Trap for Heroes
The sky was blood red.
Below, two figures were fighting.
Reed, the Goblin Lord who defied fate.
Clive, the undefeated A-Rank Hero.
The difference in power was too great.
The system had already sentenced Reed to death.
But Reed did not believe in the system.
He believed in reason, trickery, and blood.
And this battle was not over yet.
CLANG!
BOOM!
Every attack by Clive cracked the ground.
Reed kept moving, dodging, looking for an opening.
But Clive gave no room.
He attacked relentlessly, without error.
His sword was like a steel wall.
There was no opening. No weakness.
Reed was starting to feel pressured.
"This bastard… he's stronger than I thought."
Shia leaped from the shadows, stabbing her dagger at Clive's neck.
CLANG!
Clive swatted it away with one hand.
Then punched him in the stomach.
TWO!
Shia was thrown five meters away, blood spurting from her mouth.
Reed frowned.
"Not even Shia could get close to him?"
Clive stepped forward, staring at Reed expressionlessly.
"I've seen through all your tricks."
He raised his sword.
"Now die."
Reed tightened his grip on his dagger.
He couldn't win in a duel.
But he never played fair.
His eyes lit up with a new idea.
If there wasn't a loophole…
Then he would create one.
The ground shook.
Clive stepped forward, his sword raised high, ready to slash.
Reed breathed heavily.
He couldn't fight head-on.
He couldn't dodge forever.
So, there was only one option.
Trap the A-Rank Hero.
Reed stepped back slowly, holding the wound in his shoulder.
Blood dripped to the ground.
Clive followed him, unhurried, confident.
He knew he was stronger.
He knew he only needed one more blow to end this.
Reed smiled faintly.
"You must think you've won."
Clive didn't answer.
He just charged.
BOOM!
His sword shot out like lightning, slashing Reed's chest.
And in that instant—
Reed was gone.
Clive suddenly gasped.
His legs wouldn't move.
The ground beneath him had turned to pitch-black mud.
Goblin Shaman's magic.
This trap had been set up from the start.
Clive tried to pull his leg away, but shadow chains shot up from the ground, wrapping around his arms.
"What is this?!"
Reed appeared above him, leaping from the rubble.
His dagger was aimed straight at Clive's neck.
"Finally got you."
Clive was still Rank A.
Even in a trap, he could still fight.
Reed had only one chance.
One strike to finish him off.
Fail… and he would be the one to die.
Reed aimed his knife.
And slashed.