"How nice, now I'm the main course," Dmitry said, holding both swords and using the gift from the Goblin King: the strength of the goblins.
"I didn't want to wear myself out to this level." Dmitry's body grew a few centimeters taller, his arms and legs became thicker, and his voice took on a deeper tone. "Strength of ten goblins."
'This power limitation is the most annoying thing about this game,' Dmitry thought.
"So let's break the rules a little." The two-meter zombies, with their bodies composed only of muscles and very resistant skin, were confused, looking at Dmitry. After he used the Goblin King's gift, he appeared as a different person to them.
"Do you know where our food went?" asked the only zombie still capable of speaking, in an extremely slow manner.
"He went that way," Dmitry said, pointing to the right.
"Thank you. Now, brothers, let's eat another snack first," said the same zombie slowly.
