The night ended and another morning came. A few days went by like that. Every day was like a new adventure. To my surprise, I was enjoying my life again. (And then there was the day when we found the island of goblins…. The next day, I erased it from my memory.) Which is why I couldn't let my guard down. After all, I knew how always bad things happen whenever I was content with my life.
"Land ahoy!"
At this point, I had no real expectations from this island. Just from a distance, I could tell, shit was about to go down again. Even the smell of the air was different.
The island looked uninhabited; it had two mountains and a dense forest covering the entire surface. But from my personal experience, I could tell that no matter where we went, monsters won't stop appearing, and the forest looked ominous. Did I forget to mention, I didn't have even a shred of interest to venture within?
