Day 4 :

  My family removed the barricade.

  I quietly checked the staircase and the lower floor,

  The goblins from yesterday had probably gone back to their den on each floor, but now I understood why, I could see one of the girls barely 15, her belly was slightly bulging.

  They were impregnating the women and literally raising an army.

  At best they would double their size at worst triple.

  I came back to the upper floor, withdrawing the information about the new rising army.

  I stayed again at the staircase, nobody disturbed me this time, which meant that things would be worse.

  I did not dwell on humans’ matters but first began to think about the goblins and what I had to do.

  I need to keep checking on the pregnancy of the women, it would determine the amount of time I have left to train and prepare myself.

  I will probably need to fight again, yeah, I love killing and even the crisis of being in a life-or-death situation, but I am no battle junkie, and those goblins seem stronger.

  With my perception being almost double what it was on the first day, I can the see that the goblins have more meat on their bones, they are probably getting stronger, the problem is by how much.

  I now have 25 stat points in reserve, surely enough to ramp up my killing potential.

  As I was thinking and getting less focused on the future crisis, and thanks to my 15 in perception I could hear the conversations that were going on behind my back, literally and metaphorically.

  They were blaming me for the old couple’s death, for being so cold, comforting my parents about how some people are just cold and that only faith in God could bring me to the right path?

  Interesting discussion, what would happen when you put those in front of just a single goblin, he would probably slaughter them all.

  But they have a point, I am cold, too cold.

  I know it, the further I meditate on my life, the more I understand about myself, the less…

  The less I want to know about myself.

  Me too I want to be delusional.

  I turned around, loudly proclaimed: “Okay everyone, time to get back home.”

  And everyone did so, like the sheep they were too scared of the potential goblins attacks due to raising my voice.

  As we finished putting back the barricade, I looked at my family, some did not dare meet my eyes: my sister and my mother, the rest looked at me defiantly.

  My mouth opened for whatever reason and spouted out some words.

  “You are my family, despite everything I will always defend you, against monsters, people’s opinions, even myself, but…” I knew the end of my sentence, words at the tip of my tongue, words of truth ready to leave my throat, they had been waiting for years.

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  But I could not bring myself to say them.

  “Just forget it. Let’s eat and then everyone should train.” I did not disclose the impending crisis, it would probably lead to hysteria even inside my family, it was probably for the better.

  We ate and as I was returning to my room, I heard something that spoke for itself.

  “…They need water, we could probably share some with them.”“Yes we have enough water, enough to last us a few more days even with Ryan’s training.”“And the government would probably have secured us by that time, they can’t let a congressman …”

  I closed the door.

  Trained and trained even more, the pain subsidized by the rising stat points.

  Meditated for hours, I could probably meditate more, but I felt myself falling into a pit of self-depreciation and despair, but also one of delusion, like voices of good and evil.

  Good and evil.

  Ha, concepts that have no objective definition.

  I got up from my cross-legged position on the bed.

  As I write those words, I also hope for a better day.

  Like everyone, I hope for a better day.

  Meditation level up.

  Meditation had reached level 2, faster than physical conditioning, that was to be expected as I spent 2 more hours on it, nice.

  Now time to sleep and dream.

  I dreamed of even more training.

  What a funny situation, training in my sleep.

  Day 5:

  So, this day finally came, when one day was just like the previous one.

  No major events, except the water sharing and the lesser talks about myself but more about the government help, my father being the center of the discussion as he was a government official.

  I checked on the goblins below, nearly gave myself away.

  But the women’s bellies were growing at a frightening pace.

  Tomorrow.

  Tomorrow I will come down at night and try to silently kill the goblins.

  As night fell, I could not find sleep.

  I was taxed physically and mentally, but…

  I have to admit it, I do not want to face the goblins tomorrow.

  I am scared, what if they are way stronger than I expected?

  What if they were different more cunning or worse knew magic or all began the fighting by going into berserker mode.

  Day 1 was all but a congregation of luck, stupid, weak goblins, they were not even that weak, they literally were better than me in every single physical aspect.

  But as I write, in the morning of day 6, I know I am not scared of the goblins.

  Death has already visited and reaped me once.

  I am all too familiar with death and I will make it embraces those goblins with open arms.

  Day 6:

  After finishing writing all yesterday’s monologue.

  I went out of my room.

  Joined my family for breakfast, after a few minutes of silent munching, and as the possibility of my death loomed over me, I spoke up.

  “Remember that time when I threw up from my nose…”

  It quickly escalated into an anecdotes joust.

  The rest of the day went by like yesterday minus the water sharing, I overheard some neighbors asking for food, those pigs.

  After everyone was back home, my soul nearly left my body.

  Goblins were ugly and disgusting but never this scary.

  As I was the last to enter the house, I felt something on my back, and there he was on the door of the staircase, looking at me.

  He was darker shade of brown, eyes darker than blue, saliva dripping from his mouth, and a gaze that made me jump in fright as I was caught unprepared.

  We had a small visual contest, before he backed down and went down the stairs.

  I was being overconfident, if he had chosen to sneak up on me, I would already be dead.

  I went into the house, and told them to just lock the door, that I would be going out tonight to check some things and that I would place all the barricades upon my return.

  I trained like usual.

  Physical conditioning level up.

  Ha, right on the day where I might face my doom.

  But still a nice reward after overcoming the crisis.

  Hopefully.

  As nightfall came, I took a deep breath, before hiding my diary.

  Maybe there will be no Day 7. Maybe I am just crazy. Time to verify those maybes.

  ‘Status’

  Day 7: I can't let this story end due to mere goblins.