Chapter 89 – The Goblin Who Forgot How to Be Scary

Chapter 89 – The Goblin Who Forgot How to Be Scary

The three-horned goblin Lykan swung his club with all his might and frowned deeply.

"…This can't be happening."

Every time he brought the club down, it landed squarely on that ogre goblin's thick skull. With a crack like that, the brute's head should've popped like a berry.

But instead?

Thunk!

A flat, disappointing sound echoed out, and the ogre goblin only scrunched his brow a little, like someone had flicked his forehead.

What in the name of spirits is going on? Lykan thought.

Even a child's toy bat would've felt more satisfying than this.

He looked down at his weapon.

Yes, it had shrunk a bit, sure—but it was still his club. A goblin's pride! This wasn't some cheap twig a weakling ogre could shrug off.

This is nonsense, Lykan growled inside.

ROOAARR!