Chapter 88: Brin the Slime Slayer
Brin was nobody special.
He wasn't strong like Ruin or quick like Lari. He was just a normal goblin, green-skinned, average height, plain face, and quiet voice. In a village of over a hundred, it was easy to blend in.
But ever since Caelen made the guild and the cards, Brin felt something inside him stir. It wasn't courage or pride.
It was hope.
He stood outside the guild with a wooden shield strapped to his arm, a dull copper dagger at his side, and his Bronze Rank card tucked in his pocket.
"First quest," he whispered to himself. "Just three slimes."
His legs felt heavy as he walked past the other villagers. Some were already boasting about wolf kills or showing off new weapons. He lowered his head, ignored their laughter, and headed toward the southern fields where the slimes usually spawned.
The grass swayed in the breeze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting gold across the trees. He gripped his dagger tighter.
Then, he saw them.
Three green slimes, wobbling gently as they rolled near the river.
Brin swallowed hard. "You can do this."