of the devastation around him.

"Holy... is that... is that a body? Fuck... fuck... man, this is messed up."

His eyes widen, his breath quickens, but his focus is sharp. He pushes the dead body aside, his hands shaking as he grabs a blood-soaked phone nearby. He hesitates for a moment, then wipes it clean with his jacket.

"Man, I don't have a choice..."

He turns on the phone and starts a new livestream, his face coming into focus on the screen as the camera shakes with his nervous energy.

"Yo, what's up, guys? It's yo boy CrazyCamz! Yup, I'm still alive, somehow. But dude this monster. It's a total fucking menace bro! BTW, check this out guys."

He angles the camera to show the devastation around him, but the phone shakes violently as his hand trembles.

Then, suddenly the ground shakes. A deep rumble echoes through the ruins, the sound growing louder and more intense. The man growing anxious, swivels the camera towards the source of the rumbling.

"What the hell...?"

Through the thick smoke of the battlefield, a towering silhouette begins to emerge. The man focuses the camera, holding his breath as the monster figure grows clear.

The smoke finally clears, revealing a gigantic green creature. Its massive arms stretch out to its sides, and its face shifts slightly forward.

The creature roars an earslitting, bone-shaking sound that reverberates through the city, drowning out everything else. The force of the roar seems to rattle the very air.

The man freezes. His eyes widen in disbelief, his voice faltering as his grip on the phone tightens.

"No.. no way. What... what the hell is that thing?"

He remains silent, staring in shock. Meanwhile, the livestream's views skyrocket. Comments flood in, but the man is too stunned to react. The screen shakes from his trembling hands, but his eyes stay glued to the terrifying sight before him.

As the Goblin General emerge from the towering pillar–like structure.

The battlefield was turn into carnage. Soldiers fought valiantly, but the overwhelming force of the goblin horde made survival a fleeting hope.

One soldier, his legs torn apart, refused to surrender. Despite the pain, he gritted his teeth and fired his rifle at the towering form of the Goblin General. His hand shook with exhaustion, but his determination never wavered. Round after round, he emptied his magazine, but his bullets seemed to do nothing more than graze the beast's thick green skin.

With a final click, the magazine ran dry.

"No..." he gasped, as a swarm of smaller goblins descended upon him, their eyes wild with hunger. They tore into him, stabbing him violently with jagged knives and crude spears, his screams drowned by the chaotic roars of battle.

Meanwhile, another soldier raced to the aid of his injured comrade, whose eyes had been gouged out by a vicious goblin strike. His eyes wide with panic, he dragged the man, stumbling, toward what he hoped would be safety. But the sound of a heavy thud made them both freeze.

From the smoke emerged a hobgoblin, its rusted iron mace raised high. Without hesitation, it swung the weapon with terrifying speed, its jagged end slamming into both soldiers with sickening force, decapitating them in one brutal strike.

On the second floor of a nearby building, another soldier took aim from the shattered window. He steadied himself, his breath ragged, and fired an RPG at the Goblin General, hoping the explosive force would bring the beast down. The rocket soared through the air, striking the goblin's massive frame.

But the explosion barely left a scratch.

The Goblin General roared, the sound deafening, as it turned its gaze toward the soldier's position. It locked eyes with him for just a moment—enough for the soldier to feel his blood run cold.

Without warning, the Goblin General reached down and picked up a massive chunk of rubble, its hands easily lifting the heavy debris like it weighed nothing. With a ferocious grunt, the goblin hurled the boulder through the air, and it crashed into the building where the soldier stood, sending him flying into the rubble.

A rumble of thunderous engines broke the tension as a new tank arrived on the scene—a hulking beast of military engineering. It rolled toward the Goblin General, its massive turret aimed directly at the creature's heart. The tank fired, the explosive shell speeding toward its target.

But the Goblin General merely laughed—an eerie, guttural sound—and raised a huge hand to swat the shell out of the air. The tank's shell ricocheted off the goblin's thick hide, its explosion barely making the creature flinch.

The tank, undeterred, attempted to reposition, but the Goblin General was faster. It grabbed the tank's cannon, as if it were a mere stick, and swung it like a hammer. The heavy cannon collided with another tank nearby, smashing it apart with the ease of crushing a toy.

A helicopter appeared overhead, its minigun roaring to life. The bullets rained down on the Goblin General, but it barely seemed to notice. The creature turned its gaze upward, locking eyes with the helicopter, and bared its teeth in a terrifying grin.

With terrifying speed, the Goblin General hurled the tank at the helicopter. The massive projectile collided with the chopper mid-air, sending it spinning out of control before crashing to the ground in a fiery explosion.

The soldiers on the ground could only stare in stunned silence as the Goblin General casually destroyed the machines of war. Their last sliver of hope shattered in that moment. This was not a battle they could win. The creature was a force of nature—unstoppable, unrelenting, and far too powerful for them to defeat.

As the Goblin General unleashes destruction on the battlefield, and the soldiers are overwhelmed by the terrifying might of the beast, all hope seems lost. The skies, heavy with smoke and the scent of death, grow darker as despair grips the hearts of those still standing.

Then—CRACK!

A thunderous clap splits the air. The ground trembles, and the very air vibrates with the intensity of something... else.

With a force that shakes the earth beneath him, a mysterious man lands directly in front of the Goblin General. The impact is so great that it sends shockwaves through the battlefield, crushing every goblin and hobgoblin in the vicinity. Bodies are sent flying, rubble is pulverized, and the roar of the Goblin General is drowned by the sound of destruction.

The dust swirls in the air, and as it settles, he stands tall, unscathed, amidst the carnage. His armored figure gleams, almost defiant in the midst of the devastation. He raises his stance slowly, brushing off the dust that has settled on his armor, a calm and collected smirk crossing his face.

For the first time, the soldiers look up, their eyes wide with disbelief—and awe.

Tap! Tap!

The sound of metal gently clinking as the mysterious man dusts off his armor echoes across the battlefield.

COUGH!

A small fit of coughing interrupts his actions, the dust from the battlefield still hanging in the air.

The mysterious man, unfazed by the chaos around him, stood casually in front of the monstrous Goblin General.

"Man... I'm late," he mutters to himself, shaking his head. "Had to ride a taxi, but the tire burst. And, y'know, this armor? It's a bit heavy. People just thought I was some weirdo—didn't even offer to help me out. Almost got reported to the police, too, carrying a sword around. Seriously, what's up with that?"

He sighs, tapping his sword lightly against the ground as he looks up at the giant goblin. "Maybe next time, I'll just wear something less... flashy. Could've at least thrown on a t-shirt or something instead of this—"

The Goblin General growls loudly, its deep voice sending a tremor through the earth.

GRRRRAHHH!!!

The sound jolts him back to reality.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot! I need to get that new speaker for my gaming setup," he mumbles under his breath. "Gotta make sure the sound quality's top-notch for the next raid night.

With that, he refocuses, casting a final glance at the Goblin General, still calm and confident.

"Anyway... let's get this over with."