The hobgoblin sed Sophia’s body with a wicked expression. Sophia, atg the hobgoblin’s movements while slowly stepping back, saw his expression and shivered.
"What do I do? If I run, he might attack my back," Sophia thought to herself, trying to calm down as she sed her surroundings.
Boom!
The sound of the hobgoblin smashing a tree with his mace broke the silence.
Sophia looked at the tree, now shattered into pieces.
Gulp.
She swallowed hard, imagining what would happen if that mace smashed into her. Shaking the thought from her mind, she focused on finding a way to escape.
The hobgoblin, still grinning, took a step forward. Seeing this, Sophia had no choice but to run, using the trees as shields.
But to her terror, the hobgoblin simply walked after her, destroying the trees in his path. He swung his mace, breaking a tree, then grabbed a piece of it and threw it toward her.
Sophia, still running, felt uneasy and gnced back—just in time to see the k of wood flying toward her. She twisted her body at the st sed, narrowly dodging the piece aimed at her head.
Thud!
The sound snapped Sophia back to reality. Looking down, she saw another sharp piece of wood embedded ihigh, pierg straight through to the other side.
A scream couldn’t even leave her mouth as pain surged through her body like a bolt of lightning.
Blood gushed from her leg, staining the grass beh her. The hobgoblin didn’t stop. He walked closer and loomed over her.
As she y there, pale from blood loss, he raised his hand and swung his mace down toward her head.
Himmel, who was rushing toward the location, suddenly saw the blue dot on his map disappear. It was likely that Sophia had died. He quied his pace.
After a while, he arrived—and to his horror, the se before him made him sick.
The hobgoblin was chewing on peared to be a human hand.
Himmel took a deep breath, f himself to stay calm. He pulled out his sword and charged forward.
The hobgoblin, who had beeing, barely had time to react before Himmel appeared in front of him.
Ssh!
Ssh!
Himmel’s swleamed uhe sunlight as he made a swift move, slig through the hobgoblin’s hands. Green blood spttered, dreng the surroundings.
Driven by guilt and rage, Himmel didn’t stop. He cut the hobgoblin into pieces.
Half an hour ter, Himmel finally stopped. What was ohe hobgoblin was now just a pile of blood and flesh spread across the area.
He took a deep breath, calming himself down, then turo look at Sophia’s corpse—her body missing several limbs.
He walked over to her and silently began digging a small grave using his sword.
After finishing, Himmel carefully buried Sophia’s body and prayed for her to rest in peace.
Theuro camp, feeliy and guilty for failing to save her.
As he sat down, he suddenly remembered something—when he was cutting the hobgoblin, he had faintly heard the system’s voice.
He opened his status.
[Same as before]
[LVL 2 → 6]
[New Skill: The Sin of Wrath]
Description: The host bees immuo all fire and bee a physical maion of wrath. Users use their e—or the anger of others—as a power source, extending their lifespan or wielding it as a on. They bee immuo death unless certain ditions are met. The host also embodies hatred, violence, vengeance, and war—cepts reted to wrath.
[Ding! A new feature has been unlocked.]
Himmel’s eyes widened in surprise. He immediately opehe new feature.
[oints: 0]
(The host collect points from the anger of others and use them in the shop.)
[Ding! The shop will unloce the host accumutes 1000 WP.]
Seeing this, Himmel was shocked. A shop? This feature was more useful than he expected. He smirked.
"So, the more people I piss off, the more rewards I get?"
Closing his status s, Himmel g Sophia’s staff and elven robe. He stored them in his iory.
Then, he grilled some rabbit meat and ate it.
In a small vilge, the streets bustled with people moving in and out of shops.
Inside a dimly lit tavern, two men sat across from each other, both dressed in bck robes that cealed their faces.
“Do you have any information on ‘him’?” one of them asked.
The other shook his head. “Our intelligence reports say he hasn’t appeared in any nearby vilges.”
“Do you think he’ll e to this dungeon?”
“I doubt it. He already killed the Demon King. What could a small dungeon offer him?”
“But you know… he didn’t really kill the Demon King himself. The higher-ups say he’s possessed.”
“I don’t believe that. If he wasn’t skilled, how did he kill 98 and 99?”
The first man ched his fists in frustration. “Damn it. If he really killed them, I’ll tear him apart myself.”
As they spoke, their eyes kept sing the newers entering the tavern.
Meanwhile, Himmel—who had now his identity as Alen was exposed to Sigil—suddenly received a system notification.
[+50 WP from 97]
[+50 WP from 97]
[+50 WP from 97]
[+50 WP from 97]
[+50 WP from 97]
Himmel was stunned for a moment. Then, his gaze nded on the name ‘97’, and he suddenly remembered something.
“98 and 99... those were the assassins I killed.”
A grin formed on his lips.
“They must’ve been close.”
