The level 8 Hobgoblin was looking at him with arrogance while sitting on a chair. Kyle observed that the chair was just as same as the previous hobgoblin's, there was only one thing missing, the skulls at it's both sides.
The Hobgoblin got up and grabbed a normal sword from the side. It was surprisingly quiet in the room.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Kyle looked back finding the goblins that he left alive getting up the staircase.
Around 50 of them formed a circle around Kyle with their weapons out. Kyle smiled and looked at the Hobgoblin who was from his act going to let the goblins attack him first.
"Are you scared of me?" Kyle said in a mocking tone. A vein bulged on the Hobgoblin's face. He didn't even care that the skeleton just talked to him in his own language.
He moved his hand upwards and clenched his fists, seeing this action, the other goblins fell silent and quietly formed a circle around. Kyle looked at the Hobgoblin's face that clearly said 'Attack if you dare'. Chuckling a little, he closed the gap between him and Hobgoblin instantly.
SWOOSH!
The Hobgoblin went in a stance that looked professional, Kyle materialized the sword from his inventory.
Kyle was not a rookie anymore, the vital hitting skill and the experience had made him somewhat proficient in evading attacks and finding weak points.
CLANG! CLANG!
The Hobgoblin's sword was looking normal, but after Kyle clashed with it. Realization hit him that while the importance of having a good quality weapon is high, it could also be utilized when one has good fighting skills.
The Hobgoblin was dancing around hitting every attack Kyle shot at him with his own. Kyle was surprised by the quality of the swordplay shown by him.
"You got good skills, perfect for my plan, but...Sigh, it's sad that you have to fight with me."
The hobgoblin raised his eyebrows at kyle as if showing his confusion.
"Is short, you can't beat me, fucking bitch" Kyle grinned ear to ear. While the swordplay of the Hobgoblin was good, Kyle was able to see that he was only using the same stance every time.
Kyle went near him again, The Hobgoblin again moved in a circle and tried to hit Kyle's arm trying to sever it.
Kyle snorted and blocked the sword with his sword.
BAM!
He headbutted the Hobgoblin with all his might making it stumble backward and fall on its butt.
When the Hobgoblin looked at his opponent again, he found a trajectory of Kyle's sword that was coming to sever his right arm. All arrogance faded in a second forming a look of actual terror on his face. A swordsman's arms are the greatest assets one can ask for, without the hands, the Hobgoblin had no future in being the chief of the dungeon even if he survived.
One day or another, a goblin or a newly evolved Hobgoblin would steal his position. Thinking this, he let go of his sword and accepted the defeat.
The Hobgoblin waited for a while before opening his eyes again, the beads of sweat evident on his face. But the next thing he knew, a kick of great strength hit his cheek making him fly across the whole floor hitting many goblins.
[+10 EXP]
[+1 Dungeon Point]
"Urghh...Fuck! I wasted one."
Kyle went with slow steps towards the Hobgoblin, every goblin in his way panicked and shrieked like a little girl getting out of his way.
The Hobgoblin was gritting his teeth while looking at Kyle, fear evident in his eyes. The goblins were very cunning, with high intelligence and this was a good perk. But everything has a disadvantage, their overthinking lead to them making conclusions quickly.
Like the Hobgoblin, he had somewhat accepted his death and found it inevitable. He knew Kyle didn't show him all his powers but he then too failed to kill him.
Meanwhile, kyle reached dangerously close to the hobgoblin and couched down coming face-to-face with him.
"You have 2 choices, either die right now as I brutally cut every piece of your body when you are still alive and show you what hell is or you can become my slave till your death." Kyle's voice was very serious and cold, every word he said was taken as truth.
The Hobgoblin looked at Kyle for a while, feelings unknown. He looked around and found that the enemy had not killed a single goblin under his command meaning he had one goal coming here since the beginning, to make himself and the others a slave.
The Hobgoblin took a knee and bowed his head down, Kyle smiled at the outcome under the horrified gazes of the other goblins.
[Contract between an outer-dungeon creature detected-
- Guardian
-Slave
-Partner]
Kyle was very excited looking at the options, his plan had gone successful. He clicked the slave option, a white chain came out of Kyle's hand surprising him. The chain went directly to the Hobgoblin's neck strangling it.
[1st Slave of the dungeon formed.]
[Detected other creatures under the slave's command.]
[Error, Creatures exceeded the cap of 20 slaves.]
Kyle frowned at the remark, he looked around and saw that there really were a lot of goblins, amounting to about 50. An idea came into his mind forming a sadistic grin on his face.
"The ones who want to survive, fight to the death with each other until I say so, ....this is your only choice."
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Silence erupted on the floor. The goblins looked at each other with wariness, they knew what they have to do for survival. A level 4 sneakily severed the head of a level 1 starting the bloody fight between all. Kyle looked at the Hobgoblin who was looking Tat the others with indifference.
"You don't feel remorse for them? They are dying because you are weak" Kyle asked while materializing a Hobgoblin boss's chair that he killed before, he sat on it calmly wanting the Hobgoblin to say something. The Hobgoblin looked at the chair with a frow for a while and finally said.
".... The weak have no place in the world, I survived because I had great luck this time, and I survived before with my own strength." He stopped after saying that and looked at the other goblins with indifference.
It had been 30 minutes since Kyle gave them the order to kill each other....
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