Adventures Of A Goblin

"you damned monster, I will kill you, I will definitely kill you. At the expense of my life, I will see to it that I kill you".

Shakir yelled out, charging fiercely at Orun with his two bladed sword in both hands.

Shakir having heard the dreadful news on Dana, he made a vow to follow right behind her, but he wasn't going to go empty handed.

Putting his old wrinkled body back together, Shakir doned on his gear from his days of adventuring and set out to face the monster that took his granddaughter away from him.

The equipment fitting on him was not as it used to be in his glorious days, but he made do with it all so he could face the monster.

Shakir's resolve to not come out alive in his encounter with the monster was firm, and his determination to carve into the monster the fear of an old man having nothing to lose but his life was solid.

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Those are the words Orun keeps hearing out of Shakir's mouth. What is clear to him from Shakir's expression and body movements, is that for some reasons unknown, he is especially hated by Shakir.

Orun moves aside and easily evades Shakir's two bladed sword that was coming at him from above. He relaxes his body and stretches his hand out to grab Shakir by the collar.

"what is your deal human?. If you want to fight me, then fight me and not make such an irritating expression towards me".

Orun was slightly pissed off with the face Shakir was using to view him mostly because it reminded him of how he once looked at the Goblin king.

With a spiteful and disdain gaze tied to determination of self harm all so he could give to the one who hurt him the same amount of pain he endured.

"human, change your gaze right now, or I will be forced to do the unthinkable to you".

He warned Shakir with an expressionless face and sounding tone.

Orun did not value being looked that way. He is a monster and not a mindless beast, whoever he has killed since his Awakening, he has done so only because he was hated at.

He did not do it with the intention of exerting senseless pain on another. He is not a monster who takes pleasure in the death of another, but finds purpose within it.

"you look old, too old to be doning an armor on just so you can come after me".

He says to Shakir, dangling him up using his collar.

"From your expression, I am assuming that the reasons guiding your irrational behavior stems from a displeasing act I or my kind have committed towards you".

"it's understandable, you were hurt mentally, you do not want to relish the pain alone, you wish to share your pain with the one who hurt you. It is all understandable, at least to me, because i have been in your shoes once".

"but you know old man, if you want to seek revenge, you should do it only after you are assured of victory or when you know your chances are high".

"Coming after me with a body that is soon to wear out not only disregards me as a monster, it also nullifies any attempt or chances to see your revenge through till the end".

Shakir could make out none of what Orun had said, and his focus leaned more on taking him out, wiping off that arrogant look off his and filling it with the same pain that he suffered.

It tormented Shakir to see Orun not making any note worthy reaction towards him and treating him as insignificant, even going as far as taking him too lightly.

He wanted to make the one who took his granddaughter away from him pay dearly, but when he is faced with the monster, agitation is what serves to further quench his thirst for the monster's blood.

Shakir raised his two swords up, and from both sides, he thrusts it at Orun. Without so much as flinching or letting go of Shakir's collar, the sword hit Orun's neck and broke in pieces.

"old man, I told you, revenge are only deserving for those with the strength to claim it. How can you hope to take your revenge on me when even your weapon does no damage to me?....."

Orun roughly threw away the tired out body of Shakir on the ground and gazed at him once more.

"i am a generous monster and will allow you to spend the rest of your remaining life waiting for death so go back to wherever you cane from".

He was unwilling to kill Shakir because, he is too old to kill. Orun found it to be a hassle to kill a man who is already on the brink of death, and so decided to leave him be for a natural death.

Shakir however was not willing to back down and accept Orun's gracious attempt to spare his life. There is only one thing that is ever going to stop him, and that is him dying while trying to kill Orun, or committing suicide after somehow managing to kill Orun.

"job skill activation, inferno sword burst....."

Dashing towards Orun, Shakir activated his skill inferno sword burst. A skill that coats his two broken swords in flame to make it longer, and increasing its durability.

The result of the sword coated in flames upon making contact with another, is creating a burning effect sequence. Like a virus, it continues to slowly scrape off the outer part of the body all the way to the inner part.

The skill takes a long process to show its true nature, but once it does, it becomes a deadly venom that kills the infected from the inside.

Shakir swings down the flame coated sword down at Shakir.

"die you monster".

He says, thinking that a part of the flame was going to latch itself on Orun's body to begin the process of slowly penetrating into his inner part, but he was met with disappointment when the flame in the sword was being absorbed by Orun's body.

Orun as well was also caught with surprise on how his body is able to absorb the flame. He was aware that his core is a flame attribute type core, but that should not be enough reason for his body to be absorbing the flame casted by another.

There is also something else unusual about the flames he had absorbed that Orun found to be ridiculous. When Shakir activated his flame skill, it ticked Orun on in a familiar like setting.

He felt like a missing part of him was trying to make its way back to him. Like a child begging to be held by its mother in the place of a stranger.

The flame making contact with his body, continued to suck the life out of Shakir and clings unto Orun, permeating into him. All this while, Orun could feel his inferno core getting extended and being filled with infernal mana.

He turned to Shakir whose face just like his, is clouded with surprise and bewilderment. Orun walk towards him, smacked away the two sword he was holding unto, and grabs him by the neck.

"old man, I am only going to ask this once, and I want a direct response from you. How, did my infernal mana finds its way into your hands".

Orun asked with his expressionless face leaning on the side of curiosity.