BXBX NOVEL Chapter 93 His Dying Words
The Goblin stretched out his hand to put out the fire that was burning below. He let go of his hold on the wall and fell straight to the ground with perfect landing of his two legs pressing the ground and his body upper body bent down.
When the Goblin started falling, spikes that had covered the ground immediately withdrew itself back to the ground except for the spike that had impaled the first Goblin general\'s body.
The Goblin getting to the ground, turned his head around to see blood that had turned dark-red, and the bodies of the three Goblin Generals burnt beyond recognition.
He walked over to the impaled body of the first Goblin general that was still intact, with the exception of the spike protruding from his body.
he got to the first general\'s body set in a laying position, and erected out vines carved like a stool from the ground below him.
Standing on the stool, the Goblin lengthened the height of the stool to be tall enough for him to see the face of the first Goblin general\'s body.
with disdain, the Goblin glared hard at the first general whose eyes and mouth were wide open, blood dripping from his nose and eyes, dying his face red.
This is the one who had put him through misery, tortured him and treated him like he was nothing.
What a twist of fate this is, the Goblin thought with eyes still glued to the first general\'s bloody face.
When he had first met the four Goblin generals, they seemed to him like an insurmountable mountain, one who wouldn\'t budge even with the mightiest push to it.
Now...., said mountains are laid scattered before him, rendered helpless and defenseless.
This scene made the Goblin understand that there is no such a thing as absolute.
He who thinks himself a felon should continue being a felon.
He who prides himself a Saint should continue trending the path of a Saint.
He who pictures himself mighty should continue to live in the delusion carved out from his innate desires.
This world is shaky and unstable, and nothing in it stays forever.
At some point in time, a change is bound to occur, either in small quantity or in large quantity, favorable or not.
The enemies he thought were unbreakable are the same enemies with their tattered bodies layed on the ground, helpless against him.
One could say, he had succeeded in achieving justice on those who oppressed him.
This is a just cause for him to rejoice on, but rather than rejoice, the Goblin felt fearful.
This is what became of those who did him bad, thinking there would be no repercussions to their actions.
The statement, karma is a bitch, is a fact because karma has no respect for levels or rank.
He asked himself, what fine line is there that differentiates himself from the Goblin generals?....
Just like they are, he is a monster thorough and thorough, born and grew into the acts defining a monster.
Despite once having the memories of a human, he did not show or demonstrate the qualities belonging to one.
He has embodied the nature of a monster and is not ready to let go of it, nor is he going to deny it.
Denying it is the same thing as denying himself and what he has gone through. He does not deny it, but he fears what the future of it entails for him.
The life of a monster is not a life one would wish on his or her enemy. A life where one misstep is enough to have him ending up like the four Generals before him.
The current Goblin has gotten far stronger, and to some will look even untouchable. But he remembers, that there was once a time when the four Goblin generals also seemed untouchable.
"sighhhhh......"
The Goblin raised his head up, with only the top of the pillar he made with vines in his view.
"a pointless journey I walk, yet I can\'t desist from it".
He spouts out with a condensing tone and a longing expression.
"l.....o...."
the stuttering voice of the first Goblin general brought the Goblin back from whatever space he had stared off to.
"you are still alive?....., a tough soul you are".
"lo...l...."
The first Goblin general ignoring the Goblin as he continues to try and force out words.
"don\'t strain yourself too much. Even without me doing anything, you are not going to survive this".
"you have lost too much blood, your body is also in decline. I am surprised you can still move your mouth in your current state".
"i won\'t be killing you, so you can try and relax. It\'s the last form of dignity I can give to you as a warrior who put his life on the line for the sake of what he believes in".
The Goblin said to the first Goblin general who refused to listen and still continued stammering the "l" word.
The Goblin gave up trying to convince the first general, as he stood beside him, waiting for him to take his last breath.
The first Goblin general, doing his hardest to squeeze out the words, and the desperation could be seen on his bloodied face squinting together, with his hand slowly being raised up.
"you really don\'t need to force yourself you know. It doesn\'t matter what it is you want to say now, nothing will change".
"i have won, and you have lost. Now, die in peace".
"lo.....lo....ng..."
Turning a deaf ear to the Goblin\'s advice, the first general continued.
It was becoming clear to him that no matter how far or how much he forced himself to, the words were unwilling to come out.
So, he resorted to a more extreme way to speak out his last words.
The first Goblin general, while on his dying breath, activated his unique skill, call of thunder.
His collapsing body generated lightening effects that was so weak it was barely visible.
The Goblin saw what was happening, but did not bother too much, because he knew there was nothing more the first general could do to harm him in his current condition.
"long love the king of the Goblins, may his reign be eternal, and may he do away with your head!!".
with his last streak of energy, the first Goblin general cried out, gratifying his king in all possible before taking his final breath.