In a small village, screams of terror echoed from all directions—children's cries, voices filled with fear and despair filling the air. In this world, such horrors had become commonplace, where murder was an everyday occurrence.
Goblins were creatures of low intelligence, some might even call them foolish. However, when they gathered in large numbers, they could become a true disaster. This time, a horde of goblins had attacked the village of Hull. They carried out a brutal massacre, leaving destruction in their wake.
Goblins were troublesome and disgusting creatures, notorious for their love of slaughter. They committed these atrocities to steal food from humans. Despite being one of the weaker races, goblins rarely ventured into the forests to hunt for food, preferring instead to raid villages where their victims were easier to overpower.
This time, the village of Hull was under attack by these creatures, and they carried out a brutal massacre. Cries of fear and despair echoed throughout the village, while the stench of death filled the air, attracting carrion birds that circled above.
A 12-year-old boy was desperately trying to escape with his parents, but the goblins quickly caught up to them.
"Run!!" his father shouted with all his might. Understanding his intent, the mother grabbed her son's hand and fled. The father stood his ground, trying to hold back the goblins, but his efforts were in vain—he was cut down almost instantly. A mere farmer stood no chance against the horde that pursued his family.
Tears streamed down the mother's face as she ran, clutching her son tightly. But as they fled, a goblin hurled a rock, striking her. She stumbled and fell.
"Run…!" she whispered weakly, urging her son to escape.
A storm of emotions surged within the boy—anger, sorrow, and despair twisted inside him. As the goblins drew closer, their grotesque laughter filled his ears, igniting a fury he had never felt before. Overcome by rage, the boy lunged at them, determined to fight back.
The difference in strength was undeniable. In mere moments, a goblin kicked him aside, sending him crashing to the ground.
As he lay there, defeated and helpless, the goblin before him raised its weapon, ready to strike the final blow—
But suddenly, it froze.
A sword had pierced through its skull.
At that moment, a man in his fifties approached, his muscular frame moving steadily forward. In his hand, he gripped a sword, its blade reflecting the dim light.
The goblins immediately shifted their gaze toward him, their instincts screaming danger. Without hesitation, they lunged at him.
Two, four, five—ten goblins fell in an instant. His swordsmanship was nothing short of extraordinary. As more goblins swarmed toward him, the man stood his ground, cutting them down with ease.
When an even larger horde arrived, he turned toward the boy and shouted, "Throw me that sword!!"
Without hesitation, the boy obeyed, hurling the weapon toward him. The moment the man caught it, both swords ignited in flames, their blaze roaring to life. A surge of power coursed through him, and his attacks became even deadlier.
In a matter of moments, the remaining goblins lay defeated. Without wasting time, the man approached the boy.
"Good job, kid. You held on well," he said, his voice firm yet reassuring.
Realizing that he was finally safe, the boy could no longer hold back his emotions. Tears streamed down his face.
The next day, the two of them held a funeral for all the villagers. As they stood among the graves, the boy clenched his fists and muttered, "Those damn monsters… they killed my family and everyone I loved. How can I destroy them all?"
The man looked at him and said, "If you seek revenge, then join the Holy Knights."
The boy's eyes burned with determination. "Will you teach me?" he asked.
The man smirked. "Yes… if you're strong enough to endure my training. Follow me."
"Sir, what is your name?" the boy asked.
"Leon," the man replied.
The boy took a deep breath, then bowed slightly. "I am Satrya Dewayanta. Please guide me, Master."
Leon smiled, and together, they set off toward the kingdom.