The goblin lay on the ground, its small body wracked with pain. It had been careless, and now it was paying the price. Blood oozed from a deep wound in its chest, and its breathing grew more labored with each passing moment.

As the goblin felt the darkness closing in, it couldn't help but wonder why fate had been so cruel to it. It had been born into a world where goblins were the lowest of the low, constantly hunted and killed by humans and other creatures. And now, it was about to die just like all the others.

But as the goblin took its last breath, something strange happened. It felt as if it was being pulled apart, its very being torn apart at the seams. And then, there was nothing but darkness.

When the goblin opened its eyes again, it found itself in a new world. This time, it was surrounded by lush greenery, with tall trees stretching up to the sky. The goblin couldn't believe it. It had been reincarnated!

Excited by the prospect of a new life, the goblin started exploring its surroundings. But before it could even take a few steps, it heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The goblin crouched down, its heart pounding in its chest as it prepared to defend itself.

But as the figure emerged from the trees, the goblin felt a chill run down its spine. This was no ordinary creature. It was humanoid in shape, but its skin was a sickly green color, and its eyes glowed with a sinister light.

The goblin tried to run, but it was no match for the creature's speed. In moments, it was caught, and the humanoid creature held it up by the scruff of its neck.

"Well, well, well," the creature sneered. "What do we have here? A little goblin all by itself?"

The goblin trembled in fear, but it refused to go down without a fight. It gnashed its teeth and tried to claw at the humanoid's hand, but it was useless. The creature was too strong.

"You're pathetic," the humanoid spat. "But I suppose you'll do for now. I could use a little servant like you."

And with that, the creature stuffed the goblin into a small pouch at its waist and started walking away. The goblin was trapped, a prisoner of this new world. And it knew that its struggle for survival was far from over.