It had taken me a night of contemplation before I had decided to kill all of the subordinates that I had been given. It was a hard choice but from what I had seen from the first tutorial, it was only with killing that I would grow stronger. The dogs were so cute with the slight way that they turned in their sleep but I needed to do this.
It was with those thoughts that I approached them, they were asleep, their bodies letting out soft snores as they let their guard down around me. I couldn't help the disgust that I felt at myself right now. At how ruthless I was going to be.
But for me to survive I would need to do this. Those points weren't a joke, basing this off of a video game the more points I get the better chances of survival I would have later in the actual game.
That was why with resolve I stabbed the dagger into the farthest subordinate, the one that had isolated itself from the pack and slept far away enough from the others.
A pitiful whimper echoed out from it as it died, a rune appearing in its corpse.
'I could do this' the first was the hardest.
…
The dagger fell into the last dog's neck, his blood splattering into my wrist and hands. I wiped down the blood as it dripped down into the grass of the hills around me.
[+1000 pts]
[current rank: 1]
After I had discovered that the dogs actually dropped runes the disgust fell from me, no longer did I see them as dogs but as loot. It helped that each time they dropped a rune this strange sort of satisfaction was felt.
The runes that they had dropped were colorless but I didn't care, all I cared for right now was that sweet loot. The feeling as my pockets grew full of runes was glorious.
There was no leftover disgust in my mind at myself. All I could think about was all of the runes that I was going to crush, the strength that I would gain.
I sat down, the dirt around me forming an uncomfortable chair as I brought the runes out and counted them.
Twenty, if it was like with the other runes than each of them would give me 0.1 points, enough to get me to 3 strength.
With that final calculation I picked them up and crushed them one by one.
[Strength: 3]
I checked my status and saw how my strength had grown a whole two points just as I had predicted it would. I could feel the difference. My muscles felt like they were exploding with strength. I felt as if I could crush a rock in my hands.
I was confident enough in my strength that I found the nearest rock that I could have and tried crushing it in my hand.
I felt it struggle against the strength that was given to me but it couldn't resist. And when I opened my hand all I saw was crushed rock.
I couldn't help the savage smile that appeared in my face, the sickness that I felt at killing the dogs disappeared. The whines that I heard, the blood that splattered, it all disappeared with this growth in strength. It was addicting.
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I walked down the hill, towards the goblin looking bastards that dared to mar my view. It was disgusting, the way that they were shutting and pissing in the area around me. How they did all of this without a shred of decency was beyond me but the smell and most importantly the sight was something that I could not stand any longer.
It may have seems a bit bloodthirsty of me but I was feeling strong, strong enough to take them all down on my own.
Not at once of course but one on one, they had no chance.
I sneered at the thought of them. Even as I skulked through the tall grass that seems to be as tall as a regular building.
"Fu-" I clamber down at my mouth, I could not make a sound, even as the spike that I had stepped on pierced my foot.
Quiet noises of pain, muffled by my own hand echoed out. I slowly and carefully pulled the spike from my foot, red blood tinted by green poured out.
My eyes went wide and my face felt ready to puke. 'Poison… fuck'
My strength was waning, I could feel as my body shut down. Despite the intense effort to stay awake I could not. My last sight was one of a snickering goblin. "Fuckers…"
…
My eyes opened to the sight of a ritual, some goblin with actual clothing for once was chanting and singing in some unknown language.
I could not feel anything, despite how much I tried to wriggle, to move any of my limbs nothing came of it.
I couldn't even move the muscles of my mouth nor my eyes, forced to stare at the goblins ritual.
Fire spouted around me, though it did not burn, courtesy of whatever was keeping me immobilized.
The goblin must have noticed that I was awake as it hopped over here with giddy steps. A dagger was in its hand, my own. I tried to sneer at that, to even glare but nothing worked.
"Acheek heok" the goblin said, unidentifiable noises echoing out.
The knife stabbed into my heart as bouts of flames consumed my limps. An aura of power consuming the goblin.
My body was lit up with unbearable pain, enough that I lost consciousness. The last thing I saw was a system notification.
[you have been disqualified from the tutorial, your body is no longer yours.]
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I watched as the human lost the light in his eye. The ritual had worked, now all I needed to do was find the other three prophesized otherworlders and take control of them and I could ascend this place.
Behind me the cries of joy from the other goblins echoed into the air.
"Tonight we hunt!" I yell, the noise only growing louder at my words.
The human corpse rose up, limbs of necrotic flesh appearing all around him.
It was not perfect but it would do, it had enough power to combat even I. It had used all of my mana but I was satisfied. No longer would we goblins have to be looked down by that word tribe, nor by any others. We would ascend this world.