Goblins are a mainstay of fantasy, yet there are many interpretations of these green midgets. In some stories, they are goofy thieves while in others they are absolute bastards that are a scrooge to all life. Unfortunately for this world and myself, it is the latter here. They are like a hoard of violent locusts when they reach a certain population to make the right conditions for a goblin warlord. People, livestock, food, or anything that might fancy a goblin shall be made property of the horde. Thus, goblin culling is a fact of life in this world. If they do not reach the critical mass they need, they are not an issue since if there is no warlord, cooperation between goblin tribes packs. Tribes usually are made up of ten to thirty members, though that is not true on this island. It would be more apt to call them packs. Due to the order importing goblins from all over the place, the goblins can only form small groups are they are naturally predisposed to fight goblins that are not members of their tribe.

Why did I give this explanation you ask? Well I’m going to hunt goblins of course. Slimes are annoying and sand worms… sand worms can go fuck themselves. I am running out of easy monsters so goblins it is.

Laying in bed for a week was agonizing. While there is healing magic, I was only spared very light treatment. Most of the healer’s magic went to the countless soldiers who somehow returned after throwing themselves on the swords of the enemy. The Church’s primary tactic is just engaging in battles of attrition, where the Church’s unbreakable morale truly went on display. Even after wave after wave is repelled, you cannot find one soldier who is not excited for their “divine duty” of killing heretics. The enemy is just grinded down until they are too tired and cede victory to the Church.

Not only that, Tom was fussing over me for a straight week. It was a cute but you do not know how embarrassing it is for a child to insist on nursing you to health constantly. I am a grown man inside and this kid was acting like my mother. I managed to save my pride from taking a gut punch. However, he wanted to accompany me on the next hunt due to me always getting seriously injured one way or another. Fair enough.

The silver lining however is that I am level seven now, the average level for my age. Though that statistic is for outside the order. Within the order, most of my peers are in the twenties. I believe Tom is in the thirties range, which is absurd.

I got two dexterity and toughness points from the battle that shall not be named. Speaking of that fight, anyone who I asked about “destiny class” either did not know about it or evaded the question. It seemed to be something under lock and key. Of the fifty stat points I got, I distributed them as I saw fit.

Personal info -

Name: Nicolas

Level: 7

Race: Human

Occupation: Child servant

Stats -

Strength: 12

Dexterity: 20

Toughness: 15

Stamina: 10

Agility: 15

Mana: 1

Skills -

Cleaning (lvl 6) - Farming (lvl 2) - Dagger proficiency (lvl 1)

Titles -

Unlucky - Clumsy

Leaving, I picked up a spear and shield with a dagger as backup from the leftover equipment in the armoury. Tom just took a great sword that was longer than he was tall but he handled like it was nothing. On our way to the woods, we crossed paths with the cat trio. The two boys were staring daggers at me, warning me to not do anything. The girl looked more wary of me than hostile. From what I have observed of them, they have a shoujo thing going. What do I mean by that? The two boys blush at every bit of attention she shows them but she is oblivious to their romantic feelings. Though, their affairs are not my problem so I heed their silent threat and simply walk past them.

While I usually sneak my way though the forest, the almost dazzling light that comes from Tom attracts countless mid-tier monsters. That may sound like something horrible, but in reality not so much. A swing of the great sword and whatever monster that had the misfortune to meet Tom is dead. He really is so fucking overpowered. He will likely become a walking disaster when he reaches maturity.

Finally, our little stroll through nature reaches its end as a goblin pack of nine wandering in a clear not so far in front of us. I gesture Tom to stop but he is already charging into battle with a battle cry. While I knew he was an honest kid, I did not imagine that he was the very direct type in battle. Shit, all my plans are useless now.