As the figure slowly emerged from the darkness, the eerie atmosphere ihe previously quiet cave grew even more uling.

  The goblins, sensing danger, immediately raised their bows and fired an arrow at the distant man.

  In respohe man, fully armored and hidden in the shadows, deflected the ining arrow with his sword and quickly used his shield to repel a goblin that leaped at him from the darkness.

  How many grueling battles, how much repeated training would it take to perform such precise as?

  As the priestess stood, bewildered and unsure, a voice slowly emerged from beh the helmet...

  "One."

  With that, Goblin Syer pressed his torch against the face of the goblin that had tried to ambush him.

  Its screams ended quickly, and anoblin corpse littered the cave.

  In the distahe goblin with the bow tried to flee, but the priestess, ag on instinct, blocked its path for just a moment.

  In that brief hesitation, a kill hot from killing its panion, buried itself into the goblin's skull.

  "Two."

  The goblin fell, its skull shattered.

  Soon, after a battle with no glory and a victory soaked in filth, Goblin Syer calmly pulled his dirty, brain-spttered short sword from a goblin's corpse.

  Witnessing this, the priestess trembled with fear.

  Despite being saved, she saw the armored man as something even more terrifying than the goblins themselves.

  "Wh-Who are you...?"

  Finally, uo suppress her fear any longer, she asked iill, tense air.

  The response came...

  "Goblin Syer."

  —Not a dragon-sying hero or a monster hunter, but a killer of the weakest creatures: goblins.

  Under normal circumstances, such a ridiculous title would make anyone ugh, but here and now, in this atmosphere, the priestess felt no humor, no absurdity.

  Because standing before her was exactly what the name said—a genuine Goblin Syer.

  ......

  The se ended, and as preparations for the shot began, Edward showed the already-filmed segment to the excited adventurers o.

  The adventurers, who had seen the se in person, couldn’t believe how different it looked on camera.

  Even Saeki, who had read the script many times and participated in the filming, couldn’t help but marvel at the differenbsp;

  The iwining of blood and fire in the se left a far deeper impression when viewed through the lens.

  When Goblin Syer began walking slowly towards them from the distance, everyo an overwhelming sense of dread, as if they were truly part of the story being told.

  The feeling of narrowly esg death, and the suffog fear that came with the presence of Goblin Syer, engulfed them.

  For these adventurers, the filmmaking process was a new experienbsp;

  Seeing the finished product, they couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride and satisfa, far beyond what they would feel after killing a hundred goblins.

  As soon as the short preview ehe crowd erupted in appuse.

  Their motivation visibly surged, a testament to the film's power.

  Filming resumed, with many props from the previous se left in pbsp;

  Deeper within the cave, the crew had arrahe setting acc to Edward's instrus.

  As for the actors, after seeing the footage, any doubts Edward had about their performances vanished.

  Whether it was due to the effects of the suggestion magic or simply the actors pying to their own strengths—likely both—their performances had been seamless.

  There had only been one i: a goblin actor went a little wild o.

  With everything ba order, filming resumed for the sed half of the se.

  ......

  Led by the seasoned Goblihe priestess soon reached the deepest part of the cave.

  This time, even Goblin Syer was cautious, taking time to make some small preparations before proceeding.

  Meanwhile, following Goblin Syer's pn, the priestess raised her staff and whispered, "O great god of light, grant us your holy radiao guide us through the darkness...!"

  In this world, the primary faith was tered around the church, so Edward had adjusted the script accly.

  He didn’t want to create a new religion, as that could draw the ire of the established church.

  As the priestess cast her holy light spell, Goblin Syer charged into the goblin-filled stone hall, his back to the brilliant glow.

  In the light, the grotesque forms of the goblins became clearly visible.

  Ihe hall were six regur goblins, oblin, aed on a chair, a goblin wearing a skull—a goblin shaman, clearly capable of using magic.

  "Six, plus one big one and a shama left."

  Blinded by the sudden light, the goblins, used to the dark, struggled in disarray.

  Only the goblin shaman, a higher species, ighe light and raised its staff, beginning to t an unfamiliar spell.

  But in an instant, Goblin Syer hurled a spear with pinpoint accuracy, pierg the shaman’s body.

  The creature let out a dying scream and tumbled from its chair.

  With the shaman dead, panic began to spread among the goblins.

  But before they could fully prehend their leader’s demise, Goblin Syer was already retreating back through the cave.

  This se spanned half the cave, presenting a challenge for both the filming and the actors.

  Saeki, pying Goblin Syer, relied entirely on his own strength to pull off the performanbsp;

  As an experienced adventurer, much of what happened in the script was something he had experienced firsthand in his own life.

  At this moment, he fully embodied the role of Goblin Syer, delivering a performance so precise and intehat everyone o held their breath.

  In this se, Saeki’s skills as a fourth-tier Sword Soul and silver-ranked adventurer were on full dispy.

  His endurance, precision, and power left everyone in awe.

  Even those adventurers who had initially doubted his ability to lead the film now respected him, realizing that few in the northern adventurer's guild could match his abilities.

  The only strahing was that none of them had ever heard of this powerful adventurer before.

  But that made sense, as Saeki had goo great lengths to sever ties with his past. Even the name Saeki was just an alias.

  ......

  Eventually, after sying every goblin in the cave, Goblin Syer and the priestess reached its deepest chamber. With practiced ease, Goblin Syer lifted a hidden wooden board.

  Ihey found not only stolen treasures but also four trembling goblin children, huddled in fear.

  "We’re lucky," Goblin Syer remarked. "These things breed fast. If we were ahere’d probably be fifty of them by now, and they’d be attag human vilges."

  As he spoke, Goblin Syer gripped his club tightly, staring down at the quivering children.

  "Even the children... must die?"

  As the priestess asked the question, she already khe answer.

  She was surprised by how cold her voice sounded, as if her heart had grown numb to the reality before her.

  "Of course."

  Goblin Syer’s reply was colder still, or perhaps it was simply matter-of-fact: "They will never fet this hatred. The ones who survive will grow smarter and seek revenge."

  Raising his club, Goblin Syer tinued, "There’s no reason to let them live."

  "...Even if there’s a kind goblin among them?"

  "A kind goblin?"

  Goblin Syer paused for a moment, as if the thought was absurd, and then answered decisively, "Maybe if you look hard enough. But... only a goblin that never shows itself to humans is a good goblin!"

  With that, blood and fire pletely engulfed the pitch-bck cave.

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