On the planet of Avarosia chaos was ruling the Evergreen forest. Explosions and destruction were caused by angry, little toddlers killing everything that came before them.
Wide parts of the sheer endless green forest had already been ravaged by the endless lust for destruction these small kids harboured.
On the other hand, their guide, Moros Terra, was currently running away from a mob of various goblins. He had stolen a few of their herbs, spilled some goblin blood on their holy ground and provoked them.
In response, an untold amount of goblins lost their collective minds and decided to make it their lives' goal to rip the human into a thousand pieces.
Moros then had the great idea to introduce these 2 groups of special people and monsters to one another, so that they may entertain each other.
Said plan was, however, easier said than done since Moros had absolutely no idea where he currently was in the endless sea of trees.
Yet, Moros in his search for payback made one crucial mistake, he ran into something he could not cross. He was stopped in front of a gigantic chasm. A high cliff, below a sheer endless abyss, swallowing all light.
This did not seem too supportive of sending these monsters to the human monsters.
With an eye on the herb count, Moros could with one hundred percent certainty say…he was utterly fucked.
Behind him an angry horde of goblins as far as his eyes could see that would stab him to death and in front of him an endless dark depth, which would gravity have done the job for them.
But Moros would not be Moros, when he would not already have a suitable plan in mind to survive in this situation.
His next plan of action was to turn around and give his audience a big hearty grin.
This did not increase his survival odds, but it did give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had pissed off these goblins one last time. Looking down at his herbs he saw the herb with a name he had already forgotten.
A question appeared in his mind.
"Was it worth it to risk it all and die for a stupid herb like that?" to which the business, scientist, fighter, and student would say. "Yes, what a silly question."
That was one medium-sized monster core for One of them and he had 10, why would he not be willing to die for something like that? Were he to sell his body after death, the total worth of it would not be even 2 medium cores…
Meanwhile, the mob of monsters had sighted their prey and a big grin followed on their faces. He could not get away from this one, he was trapped here and the only way out was─death.
Moros, faced with his demise was not bothered in the slightest, the last week had been crazy and for the very first time he had felt alive, he felt like he had been living for the first time in his life.
So, if it ended now he was more than happy to have enjoyed the ride.
Though he could not help and thought about how to irritate the goblins one final time. With the biggest of smiles, he waved the herbs he had stolen in front of the crowd.
The crowd approached him slowly, trying their hardest not to fall for the cheap provocation.
Moros sniffed one and noticed why goblins do not breathe through their nose, the thing could be described as the soft smell of finding grandma on her couch after people did not hear from her for 3 months.
With nothing to lose he gave it a taste as well. The taste was okay, nothing groundbreaking, but one could eat it without thinking of the rotting grandma from the prior comparison.
Swallowing the herb, Moros saw no result as well. He did not expect the herb to turn him into an unstoppable machine of war or anything, but the only thing he felt was playing the butt trumpet for a bit.
Moros had to find out that farts were not the secret weakness of a goblin.
The monsters came closer and closer still. They deliberately walked slowly, so that their prey would suffer in anticipation and feel as much dread as possible.
Next Moros held all the 9 leaves over the cliff and looked at them.
The monsters…stopped. In their gaze was blatant fear, they looked at Moros with pleading eyes.
Moros put the herbs back, they walked again.
Over the cliff, not over the cliff, over the cliff, not over the cliff. The monsters were caught in a loop of not approaching Moros and then taking a step.
This dance continued and Moros never grew tired of seeing their expressions switch between blatant anger and pure fear in the span of a second.
He did buy him a bit of time, but he did doubt that the other toddlers would collect the remaining herbs in the time he had left.
Taking a glance at his magical visor confirmed the worst.
[10000 herbs have been collected]
Standing here at the edge of a cliff, herbs in hand would not last for several hours. At most, he could buy himself a few minutes of quality entertainment.
That would not save his life, but he would die in the bestest of moods possible.
At this point in time, it was certainly more about the small things in life and not about the bigger picture.
One goblin could not endure the tension any longer and sprinted forwards
Moros with a shit-eating grin, waited until it was in the range of the herbs it was grabbing for and simply sidestepped it. With a pat on the shoulder, the goblin was pushed over the edge and began its sky-diving lesson without a parachute.
"One down, only like a few thousand to go, I guess."
Moros looked at the goblins and the goblins looked at him.
Painful seconds elapsed where neither party moved. They stared at each other, both waiting for one of them to make a move. There was only one thought in Moros' mind.
"DAAAMN that's a long fall."
The goblin must not see its life flash before its eyes. Instead it must see it like four times given how long the duration of the fall was.
A goblin, much taller than the other ones, dressed in fine armour made from crude iron, shimmering in gleaming light stepped up. With a simple point of the finger, two goblins were selected and sent off towards the human male…
One approached in a sprint, the other stood behind him a few metres away.
The goblin launched his knife towards Moros' right side, aiming for him to move his arm down to block. Yet Moros did not do so, he accepted the knife right into his abdomen and grabbed the goblin by the throat.
Without a second thought, he lifted it up and threw it over his head into the abyss behind.
A terrified scream followed as the goblin plunged to its death.
Just as Moros was about to wave it goodbye, a rope wrapped around his right arm. Its companion used its companion as a distraction to ensnare Moros with a rope.
The goblin pulled and held the rope as if its life depended on it. Sadly, for the goblin with the great idea, he did underestimate the strength of a human.
Moros exerting all of his power dragged the goblin towards him and then fully flung the rope with the goblin attached to it, over his head into the abyss to its colleague.
"2 more free-fall enjoyers. Time to give them plenty more friends on their journey to the afterlife."
Another order was given and this time it was more goblins than Moros could count that moved forward. 5 goblins sprinted towards him and 30 to 50 stood there ready to throw the rope.
Moros grabbed the first goblin by the arm, pulling it toward him, while simultaneously kicking its shin, so that it could not stop itself from the direction of its fall.
Attacking goblin 2 got a stab in, but was promptly dispatched off by Moros using the flower arm to hold it hostage in a headlock. The other 3 goblins simply tried to attack Moros, but their attacks were blocked by the hostage sacrificing itself for the greater good.
Yet, Moros could not stop all the other goblins from throwing their ropes around him. Not everyone hit, but the ones that did hit put all their weight into the ground to keep Moros in place and prevent any movement.
At first it was 10, then 20 and then 30…40, 50 ropes that landed, all of them trying their hardest to keep Moros in place.
Seeing Moros trapped in place, the goblin commander saw nothing but victory. They would kill the intruder and keep the 9 rare herbs; this was the best scenario.
With a reassured smile on its face, it began to walk towards Moros, to see his desperation as they would take the herbs from him one by one.
Yet, as he stood face to face with the trapped human…the human, he smiled.
"Goodbye darling," Moros spoke as he pulled all his body weight behind and let himself fall down the endless deep abyss.
As he fell, he looked at the commander with panic in its face. Moros savoured the sight and gave that lovely goblin 2 middle fingers as a parting gift as he fell into the unknown.
"In my next life, I will kill you."
He fell into the emptiness below, dragging nearly all the goblins, which had still held on with him into the bottomless pit.