Exterminate the village of goblins

Deep within a forest, the sky was blue, and white clouds drifted freely without constraint. The sun watched over the earth quietly, like a loyal guardian. Amid the trees, a primitive village emerged—its houses built with wooden walls and roofs made from giant tree leaves and thick grass. A decaying wooden fence surrounded the village, crumbling in places. Fifty houses stood haphazardly amid suffocating greenery, heavy with the scent of dampness and rotting leaves.

Around it stood a wooden palisade, but in the face of a real attack, that fence was nothing but a joke.

Yet the problem wasn't the village itself, but its inhabitants: short, ugly, green creatures with large, hooked noses, pointed ears, and yellow eyes that glowed beneath sunbeams filtering through the branches. Their scrawny bodies were barely covered with tattered animal skins. They held sticks tipped with stones bound by dry tree vines, moving lazily between huts as their deep voices mixed with faint snores and foul breaths that choked the air around them.

This was a goblin village—one of the vilest and most repulsive races alive. They bullied the weak and feared the strong. These creatures reproduced by assaulting females of other races, especially humans. For this reason, humans despised them and slaughtered them without a moment's hesitation. Even the Beast Kingdoms paid them no mind, using them only as expendable fodder in large-scale wars.

Hidden behind a thick bush that reeked of damp moss, a blood-red light flickered. If one looked closely, they'd spot a figure covered in mud and weeds, carefully concealed among the branches. This was Kyle, who had found the village marked on a map he was using to cross the forest.

At first, he had planned to ignore this place and avoid a pointless fight. But after enhancing the Seed of Life, he decided to use this as training for wielding Sword Aura.

"Over the past two days of watching, I discovered there are about a hundred male goblins, with no sign of females or children."

Although goblins reproduce using females of other species, they also have their own females, and their breeding speed is absurdly high. A single female can give birth every three months. Imagine—one goblin female could bear three young every three months, meaning twelve goblins in a single year. They reach fighting age in just two months.

"Honestly, I'm still shocked by how fast they multiply… they're like mushrooms after rain."

Kyle had bought information and a book from a market in a central city before setting out on this journey.

"Alright… First, I need to finish setting up the traps around the village to stop any goblins from escaping."

Over two days of surveillance, Kyle had crafted numerous traps to prevent any goblins from fleeing. They were simple, unobtrusive traps: sharp iron wires strung between trees and bushes. Don't underestimate these wires—they were razor sharp. He also scattered the ground with Bloodvine Thorns he'd found in the forest—viciously sharp and coated with a toxin that causes unbearable pain by making the nerves hypersensitive. They were named for their blood-red color, earned from years of soaking up spilled blood.

Kyle was confident his traps hadn't been discovered; these goblins never bothered to patrol the village's perimeter.

"Tonight… I'll wipe this village out."

Kyle moved silently through the underbrush, not making a sound that could give him away—holding his breath so that no one would hear the crunch of dry leaves or the snap of broken twigs underfoot. It didn't take long before he finished setting the last traps and retreated quietly to his hideout to eat before the battle. Fighting on an empty stomach was foolish—he needed all the energy he could muster.

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Night quickly fell, darkness spreading across the sky, pierced only by a scattering of faint stars.

But tonight, the sky held a rare guest—a moon.

Kyle looked up at the sky and saw the moon.

"This is the first time I've seen the moon in this world… It's really bigger than Earth's."

The moon was five times larger than Earth's, glowing yellow, and what made it truly striking were the four smaller moons orbiting it quietly. Moonlight spilled down, lighting Kyle's path as if paving it just for him.

Kyle stood atop a giant tree, a bow and arrow in hand.

He took a deep breath.

"Tonight will be beautiful… A full moon, an enemy before me, a bow in one hand, a sword in the other, and my heart racing, my blood boiling with excitement."

He drew an arrow and aimed at the village below, where torch flames flickered.

The quiet night shattered with the hiss of air being sliced.

Thwack.

An arrow pierced through a goblin's head.

Panic spread quickly among them, but Kyle didn't stop. Another arrow flew.

Each arrow he released took another goblin's life.

After more than twenty had fallen, Kyle leaped down from the treetop, stowing his bow and arrows into his storage ring and drawing the sword at his hip.

He walked calmly—not too fast, not too slow—radiating an untouchable, regal aura.

His long black hair fluttered behind him in the night breeze, his eyes void of emotion, his heart steady and his mind sharp.

He approached the village fence, scanning quickly. The goblins were scrambling to find the attacker, thrown into chaos.

Soon they noticed Kyle approaching, sword in hand.

Despite their stupidity, they realized he was the threat.

Suddenly a goblin barked something in a language Kyle didn't understand—it wasn't the common tongue used by most inhabitants of the continent.

"$$#"#$$#-"

"+&&$#@$&"

The goblins charged at him.

"As always… a race that bullies the weak and fears the strong."

Kyle murmured calmly as he broke into a run, lifting his sword and channeling his Aura into it. An orange glow flickered to life along the blade's edge.

Kyle glanced at the orange gleam, and a flash of information crossed his mind. Aura could be ranked, like the Eye. At the Low Bronze Rank, it strengthened his sword, making it sharper and deadlier. Here, the Seed of Life truly showed its value, making Aura usage easier. At higher ranks, one could enhance the body too and even add elemental properties to attacks.

But Kyle didn't have time to dwell on that now—he was in the middle of battle.

He swung his sword in a wide arc, slicing through four goblins as easily as cutting watermelons.

Blood sprayed through the air, carrying a pungent smell—goblin blood was tinged green.

The goblins froze at Kyle's power, but a sudden shout from their leader drove them on. Kyle didn't care—he moved before the leader finished yelling, raising his sword again to reap more lives.

Kyle was like a lion thrown among a flock of sheep—one sword cleaving through goblins like vegetables.

They surrounded him from every side, waving crude clubs, but Kyle danced through them, blocking and striking back.

Their numbers dwindled quickly, and many realized this. True to their cowardly nature, they turned and fled. But Kyle moved like a wraith, his sword slicing through them as Death itself cloaked in goblin blood, a stench fouler than normal blood assaulting his nose.

Kyle noticed the goblins fleeing in all directions. He drew his bow and arrows once more, leapt onto a rooftop, steadied himself, and began picking them off one by one.

Those who managed to slip away were soon caught—torn apart by the iron wires or left to bleed out on the Bloodvine Thorns. The air was thick with the stench of putrid blood.

He dropped down from the roof, moving through the huts—but there was nothing of real value.

While wandering, he noticed a strange mound of dirt shaped oddly.

As he got closer, he saw an entrance leading down, and a stench so foul he pinched his nose shut.

Lighting a torch, he descended. The passage was deep, but it opened into a large underground chamber lined with cages set into the walls, secured with iron locks.

Kyle was surprised—this village above could never have built such a prison.

He stepped deeper inside. The smell worsened, forcing him to cover his nose and mouth with one hand.

He looked into the cells—and was stunned. Inside were humans. Human women—battered, hollow-eyed, their bodies exposed, bellies swollen.

He quickly glanced through other cells. All the same—women in the same wretched state.

They were alive, breathing—but their will to live was gone.

"Clearly they were used as breeding tools."

Kyle let out a long sigh.

"I don't know what to do."

He was torn—should he kill them and end their suffering, or leave them to their fate?

As he pondered, an idea struck him.

"Let's try the diluted holy water… see if it works."

He quickly cut the bars and stepped inside toward a woman who looked to be in her middle years. He didn't care about her naked body.

He knelt slightly, lifted her gently, and pulled out a vial of diluted holy water from his storage ring.

"Madam, please open your mouth."

There was no response, so he carefully opened her mouth himself, poured a bit of the holy water in, and helped her swallow it.

It didn't take long—after three minutes, the woman lurched forward from his arms and began vomiting violently.

A repulsive black mass spilled out, bones and undeveloped organs within it.

She vomited for nearly half an hour.

Kyle did not move, just watched her swollen belly shrink away.

When she finally stopped retching, she leaned back—there was no dramatic reaction, but tears quietly streamed down her cheeks.

Seeing this, Kyle continued the same process with the other women—there were thirty in total.