Chapter 4 - Goblin Extermination
Chapter 4 - Goblin Extermination
I paused my delusion for a moment and looked forward.
From within the darkness, four goblins were charging toward me, each wielding clubs.
It seems clubs are the basic weapon for goblins born in dungeons.
The goblins I'd seen outside usually only wore rags around their waists and were often empty-handed.
Even if they carried weapons, they were just rusty daggers or broken branches.
'They look the same inside the dungeon as outside.'
I picked up a loose stone rolling on the floor and threw it, aiming for the head of the goblin on the far right.
Bwoooong!
Pweoong!
The head of the goblin struck by the stone exploded like a fruit thrown against a wall.
Kkieeeeek!?
The remaining three goblins were startled, seeing their comrade collapse with its head suddenly burst open.
Kkikkikkie! Kkieeeee!
But the goblins weren't afraid of me. Instead, they grew angrier and charged toward me.
Whether it's because they're stupid or simply don't consider the possibility of their own death, that's a defining characteristic of goblins.
Because of that mental structure, it makes the delusion of a careless adventurer being caught by goblins and violated feel all the more vivid.
I could keep picking up stones and throwing them to easily take them down, but I thought that would be a bit dull.
Since there's no one around anyway, it might be good to try taking them down in various ways.
'But let's do it in a way that doesn't splatter blood.'
Kkikkikkikkie!
The goblin on the far left leaped and swung its club at me.
Before the club could touch my body, I put force into my right index finger and stabbed the goblin's head.
Pooook!
The goblin's skull was penetrated in an instant, and my thick index finger damaged its brain.
The goblin dangled from my finger in midair as it lost its life.
'Ugh, there's a weird feeling on my finger. Disgusting.'
When I pulled my finger out of the goblin's head, its body dropped to the floor with a thud.
I flicked the goblin's blood and brain matter off my finger.
Kkie! Kkikkikkie!
Peobeok! Peobeok!
While I was dealing with one goblin, the other two were swinging their clubs, hitting my legs and stomach.
But attacks from goblins couldn't even scratch my body, let alone tickle.
'What should I do with these two...'
I wanted to test out various methods, but when it came down to it, I could only think of either punching through their bodies or grabbing them and throwing them hard against the wall.
And both methods risked splattering blood or breaking the Magic Stones inside their bodies.
I thought about trying to quickly move and rip out their hearts, but if I messed up, my clothes would just end up covered in blood, so I concluded it was better to just kill them normally.
"Eish."
I clenched both fists and brought them down on the heads of the two goblins.
Ppeoeok!
The goblins' heads caved in, their chins driven down to their collarbones as the two goblins collapsed on the spot.
As long as I control my strength well, this method surprisingly lets out the least blood.
'Alright, now I need to extract the Magic Stones.'
I tried to take out my dagger from my backpack to extract the Magic Stones.
But just as I grabbed the backpack strap to put it down, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
'Can't I just pull them out with my hands?'
The dagger in my backpack is practically just a fruit peeler anyway.
Even if I wash it after cutting open a goblin's chest, I wouldn't want to use that dagger to peel fruit.
In that case, it might be better to just reach in with my hands.
My fingers are already covered in goblin blood and brain matter anyway, so it wouldn't make much of a difference now to shove my hand into a goblin's chest.
I grabbed the side of the goblin with its head pierced, lifted it up, and shoved my hand into its chest.
Pooook!
The lukewarm sensation of the goblin's insides could be felt through my fingers.
If I'm going to put my fingers into someone's body, I'd rather it be the soft, warm pussy of a pretty woman, not an ugly goblin.
Wiggling my fingers around, I felt something hard—not bone—embedded in the center of the goblin's chest.
'This must be the Magic Stone.'
I grabbed the object I thought was the Magic Stone with my fingers and pulled my hand out.
A small, light green mineral that looked like a tiny jewel was clutched in my fingers.
'So this is a Magic Stone. Let's shake off the blood first.'
Bwoong! Bwoong! Bwoong!
I vigorously shook my hand to flick off the goblin's blood from both the Magic Stone and my hand.
I put the bloodless Magic Stone into the money pouch at my waist.
Then I repeated the process, extracting Magic Stones from the remaining three goblins, flicking off the blood, and putting them into my money pouch.
There was plenty of room in the money pouch, but keeping Magic Stones together with coins felt a bit off.
'I should bring a separate pouch for Magic Stones next time.'
There's only one more goblin left to complete the request.
But coming all the way to the dungeon just to kill five goblins feels too anticlimactic.
I figured it'd be good to hunt goblins until the money pouch couldn't hold any more Magic Stones.
The more Magic Stones I have, the more money I accumulate.
Which means I'll have more spare funds to visit the red-light district.
Enthusiasm swelled in my chest.
'Alright! Let's go!'
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About 20 minutes had passed since I entered the dungeon.
When I first stepped inside, there was some excitement, but now it's just boring.
Since there's no possibility of a goblin killing me, there's no sense of crisis or tension.
Ppaak!
Punch a goblin's head.
Pooook!
Shove my hand into its chest and pull out the Magic Stone.
Bwoong! Bwoong!
Flick off the blood and put the Magic Stone into the money pouch.
I just kept repeating this action.
The goblins didn't get scared and try to avoid me. Instead, since I was alone, they'd cheerfully charge at me, so I collected enough Magic Stones to make the pouch bulging.
Hunting goblins repeatedly like working an assembly line got boring, so I'm hunting goblins mindlessly while deluding about a scenario where Leni-ssi gives me a deep, thorough guide on how to act as a man.
In this delusion, I've ejaculated four times in Leni-ssi's mouth, five times on her chest, twice on her hands, and seven times between her thighs.
In this delusion, Leni-ssi is set up as a teasing older-sister type who enjoys tormenting me by keep delaying putting it into her pussy.
Just like in reality, the me in this delusion is of course virile, but with the hunting being so boring and repetitive, the details of the delusion are gradually getting blurry.
I need some new stimulation.
Like meeting a pretty girl, for example.
Someone who could become new material for delusions is always welcome.
If they end up having a real, deep relationship with me in reality, then even more so.
If a woman in need of my help suddenly appeared in a crisis, that would be truly fateful.
'But there's no way something that convenient would happen.'
No matter how much this is a fantasy world and I've been reincarnated into a special situation.
Something like that wouldn't happen so easily.
This is the first floor of the dungeon, after all.
It's a beginner hunting ground, so to speak.
There's no way a female adventurer who fits my tastes and is in danger at a place like this would...
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaah!"
A woman's scream faintly echoed from deeper within the dungeon.
'Huh? No way? Really? For real? At this timing?'
Just as I was lamenting that it couldn't possibly happen, a woman's scream rang out.
I never imagined this kind of situation would actually occur.
But there's no time to be dumbfounded.
It wasn't a fierce battle cry but clearly the scream of a woman in shock.
The woman screaming must be in a dangerous crisis right now.
If that's the case, I need to save her as quickly as possible.
I put strength into my feet and pushed off the ground.
Kwang!
The ground caved in from my strength as I leaped forward.
With just one push off the ground, I could cover a long distance.
This absurdly impossible sprint, like something out of a movie, was perfectly possible with my current strength.
Kkikkikkk?
The goblins were startled to see me suddenly moving at tremendous speed.
But I don't have time to deal with them now.
Kwang!
Kwang!
Kwang!
I pushed off again and again, racing quickly toward the deeper area.
The owner of the scream I'd faintly heard was still not in sight.
Kwang!
When I pushed off the ground again.
In the faint darkness unfolding before my eyes, a crisis was taking place.
A woman who looked human was slumped against the wall.
And a woman who appeared to be beastkin was standing in front of the slumped woman, her left arm hanging limply while gripping a dagger in her right hand.
In front of them stood a massive goblin holding a large club befitting its enormous size.
Anyone could see it was a crisis.
If I had to guess, they were probably just hunting goblins when that giant goblin—probably a Hobgoblin—appeared and ambushed them.
The beastkin woman's limp left arm was evidence of being hit by the goblin's attack.
The slumped woman, judging by her attire, was a priestess.
With no combat ability herself, even after getting injured, the beastkin woman, who could fight at least somewhat, must be trying to protect her.
But at this rate, they would both fall to the Hobgoblin.
If this were my delusion, the Hobgoblin would break the beastkin woman's other arm, incapacitate her, then thoroughly violate her with its massive cock right in front of the priestess-looking woman.
Watching her comrade being violated, trembling in fear, pissing herself in terror, the priestess woman would be powerless, only able to watch as her comrade is raped.
Or even if she tried to escape, other goblins attracted by the screaming beastkin woman's cries would gang-rape her.
Of course, this is my delusion.
I don't think the Hobgoblin would actually rape them.
As evidence, the Hobgoblin is raising its club high, aiming for the head of the beastkin woman blocking its path.
In reality, if I leave them like this, they'll be killed meaninglessly by the Hobgoblin.
I enjoy deluding about countless people in unfortunate situations or tragedies of a sexual nature for stimulation.
But that's only in delusions.
It's because they're delusions—things that don't happen in reality—that I can enjoy tragedies and misfortunes.
I'm not so mentally broken that I enjoy such things happening in reality.
YES to delusions, NO to reality.
If I left them like this, the beastkin woman's skull would be crushed, and she'd meet a gruesome death.
I'm not into gore.
I absolutely don't want images of women with crushed heads appearing in my dreams.
So I will absolutely change this situation.
Fortunately, right now I have the power to make that possible.
If I can become close with these two women by saving them, that's even better for me.
Could it lead to a situation where they repay me for saving their lives with their bodies?
My motivation surges.
Kwang!
I pushed off the ground with all my might.
The surrounding scenery rapidly passed by as the distance to the Hobgoblin closed, and I flew to its vicinity in an instant.
Kuuwoong!
I stomped my feet into the ground to anchor my body.
Even moving at high speed, I can keep up with that velocity.
It's the result of training from a young age by running around the forest to deal with fast-moving enemies.
I clenched my right fist.
But I immediately loosened my strength considerably.
If I hit it with full force, the Hobgoblin would explode on the spot.
Then its Magic Stone would break, and the women would be drenched in blood along with the exploded Hobgoblin's fragments.
I can't create a situation that completely ruins my first impression.
Instead, I'll make my voice loud and forceful.
"UURIYAAAAAAAH!!!"
I thrust my fist toward the goblin's shoulder.
Ppeoeoeoeoeoek!
Even though it's a goblin, with its massive body, the Hobgoblin's thick, surprisingly muscular shoulder crumpled like tissue paper before my Superhuman Strength.
Feeling the sensation of muscle being crushed, I extended my fist as if pushing through.
The Hobgoblin bounced across the floor, flung forward roughly 20 meters.
Fortunately, the Hobgoblin's body didn't explode.
My finely tuned strength control, trained to find the perfect "stroke strength," delivered exactly the power I wanted.
"Oh?"
"Huh?"
The gentle voices of two women reached my ears.
I turned my head and looked at the two women.
Both the dagger-wielding beastkin woman and the slumped priestess woman were staring at me with wide eyes.
Seeing them up close, they're both beautiful. No, judging by their youthful faces, it's more appropriate to call them beautiful young girls.
Maybe they're around the same age as me.
I want to look at their faces and bodies in more detail, but I can do that later.
First, the important thing is the first impression.
Staring too intently would give a bad impression.
"Are you alright?"
Let's respond like a gentleman.
If I play my cards right, maybe a day will come when I respond as a gentleman of the night as well?