Published at 10th of August 2023 11:18 am

Chapter 64: Infiltration

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The fight was over in less than thirty minutes, with the flanking groups attacking from the sides, along with Sasha flanking from the mountain. The armoured goblins and hobgoblins sent by Osir were no match for the archers and fighters trained by Sasha and Kyle.

Kyle himself had exhausted all his ammo, though he could easily form new pellets back at the goblin den. The arctech handgun was a simple contraption that accelerated projectiles, so there was no need for any complicated bullet production.

He breathed deeply as he calmed himself down, stepping over the drying pools of blood and corpses that were strewn all over the forest. Kyle had lost count of how many goblins he had killed, simply fighting wildly with all his strength.

[SYSTEM MESSAGE]

Title Obtained

[Goblin Killer (Intermediate)]

Goblins tremble at the sound of your name

+20 STR, +10 DEX, +4 VIT, +20% damage to goblin-type enemies

[SYSTEM MESSAGE]

Level Up!

Level 16 ---> Level 20

[Stats Increase]

All Stats Increase

Bonus Free Points Granted

[SYSTEM MESSAGE]

Sub-Class Announcement

[Sub-Class Upgrade (Level 20)]

Congratulations, sub-classes will be unlocked now

Please wait

Kyle dismissed the holographic system message from his field of view, deciding to deal with it later. Right now, he marched up to the leader of the attacking force, who was tied up and kneeling on the ground along with the rest of the goblins who surrendered, its mouth bleeding profusely as a few of its sharp yellow teeth were scattered on the floor. Sasha grabbed its head, lifting it up to face Kyle.

Kyle motioned for another goblin to perform the interpretation, interrogating the leader. “How many warriors are left in your territory?”

The leader grinned through bloodied gums.

“A thousand warriors…. Interesting.” Kyle contemplated his options. “Sasha, get Gulak here immediately, along with fifty baskets of food. Take them from the storage.”

Kyle spun as he ordered the remaining warriors. “The rest of you, pick up the equipment and wear it.”

The warriors glanced at each other before it finally caught on as to what Kyle wanted to do. They quickly spread out across the battlefield, picking apart the broken equipment and wearing them wholesale.

The leader of the attacking force was stunned, watching the wide-scale battlefield salvage operation happening as Sasha sprinted off to fetch Gulak.

Bresir tapped his crossed arms slowly, silently overlooking the city where remnants of burning houses and huts still sent smoke spiralling through the air like black pillars of heaven. It’s been a full cycle since Osir had delegated Bresir as the head general in charge of the newly formed army.

He was a hobgoblin, much larger and stronger than a normal goblin – closer to the average build of a human. This allowed him to wear the human knight armour stolen from years ago, making him look like a proper armoured general.

The market square that used to trade in food and forage was stripped down to form a large parade square, where thousands of goblins were queuing up for their strictly controlled rations.

Bresir felt a slight tremble on his feet, glancing down to notice the goblin merchant that he was stepping out trying to squirm, the merchant’s arms shaking violently as he tried to support himself on all fours.

Bresir stomped on the back of the merchant, breaking his spine and causing the merchant to squirm on the floor in pain.

He bent down to grab the goblin merchant by the neck, lifting him high above and causing his short legs to dangle wildly as the merchant kicked the air in response.

He slammed the merchant onto the ground, knocking him out.

Two rebel warriors complied, dragging the merchant off as Bresir continued to observe the area. There were still small pockets of resistance; loyal knights of the former king holed up in caves along the slopes of the valley. Battles were still erupting as some refused to fall under the new system.

What is Osir doing? Bresir wondered. The new Goblin King had taken all his best troops and holed themselves up in the palace. Some rumours among the rebels were saying that Osir was simply taking over to enjoy the luxuries of the palace, forgetting about the people. Bresir did not want to believe it, but he couldn’t help thinking that there was a modicum of truth to it.

Suddenly a loud clamour erupted from the queue of goblins waiting for their food rations. Two goblins were rolling and tumbling on the ground, embroiled in a scuffle as the maggots in their bowls were thrown high up into the air.

The queue of goblins immediately broke formation as the nearest goblins lunged for the maggots on the ground, stuffing the soil and maggots into their mouth while the fighting spread, encompassing nearly more than a hundred goblins.

Bresir grunted, immediately rushing down with a squad of rebel soldiers to disperse the crowd.

Bresir yelled, moving forward with the rebel soldiers and shoving the brawl’s participants apart. The soldiers grabbed each of them and dragged them out before restraining them with twine and rope.

Bresir forced his way into the middle of the brawl before bellowing out in a roar.

The shout stunned the participants, allowing the soldiers to act quickly. More and more rebel soldiers entered the fray, reducing the number of rioters and fighters punching each other or scrambling for maggots.

Some of the goblins were heavily injured, moaning as they lay on the ground. Bresir laid eyes on the original culprit, who was still fighting and swinging wildly.

With a charge, Bresir immediately charged and tackled the culprit head-on, slamming him into the ground and pinning him with the sheer weight of his well-built body as well as knight armour.

He grabbed the culprit by the neck, keeping a tight grip.

The goblin onlookers all murmured in agreement.

Bresir promised to the people with heartfelt sincerity. He truly believed in Osir’s vision for a new golden age for the goblins, hoping to unify the tribes into a single race that could work for a better future.

Many of the onlookers could truly feel his sincerity, cheering for him.

Bresir waved to the crowd and stayed a bit longer to help those who had suffered collateral damage, though they did not have enough herbs nor poultices to mend and heal wounds. It’s been a cycle since I sent the strike force to attack them… if they were successful, the scouts should have reported back by now…

A goblin scout reported by coincidence, bowing deeply.

Bresir’s jaw nearly dropped before he shook himself out of his stupor. This… this is unbelievable! A miracle! Bresir frantically ordered, organising the remaining soldiers to the main gate.

A simple wall of wood and stone controlled the entry into the valley, with observers posted along every interval of the length. Bresir rushed to the gate, which was a simple wooden door barred with a wooden beam. The guards panted and yelled out as they lifted the heavy wooden beam, opening the gate for the victorious force.

Bresir squinted his eyes, noticing the visage of the two hundred goblins returning through the tree line. However, his excitement soon turned to dismay as he noticed how badly injured the goblin force was.

Many of them had broken equipment and bloodied limbs, while some were limping. Others were wrapped in makeshift bandages from the leaves of Euria Seeds trees, hobbling as they carried the baskets of food.

The guards of the wall quickly rushed forward to carry the basket of food, helping them carry them in. Bresir quickly ordered as he went down himself to meet Leader Qatu, whose face had been badly bruised.

Qatu motioned to the rest of his pitiful force. There were less than a hundred goblins and hobgoblins left, all injured and shambling in some way or another.

Bresir quickly made way for them, allowing the force to enter through the wide-open wooden gates. Bresir observed the condition of the force as they walked past them.

How terrifying is the human force to inflict this much damage onto our armoured strike force? I must report this to Osir once he exits the palace… Bresir’s train of thought was suddenly stopped as a fairly tall hobgoblin walked past him, completely covered in armour with its face masked by a leaf bandage.

Bresir considered himself one of the tallest hobgoblins around, and he had been managing the army and rebel soldiers under Osir for a long time. Strange, I don’t recall a hobgoblin being an entire head taller than me.

On the periphery of his vision, he noticed that a few of the hobgoblins were also just as tall, and one was extremely lanky and slim, almost feminine. I also do not remember sending a female hobgoblin off with Qatu…

The more he observed, the stranger he felt. However, most of the suspicion passed as soon as he saw the fifty baskets of food. It does not matter as long as we have enough food to feed the people!

Gulak was tied onto a pole and hoisted by two hobgoblins. Bresir grinned as he marched up to the bound shaman.

Gulak scoffed:

The arrogance and hostility stemming from Gulak made Bresir more suspicious.

Bresir himself walked through the rows of baskets placed in order, opening them and checking them. Most of them were human goods and food, with dried meat and nuts being the majority. Bresir could not find any evidence that there was a human or even an enemy goblin hiding among the baskets. If they are not hiding in the baskets…

Just as the realisation hit him, two large human hands grabbed him by the head and twisted it sharply, his vision spinning 180 degrees rapidly as he glanced at Kyle’s face, no longer masked by the leaf bandage. As Bresir’s body slumped onto the floor, he could only see Kyle grab an arctech radio, speaking into it rapidly.

“We’re in. Commence the assault.”

WELCOME TO RAKTOR, KYLE HAWTHORN

Level 20

Max HP: 67(+0)(+0)(+0)

Max MP: 38(+0)(+5)(+0)

Max STA: 67(+0)(+0)(+0)

[Status Effects]

NONE

[STATS]

Race Human

Class Crime Lord

Sub-Class ???

STR 117(+44)(+0)(+0)

DEX 128(+52)(+3)(+0)

INT 106(+55)(+3)(+0)

VIT 81(+4)(+5)(+0)

CHA 21(+10)(+1)(+0)

Free Points 25

[EQUIPMENT]

[Necklace of Healing (Basic)]

+3 INT, +3 VIT, +1 CHA. Active Skill: Heal (Basic) – Restore a tiny amount of health. Cooldown: Ten seconds.

[Magus Ring of Theorin (Intermediate)]

+5 MAX MP, +25% Increased MP Recovery Rate.

[Projectile Defence Vambrace (Basic)]

+3 DEX, +2 VIT. Active Skill: Point Defence – Fires energy bolts to block up to twenty projectiles. MP Cost Per Activation: 3 MP. Duration: One minute or when twenty projectiles have been blocked. Cooldown: Five minutes.

[SKILLS]

[Intimidation Aura (Basic)]: Control those who oppose you with fear.

+50% Intimidation Success Chance. Duration: Five minutes. Cooldown: One day.

[Penchant for Violence (Basic)]: A good crime lord must be fluent in the language of the underworld

All combat stats temporarily increased by 50% for a short duration. Duration: Fifteen seconds. Cooldown: Ten minutes.

[This is My Turf (Basic)]: No one gets close to you without your word.

Creates a selective domain, where enemies are unable to approach. Duration: Thirty seconds. Cooldown: Three Hours.

[Designate Follower (Basic)]: Can’t be a crime lord without underlings

Marks any sapient being as a follower, enabling telepathic communication. Stat increase for each follower within five hundred meters. Limit of one follower now.

[TITLES]

[Former Crime Lord]

A bigshot in your previous life, so much for that, huh?

+10 INT, +10 CHA

[Martial Arts Training]

The best things between you and death are your fists

+10 STR, +10 DEX

[Murderer]

Everyone has to start somewhere

+2 STR, +10% Increased Damage to Humans

[Usurper (Basic)]

So, climbing the ranks huh?

+5 STR, +3 DEX, + 10% damage to those of higher authority

[Potion Inspector (Intermediate)]

It seems that you are somewhat of a scientist yourself.

+10 INT, Increased description of potions examined.

[Potion Crafter (Intermediate)]

This title was supposed to be handed on successful potions, but the failures are pretty hard to watch.

+10 INT, Increased description of potions examined, +10% chance to craft an intermediate potion when using basic materials. 5% increased chance of discovering basic potion recipes per attempt, stacking. Resets on discovery.

[Healer (Basic)]

This doesn’t seem like the right way to use healing…

+5 INT, +10% healing effectiveness

[Martial Arts Instructor (Basic)]

With great power comes great muscular bodies.

+5 STR, +3 DEX, +10% teaching effectiveness

[Arcia Engraver (Intermediate)]

Carving away like a madman is a good way to move up in the world

+10 INT, +6 DEX, +20% chance at improving quality of final Arctech Equipment.

[Torturer]

Pain is the best language to get someone talking.

+5 INT, +2 STR, +2 DEX, + 10% torture effectiveness.

[Tracker (Basic)]

Helps when those keys are always misplaced.

+5 DEX, +25% Increased Vision and Hearing Range.

[Goblin Observer (Intermediate)]

Entering the den of a goblin tribe alone is quite a feat

+10 DEX, +50% success at learning goblin language.

[Goblin Killer (Intermediate)]

Goblins tremble at the sound of your name

+20 STR, +10 DEX, +4 VIT, +20% damage to goblin-type enemies.

[Arctech Gunsmith (Basic)]

Death handcrafted and delivered at high speeds.

+5 INT, +3 DEX, +10% chance to craft an intermediate pistol when assembling.

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