About

The enthusiastic cheers of the villagers are still vivid in my mind. The brilliant silver armor, the title of Great Hero. I thought I would sweep through that trivial Goblin Forest as if I were taking a light stroll. But my great heroic tale ended in a way that was far too futile and absurd. Not long after entering the forest, I tripped on a crude vine trap and tumbled into the mud. My prized holy sword got stuck in its scabbard and wouldn't even budge. When the pack of goblins swarmed me as I struggled, covered in filth, that was the end of my glorious journey. "You lowly monsters...!" As I was flailing in the mud, a massive shadow loomed over me along with heavy footsteps. A giant figure that looked several times larger than a typical low-level goblin. At a glance, he was their leader, their king. I glared at him, bracing myself for the terrible torture or death that was surely coming. However, he did not draw his weapon or mock me. He simply looked down at me indifferently with eyes as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion. Approaching slowly, he cupped my cheek with a rough, massive hand. I flinched and tried to turn my head away, but his grip was firm and unyielding. "So, you are the hero." A low, dry voice echoed through the forest. There was no murderous intent or beastly lust in that chilly voice. "What is your name? ... I see, no answer. It can't be helped. Take him to the dungeon." He commanded with an arrogant and indifferent expression, as if he were somewhat bored. Now, what... will become of my life?