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The goblin in that estranged group that was with the protagonist when he defeated an orc. He is currently a noble class, the highest amongst the protagonist’s subordinates. He prefers to use the spear.
[Goblin] Gi Gu
The former leader of the village. He was pressured by the protagonist in his goblin noble form, and was added to his subordinates. He uses the long sword, and is relatively smart for a goblin rare. Became a goblin noble in chapter 39.
[Goblin] Gi Gi
Known as a beast warrior, a goblin with the ability to tame beasts.
He evolved while hunting spear deer with the protagonist.
He prefers to use the axe. His goblin class is rare.
[Goblin] Gi Go
A goblin with many wounds on his body. The food of his horde was stolen by the gray wolves, so he made a decision to follow the protagonist. He is the most experienced amongst the goblin rares. His weapon is a curved katana. He acts like a samurai.
Recently became a noble, and received the divine protection of the Sword God, Ra Baruza.
[Goblin] Gi Za
The druid goblin rare that recently joined them.
[Goblin] Gi Ji
A goblin rare. He evolved in chapter 37 after hunting with Gi Ga. He has the <> skill which makes him great for scouting.
[Goblin] Gi Do
Druid. Uses wind magic.
[Goblin] Gi Jii
Goblin Rare. From Gi Gu’s Faction. He is known for his <> which allows him to see his opponent’s weakness.
[Goblin] Gi Da
Goblin Rare. From Gi Ga’s faction. Notable skills are <> and <>.
[Goblin] Gi Zu.
Goblin Rare. The goblin favored by the Mad God (Zu Oru). Has the <> skill.
[Goblin] Gi Zo
Druid. Water magician.
[Goblin] Gi De
Leader of Paradua, one of the four goblin tribes and are known for their use of rider-beasts, which are essentially giant tigers.
Leader of Gaidga, one of the four goblin tribes and are known for their valor and brutish strength.
Receiver of the title, The First Archer. He is the second in command in Ganra, one of the four tribes known for their rare ability amongst goblins to use bows.
The Princess of Ganra. She is the only female goblin rare introduced so far.
From Gordob tribe. He is the father of their priestess.
Reshia Fel Zeal (17 years-old)
The priestess known as the saint. As the Healing Goddess’ follower, she lives to spread the word and teach righteousness. She has the divine protection of the goddess, and can heal others.
Lili (21 years-old)
She studied the famous sword style, Zweil Style, in the capital. She has sworn fealty to Reshia. And while she may have lost to the protagonist in one hit, she has proven herself strong enough to easily defeat three normal goblins.
Mattis (26 years-old)
The second son of a farmer. He’s largely responsible for drying the meat to preserve them.
Chinos (24 years-old)
The third son of a farmer. He plows the fields and is close to Mattis.
Keifel (28 years-old)
An adventurer who took on a request to escort Reshia through the Forest of Darkness. He’s strong enough that he could easily wield a steel great sword, but the protagonist still managed to kill him.
Zeon (32 years-old)
A follower of Ativ. He specializes in fire magic. In his battle against the protagonist, he used his fire magic, but still lost. In the end, he tried to blow himself up along with the protagonist, but the protagonist’s words agitated him, causing him to lose the opportunity.
Tinra (23 years-old)
A villager. She is one of the women used by the goblins as a breeding machine that the protagonist killed.
Ashtal Do Germion (59 years-old)
The king that rules the western region of the continent in which the Forest of Darkness and the connecting borders are included. He is a powerful ruler with seven holy knights under him. He has recently ordered three of those holy knights to search for the saint.
Gowen Ranid (45 years-old)
The feudal lord that rules over the region next to the Forest of Darkness. As one of the country’s strongest powers, he is renowned as the Iron-Armed Knight. He is currently leading his soldiers in a quest to find the saint.
Gulland Rifenin (31 years-old)
A former adventurer. As one of the country’s strongest powers, he is renowned as the Storm Knight. He’d been stationed in the northern mountains, but the king called him back to send him off in a quest for the saint.
Gene Marlon (24 years-old)
As one of the country’s strongest powers, he is renowned as Lightning-Fast Knight. He was previously stationed at the south, but the king called him back to send him on a quest to search for the saint. Killing is his favorite past-time. Whether it’s a man, a demihuman or a monster, they’re all just pieces of meat to be cut down before him.
Herculean Wyatt (40 years-old)
A member of the Blood Oath of the Flying Swallow. He specializes in handling great shields. He has a gentle personality, but beware for his anger isn’t one to be taken lightly.
Mage Killer Mill (19 years-old)
A member of the Blood Oath of the Flying Swallow. She is an assassin that favors the use of talons. Renowned as the mage killer, she is a mage’s worst nightmare.
Wand of Destruction Bellan (37 years-old)
A member of the Blood Oath of the Flying Swallow. He wields a fire staff. As a former knight, he cares a great deal about honor.
Hawk-Eyed Fick (31 years-old)
An adventurer with two names. He has exceptional perception and skill. He is currently searching through the Forest of Darkness under Gulland’s lead.
The White Hand of Life (Previously translated as divine hands) (Age Unknown)
A priest robed in white. She specializes in healing and support. Her age, name, and origin are all unknown.
Vitz (25 years-old)
A talkative sword-wielding adventurer. He’s actual strength isn’t bad, but he’s still far from being deserving of a second name.
Yugil (26 years-old)
An adventurer and an unwilling shield bearer. He might appear old, but he is actually still young.
Yoshu (26 years-old)
The younger brother of the slaves Gene purchased. The collar of obedience around his neck keeps him from going against Gene’s orders. Healers are rare, so he’s been made into a shield bearer.
Shumea (28 years-old)
The older sister of the slaves Gene purchased. The collar of obedience around her neck keeps her from going against Gene’s orders. Contrast to her brother who bears a shield, she uses a spear.
Household of the Gods
The Goddess of the Underworld and the Goddess of Valor. As the goddess the snakes serve, she has given her blessing to the protagonist. She is a dangerous woman with her deep jealousy and fierce temperament.
The Goddess of Healing. She has given her blessing to Reshia. She has also warned the protagonist to protect her. Altesia might hate her, but she doesn’t feel the same way toward Altesia.
Pitch Black (Verid)
A one-eyed red-eyed snake that belongs to the Goddess of the Underworld.
Known to the goblins as the Lord of Decay. He is one of the snakes that fought the world with the Goddess of the Underworld.
The elven woman Gene purchased. She became a slave after running away from her tribe.
A high kobold. She is one of the protagonist’s pets.
The protagonist managed to tame her by giving her orc corps and other meat as bait.
She is a fortuitous kobold who somehow managed to become the leader of her pack.
As the pup of the gray wolves, she has been given the elven name that means lady of the lake. Reshia, Lili, and other children and women are quite taken by her lovely fur.
As the pup of the gray wolves, he has been given the name of a wise human monarch that means sovereign of the wind’s howls. His uninhibited personality leads him to battle Hasu for ranks on a daily basis.
A timid orc. Gol Gol had taken a liking for him despite his small body. After Gol Gol died, he led the orcs to the west, but the protagonist managed to capture them.
The orc king that attacked the village. He is a berserker who can use skills. He was defeated by the protagonist.
Volume 2 – Intermission: Ancient Hero
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Possessed Skills, The Right Hand of Tyranny
Divine Protection, Wind God
Carad was a demihuman born a slave. His father and his mother were both slave demihumans, though their brown fur was greatly praised within the Fang Tribe.
Carad was born a slave and grew up a slave, just like his mother and father who lived a life of slavery and eventually died a slave.
“Our ancestors once ran freely through the vast plains.”
He still remembered the gentle voice of his mother.
“So why are we here? In a place like this?”
Life as a slave was horrible. They were forced to live in small rooms and were even forbidden from going out. They couldn’t even eat their fill.
One day, when the elven children made him cry, he asked his mother that question.
“…Well, once upon a time, we suddenly found ourselves in the middle of a war, then before we knew it, we ended up here.”
When Carad saw his mother’s lonely face, he couldn’t find it in him to ask any more.
But he knew that they were slaves without any rights, neither the right to live nor the right to die.
Eventually, his parents died, and some decades later, he suddenly found himself a part of a slave platoon headed to Sinfall.
“Yo, brother,” a voice called out to him.
“You again,” Carad said.
In front of Carad was a Fang Tribe youngster from another village.
“Don’t be so cold,” the youngster said.
“I don’t have any business with you,” Carad said.
“But I do. Brother, won’t you come with us? We’ll happily receive you.”
This man has been pestering him since yesterday, asking him to come to their village.
There they could hunt as they please, fight as they please, and raise a family as they pleased.
“…Retreat is death. Every slave knows that,” Carad said.
His nearby comrades who were like him all had resigned eyes. Slaves were usually killed whenever they ran to set an example.
“I don’t know what happened to you in the past, but this is an opportunity. In order to be like our ancestors we’re going to —Hey! Where are you going?”
“Sorry, but I want to work on my weapon. I want to increase my odds of surviving even a little.”
“Not like you can call your current life ‘living’.”
Carat angrily turned back to the young man. “Even so, I don’t want to die. That’s why we…”
The man frowned. “There’s still tomorrow. I hope you can give me a good answer then.”
“I’m telling you, I—”
“I’ll wait for you, brother.”
The youngster turned around and walked away. On his back could be seen countless wounds, some still fresh.
“He’s a slave too, isn’t he? Why is he so persistent?” Carat muttered.
When he came back to his comrades, he started working on his rusted iron equipment. The leather armor they had were desperately made by the women even though they might never come home. Their armor was far inferior compared to the blue-silver steel the elves wore.
Every day was just another struggle with death.
Despite that he wanted to meet his wife. Though few, he wanted to protect the people he loved. That was the one thing that kept Carad ‘alive’, and he didn’t have the courage to severe it.
“Hey, that guy just now…” A demihuman said.
Aside from doing maintenance on their equipment there wasn’t much to do. The whole Symphoria army had become relaxed since they conquered Sinfall, but the werewolves held their breath and waited in the sidelines for the next battle as they always did.
“He went back,” Carad said, though he seemed to be brooding.
“What? Did something happen?” The demihuman asked.
“I was just wondering… What is it like to be free?” Carad said.
Carad tried not to think about it, but when there was nothing to do, he couldn’t help but think of it.
“You’ll be able to eat as much meat as you want, I guess?” A demihuman replied.
“Stupid, you think you can hunt with your skills?” Carad bantered.
They talked idly among themselves, but in the end, someone sighed and said, “It probably feels like the hero, Harid, did.”
The hero, Harid.
That was the name of the hero werewolf who stood against the humans when they were being chased through the plains. Carad always enjoyed hearing bedtime stories of his tales from his mother.
He dreamt of becoming like him one day.
He never stopped dreaming even when he was bullied by the elven children, but somewhere someway, he started thinking it was impossible for him to become that hero.
“The hero, Harid, huh?”
Since when did he…
The next day, that man came again. His proposition hadn’t changed, but Carad suddenly thought of asking him something.
“Hey, do you know the story of the hero, Harid?” Carad asked.
“Hah? Well, yeah, I’m pretty sure,” the youngster demihuman replied.
As the story goes…
The Fang Tribe was living peacefully in the plains, but then the humans suddenly attacked.
Merchants they once traded with.
Hunters who helped them before.
Villages they’d never seen before.
All sorts of humans suddenly pointed their blades at them and hunted their kind. The werewolves had their hands full just running away.
In the end, they were driven to a corner, but just when they thought it was over, a hero appeared.
A young man by the name of Harid, who ran through the woods with his giant gray wolf friends.
With the strength to tear through even armor of iron and a fur impervious even to fire, Harid led his tribe and fought against the humans for the sake of his brethren.
But Harid wasn’t just brawns, he was smart too.
He had friends among the humans and knew their strength. He knew full well that if he fought them he would surely die.
Yet despite knowing that he fought against them.
After seven days and seven nights of fighting, Harid managed to drive the humans to the other side of the plains. He had successfully brought peace to the Fang Tribe, but the fierce battle left him critically wounded. In his last moments, he told his brethren to run to the forest, then he passed on to paradise.
There he lies, recovering from his wounds, and one day, when his brethren are in danger, he will rise from his sleep and save them.
After that the Fang Tribe ran to the forest and sought refuge from the elves.
“He sacrificed himself to save others. In the end, he was named a hero, to be praised for all time,” Carat said to the youngster demihuman after telling Harid’s story. “What do you think Harid would think if he saw us today?”
“…I’m sure not even he would believe that the elves could become so rotten.”
Carad’s eyes opened wide when he heard the demihuman’s response. “Became rotten? But they were always like this.”
The demihuman shook his head. “Where we live, they mostly leave us alone except for a visit once every few years.”
Carad couldn’t believe his ears. If this demihuman’s words were to be believed, the elves weren’t particularly bad, it was just the Jirad.
Carad drooped his ears, while the man before him narrowed his eyes. An odd seemingly apologetic atmosphere appeared between them.
What’s going on? Carad wondered.
The demihuman didn’t speak. He just quietly stood there.
“…Why did Harid fight, I wonder. Even though he knew he could die… Didn’t he fear death?”
When Carad finally spoke, those were the words that came out.
“Who knows?” The demihuman said. “He was a chieftain, so he must’ve had a strong sense of duty. That’s probably it.”
Then as if he was talking about an old friend, Carad said, “It was as if—”
But then a voice yelled.
“Hey, what are you doing!?” An elf yelled, cutting their conversation short.
“Not good, I have to go!” Carad said.
But when he tried to go back, the youngster demihuman with him pulled his arm.
“Brother, come here this evening. Let’s continue this talk.”
“Now’s not the time for—”
“Come! You must definitely come!”
Then the man turned, and he vanished like the wind.
Tonight would be the fifth night since they’ve occupied Sinfall.
Strong winds blew from the south to the north, making a groaning sound that shook one’s ears.
During the night the slaves were chained and gathered in one spot. Carad’s eyes darted to and fro, but he couldn’t search for the man he met this afternoon.
The elves had been partying again, but now, it was so quiet only the winds made noise.
Carad’s ears stood as he focused his hearing.
For some reason, he felt uneasy.
He kept thinking back to that man’s expression.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t move. If he were to move even a little, the chains attached to his neck would rustle.
From the start, he knew he wouldn’t be able to meet him.
Carad closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep. It would be foolish to tire himself before the war began.
When sleep took him, he saw the hero, Harid.
Of course, he’d never actually seen the man before, but he had come up with his own image within his mind.
When he saw his face, he suddenly found himself unhappy.
In his dream, he struggled to speak, but when he finally managed to, what came out was a question.
“Why are we in a place like this?”
The hero fought the humans. That’s praiseworthy. But in the end, his decision led to them being enslaved. He couldn’t even use his life the way he wished.
—“Not like you can call your current life ‘living’.”
Whose words were those?
Right. It’s not your fault that we’re here.
But still… Why are you sleeping so peacefully?
If you’re a hero, then save us!
Suddenly, Carad opened his eyes.
A bad dream, Carad thought.
A grim reminder for a dream; of course, it was bad.
It was cold. Apparently, his back had drawn cold sweat.
Then a voice called out to him.
“So this is where you were,” it said.
Still half asleep, Carad mistook the figure before him for the hero in his dreams, and the words it spoke were like a saving hand to him from the sorrow he felt in his dream.
Carad blinked his eyes a few times then looked up that figure.
—Alone, dressed in armor, and covered in blood… the hero stands before me.
After blinking a few times, it finally dawned on him that this was the man that spoke to him this afternoon.
“Oh… It’s you.”
Carad tried to talk as he usually did.
He thought he was hallucinating, but the smell of blood was real.
That ferociously exhaling breath coupled with that sharp gaze that reminded one he was a warrior.
“Are you hurt?” Carad asked as he stood up, causing the chains to rustle.
At that, the sleeping brethren around them began to wake.
“I came to pick you up, brother.”
His low-pitched voice resounded with the wind, making it hard to hear.
Carad saw a light from behind the demihuman. Was that a torch?
The other demihumans quietly watched Carad and this demihuman’s exchange as they woke.
Carad blinked his eyes again as the demihuman folded his arms and spoke in a loud voice. “The hero, Harid, fought the humans until the end of his life! After he fought for seven days and seven nights, he spent every last breath in his children’s arms guiding our kind!”
Carad, who had long stopped thinking, saw the figure of that great hero flash through his mind. The other members of the Fang Tribe were the same. As he and his brethren started to get noisy, the man before them spoke again.
“The hero, Harid, said he couldn’t peacefully pass unless our tribe fulfilled one wish. He said that if our brothers were to fall later, it would be our responsibility!”
At the man’s words, emotions rose within Carad’s chest. Fearless Fang Tribe members carrying torches gathered around from behind the demihuman.
“Save them, he said! Only then would he able to pass peacefully. Save them! He demanded, tears of blood streaming down his eyes as he desperately tried to reach out with his hands and ground his teeth! Then he died!”
Save them! Save me! How long had Carad said those words?
Whether it was in their hearts, or on the brink of death, or in their daily lives… The demihumans of Jirad never stopped saying those words.
“Descendant of the ferocious crystal, a member of the Fang Tribe (Werewolf), I am the Tyrant, Mido!”
As the light from the torches touched the werewolves, their spirits rose.
In the dark of the night, those plains Carad once dreamt of appeared, and the man before him –No, the hero, Harid, howled out these words: “I’ve come to save you, brothers!”
Mido howled as his emotions flowed out of him.
“Brethren of the south, forgive our delay! But tonight! We shall at long last restore your glory. The hero, Harid’s, dying wish shall today be fulfilled!”
There wasn’t a werewolf who did not shed a tear at those words.
“Break free from your chains and stand, brethren!!”
The hero had at long last come to save them.
“With these hands, let us take back our freedom!”
That night, the 200 slave demihumans of the elves switched sides to the Forni-Goblin Coalition.
level has risen.
Gi Do’s level has risen.
81 => 89
Gi Za Zakuend’s level has risen.
56 => 61
Gi Ji Arsil’s level has risen.
14 => 21
Gi Ba’s level has risen.
24 => 53
Gi Jii Yubu’s level has risen.
1 => 5
Gi Ah’s level has risen.
1 => 10
Gi Ii’s level has risen.
1 => 6
Gi Uu’s level has risen.
1 => 13
Hal’s level has risen.
86 => 95.
Mido’s level has risen.
95 => 97
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Tl Note 2: Also, somewhat bad news. No chapter for any series this week due to exams. We’ll resume next week Monday. TMPG is delayed to next week too.