Tutorial (2): Goblin Rampage
“Over there!!”
All the goblins around me grabbed daggers and swords and charged forward.
On the lower continent, goblins versus humans always ended with the humans winning, one hundred out of one hundred. But this was the tutorial—the situation was reversed.
These were modern people freshly summoned. Folks who’d taken peace, safety, and a calm tomorrow for granted. There was no way they could act properly when faced with a monster that killed without hesitation.
A clearing came into view up ahead, and the humans standing there caught my eye.
“Uh… where the hell is this?”
“Everyone, just calm down…”
They looked dazed, only just summoned and still out of it. Most clutched battered shields and swords.
The humans and goblin horde drew closer.
“Kyaaack!!! Monsters!!”
“Shields up, push forward…!”
“Run! There’s no way we can fight those things…!”
Some ran, some shoved others ahead, some collapsed in panic and sobbed. Total chaos.
What happened next and the outcome were all too predictable.
The lead goblins leaped in, slashing with daggers and wounding humans. The rest piled on, swinging wildly.
The clearing turned into a hellscape of flailing humans and hunting goblins.
Goblin swords and daggers had short reach, making it hard to land a fatal blow in one hit. In other words, poor finishing power.
From my experience, the system credited the kill to whoever finished the job, barring special cases.
A prime chance to rack up kills fast. I scooped up fallen daggers and swords nearby and hurled them, aiming for throats and foreheads to kill instantly.
My scrawny arms and small hands felt a bit awkward, but…
How many years have I been at this?
No misses, no hesitation.
Ever since my party betrayed me and left me a hunchback, I’d lived ignored and scorned by humans.
For someone like me, killing a person was no different from butchering livestock. Exactly that level.
My thrown daggers and swords sank into humans one after another.
Not a single one escaped without that “Why me?” look as they crumpled.
Once I’d killed nine, the situation wrapped up.
Kill Humans. 9 / 10
Just one more for quest completion. Regretfully, I scanned the clearing for anyone still breathing. That’s when I spotted a goblin toying with a dying man.
The goblin was gouging out the man’s eye with a dagger. The man could barely whimper.
“Kuhk… kuh…”
I didn’t even ask—just jammed my dagger’s tip into the man’s throat. Hot red liquid gushed out, soaking my hand.
The goblin stared at me in shock.
“I stabbed him so many times and he wouldn’t die… how’d you do it?”
“Aim for the throat next time.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. I’d basically stolen his kill. If he’d been human instead of goblin, we’d have fought big time. But these guys were surprisingly innocent despite their looks.
Rewards granted!
My body bulked up—arms and legs thickened a bit, hands too.
Huh… that’s it?
From memory, as a human, I’d gotten to pick a job right away. To check, I called up my status window in my head.
Name: Yeonwoo Kim
Job: — | Race: Goblin | Title: None
Traits (0 / 4) | Latent Abilities (0 / 1)
Even as a goblin, the status window was the same.
But compared to my human days, one difference stood out: “Race” added next to Job.
Seemed like race changes meant different reward baselines from humans.
“Fuck, not as clean as when I was human.”
Right then, another message flowed into my head.
Kill Humans. 0 / 30
The goblins around me were tearing into the humans. Some yanked off arms and gnawed, others carved out chunks with daggers. Every time a piece of flesh hit their mouths, their jaws worked. Blood smeared their lips.
The sight turned my stomach a little, but nothing else came to mind. This was a world where the weak got eaten.
Still, I passed on eating them myself. Gotta find other food later.
Someone shouted from afar.
“Humans!! Humans a bit further over here!!”
Another group. The goblins rushed off without a second thought.
I tagged along, kept hunting humans. The pattern was always like the first strike.
Goblins charging madly, humans fleeing in terror. A few came to their senses and fought back midway, but none could handle the green monsters in the end.
Kill Humans. 22 / 30
My strengthened body from the first quest let me throw faster, more weapons.
It snowballed the next quest like a sailboat with the wind. That’s why early leads matter—get strong quick, and the rest gets easier.
Then one goblin stood out.
He led the charge, slaying countless humans. He’d shove shield-bearers aside, create openings, then expertly slice throats or waists. Impressive.
Whenever he closed in, one human dropped guaranteed.
While I picked off foes from behind with throws, he danced with his blade up front, stacking kills.
For a goblin body, his potential was off the charts—I couldn’t even guess how far he’d go. A twinge of envy for his raw talent, unlike my scheming style.
Funny thing: goblins started wanting to follow me because I’d racked up kills throwing from the rear.
“Throwing weapons from back… how’d you think of that?”
“Take me under you!”
I’d figured greenskins valued frontline bloodbaths as virtue. Guess I was wrong.
About five goblins hovered, begging to join. But no way—I needed them as meat shields, not more baggage.
“What’s your name?”
Name, huh…
No way I’d reveal I was human. Instead of Yeonwoo Kim, I picked a greenskin alias.
“Kar. And… I work better alone.”
They slunk off, shoulders slumped, dejected.
The other goblins were setting up camp. They wove branches with looted human clothes into crude huts. Rough outside, but decent inside.
As dusk fell, they lit torches, gnawed human meat, and chattered happily.
Green skin, ugly faces—but huddled together gossiping, they seemed kinda cute.
I chuckled and shook my head.
What am I even thinking…
Someone nudged my arm.
“You don’t seem to like human meat, so have this fruit instead.”
Turning, it was the goblin who’d woken me first. He held out fruit in each hand.
Sensible unlike the rest—caught my interest.
“You… what’s your name?”
“Bok. Call me Bok.”
“Thanks, Bok.”
I took the fruit and slipped quietly into a hut.
…
Next day.
Everyone buzzed from early morning. First day’s success kept the festive mood.
They figured today would be the same—hunt humans the easy way.
“Hunt the humans!”
“Prepare for battle! Battle!”
Surviving humans had faced at least one goblin raid by now. Their responses split two ways.
First: Hide deep in the forest from goblins. In this vast woods, if they really tried, no tracking skill meant no finding them. They’d last a month that way.
I’d been like that at first. It worked short-term for survival, but on the lower continent, it left you uncompetitive—miserable life or quick death.
Even quick-witted guys like me ended up pathetic eventually, so outcomes were obvious.
Second: Figure quests, fight back aggressively. Closest to the right path.
Stay calm, clear quests, grow strong—goblins were surprisingly manageable then.
Keep completing quests to survive, and the lower continent was yours on a silver platter. But few pulled it off.
Biggest issue either way: They weren’t standing dumbly in clearings like day one.
The goblin horde finished breaking camp and moved out. I walked with them, eyes glued to the ground. Mid-rankers knew basic tracking.
Fresh moderns wouldn’t grasp tracks’ importance. My odd behavior drew some chats, but I ignored them.
By midday, tired goblins lagged—one by one.
Pace slowed noticeably. Stamina drained? No humans in sight, morale dipped? Or both.
Then, across the brush—human tracks. Tons of footprints.
Roughly thirty…
They pointed deeper into the forest. First or second type didn’t matter.
Kill Humans. 22 / 30
Use these goblins as shields, kill eight more.
“Everyone, over here! Humans went this way!”
Goblins reacted instantly. Tired eyes lit up.
“For real?”
“Where? Where?!”
“This way. Follow me!”
I read tracks, kept walking. The green mob trailed without suspicion, thrilled at killing humans.
Soon, a large cave appeared. I checked the ground again. Initial tracks: about thirty. But into the cave: mid-twenties.
Where’s the rest?
Tracks split off another way.
Split over disagreements…
No need to care now. Key was two dozen inside. Maybe one sentry, but none visible.
“Humans in the cave.”
My quiet words sparked goblin uproar.
“Kill! Humans!”
“Go! Go!!”
That announced us like “Coming in!” to those inside.
Strategically, stealth raid was best—but didn’t matter. I just needed kill count.
Goblins hearing me charged into the cave. I waited till all entered, then followed at the rear.