NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 11: Chapter 11
The hobgoblin scanned Sophia's body with a wicked expression. Sophia, who was watching 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 scanned 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 glanced back—just in time to see the chunk of wood flying toward her. She twisted her body at the last second, 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 in her thigh, piercing 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 beneath her. The hobgoblin didn't stop. He walked closer and loomed over her.
As she lay 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 quickened his pace.
After a while, he arrived—and to his horror, the scene before him made him sick.
The hobgoblin was chewing on what appeared to be a human hand.
Himmel took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. He pulled out his sword and charged forward.
The hobgoblin, who had been feasting, barely had time to react before Himmel appeared in front of him.
Slash!
Slash!
Himmel's sword gleamed under the sunlight as he made a swift move, slicing through the hobgoblin's hands. Green blood splattered, drenching the surroundings.
Driven by guilt and rage, Himmel didn't stop. He cut the hobgoblin into pieces.
Half an hour later, Himmel finally stopped. What was once the hobgoblin was now just a pile of blood and flesh spread across the area.
He took a deep breath, calming himself down, then turned to 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.
Then, he returned to camp, feeling empty 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 becomes immune to all fire and can become a physical manifestation of wrath. Users can use their own rage—or the anger of others—as a power source, extending their lifespan or wielding it as a weapon. They become immune to death unless certain conditions are met. The host also embodies hatred, violence, vengeance, and war—concepts related to wrath.
[Ding! A new feature has been unlocked.]
Himmel's eyes widened in surprise. He immediately opened the new feature.
[Wrath Points: 0]
(The host can collect points from the anger of others and use them in the shop.)
[Ding! The shop will unlock once the host accumulates 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 screen, Himmel glanced at Sophia's staff and elven robe. He stored them in his inventory.
Then, he grilled some rabbit meat and ate it.
In a small village, 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 black robes that concealed 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 villages."
"Do you think he'll come 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 clenched his fists in frustration. "Damn it. If he really killed them, I'll tear him apart myself."
As they spoke, their eyes kept scanning the newcomers 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 landed 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."
To be continue...
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[Ramadan Mubarak.]
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