Chapter 65: Aftermath Of The Bloodfest!
Byung had turned the tides as Naruz and Naz showed the vast difference in strength.
Drekk subsided, but not without some difficulty.
There was something about seeing the goblin they all feared sitting on his butt, unable to fight back because he was overwhelmed by pure, raw strength.
The orcs were all trained to be warriors first, and everything else came secondhand, so there wasn’t a single orc who didn’t know how to fight.
They used their strength and size to their advantage, and there was no way Drekk could win.
Byung stared him down—there was no doubt in his mind that he was victorious.
"Do you see the limitations of your power?" Byung asked, and all Drekk did was lie there, bloodied, staring at the sky.
He didn’t say a single word, and Byung knew Drekk was a goblin filled with pride. He had to be humbled so he could understand he wasn’t invincible.
However, Byung took note of what he’d said about the Goblin King. Drekk felt abandoned and forsaken by the one thing he’d based his entire life on.
That would make anyone go crazy—and Byung understood it. He too had been forsaken in his past life and left as a hopeless shell.
That was why he took his life—he had nothing to believe in. Drekk must have expected him to execute him.
After all, it would secure Byung’s place and cement his power in this region—not to mention Drekk had attempted to take his life.
Naruz and Naz stood in wait, looking down at Drekk, but even they could acknowledge his strength.
It would be a waste to kill him, as his power would no doubt be needed.
Byung walked toward him, and Naz wondered why he would do something that left him so open.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, but Byung didn’t respond. He only smiled at her because, at the end of the day, Drekk was someone who could still be useful to his overall goal.
Byung found himself standing right in front of the fallen goblin, and suddenly, Drekk didn’t look so scary anymore.
The element of invincibility had vanished, and even if he came with an army, Byung knew the outcome would have been far more humiliating, as they would have witnessed the strongest goblin in the region fall to two orcs under Byung’s control.
The orcs had never been used this way and were often confined to breeding machines due to their unwillingness to work or assist the goblins.
That reality had changed with Byung. He had two orcs fighting for him and vanquishing his foes—but would they go against their own kind?
"You fought well. Stand proud," Byung said, offering his hand. But Drekk’s aloof face suddenly contorted into something eerie.
Naz was the first to notice he had a smaller weapon hidden in his sleeve, and he lunged at Byung in a last-ditch attempt to take his life.
"Byung!" Naz screamed, but Byung was calm. He no longer feared the goblin because he could see the desperation in Drekk’s eyes.
Drekk managed to get within inches of stabbing him, but Byung simply sidestepped the attack, grabbed his face, and smashed his head back into the ground with all his strength.
The impact was enough to knock Drekk out, and everywhere fell silent.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations! The host has defeated an enemy of greater combat points!]
[Gained 70 Experience points. 5X Critical hit!]
[EXP: 350!]
Byung was satisfied because it meant the system used the combat point difference to award EXP—which meant the stronger the opponent, the better the reward. It wasn’t random either.
The goblins erupted into a frenzy, screaming Byung’s name because, despite the help from the orcs, he had knocked out Drekk himself.
They had witnessed a shift in power, and Byung knew he couldn’t let Drekk wander around without a collar; otherwise, everyone would be in danger.
He had to keep him in a prison—a cage he would personally forge to hold this monster.
Byung hoped they could see eye to eye; otherwise, he’d have no choice but to kill him.
Murkfang was still missing, and each day that passed made it less likely he’d survive.
"Naruz, take care of this," Byung instructed, and Naruz nodded without saying a word.
She could tell Byung had one thing on his mind—the well-being of Gribnox.
The goblins had no medicine or technology to make the impossible possible.
He wasn’t even sure if this world had any magic to begin with; there would be no need for half the things they did if there was.
If there was magic, one could conjure a spell to create the very things they spent hours working for—but then again, if they were smart, they’d attach a crazy price tag to it.
The orcs were always perceived as a race that kept the goblins in strategic confinement—but what if they existed to keep threats out?
It was a miracle more races didn’t try to attack the mines to seize the resources by force.
The recent attacks showed how easy it would be, and the goblins had no real way to fight back.
They would have to pass through the orcs to get to them.
And if the orcs truly hated them as much as everyone believed, then it would make sense for them to team up with other races.
Byung knew he might be overthinking it, but it didn’t add up.
None of it did—and the agreement they made with the goblins? Did these creatures even understand the importance of having it in writing?
They could speak—but could they read?
Byung hadn’t seen a single sign of literature or an education system that taught reading. Was it all just a verbal agreement?
If so, there was no real agreement—and therefore, no consequences for breaking it.
Byung stared at Gribnox in his deplorable state, wondering if he should have stepped in sooner.
No—that wouldn’t have had the same effect it did now.
Byung had to wait for the perfect moment to appear as the savior and shift momentum in his favor.
He needed Drekk and Torgzit painted as villains in this scenario.
Otherwise, the goblins wouldn’t have batted an eye. But if he’d known it would escalate this far,
he would’ve stepped in sooner to make sure things didn’t spiral like this.
He was at fault, and Byung clenched his fist in anger.
Torgzit was in the same room, on another bed, and Byung was alone with them.
He could snap Torgzit’s neck and no one would question him—after all, he was the new power here.
These creatures were primal and responded to strength above all else.
And Byung’s system gave him the best of both worlds.
Byung checked Gribnox’s wounds before pouring some herbs he’d ground up into his mouth.
Wherever Gribnox’s mind was, Byung wished to bring him some solace and comfort from the pain.
At first, he thought a piece of Gribnox’s brain was hanging out, but after cleaning the wound,
he realized it was just flesh. He had never seen goblin anatomy before and had assumed it was similar to humans’.
But their skin was thicker and less flexible.
That explained why they could survive in such hostile environments.
Byung knew he had to learn more about their biology—and that meant cutting them open.
He didn’t need to worry much; goblins had a low mortality rate.
There would be a dead one soon enough, even if he wasn’t sure he could stomach dissecting one right in front of him.
He hoped the injury wasn’t as serious as he feared, because any brain injury would mean certain death here.
There would be nothing he could do if that was Gribnox’s fate.
"Hang in there, Gribnox," Byung said, hoping his voice would reach him—but then he heard a sound from where Torgzit was resting.
He hadn’t given Torgzit any pain medicine; it was reserved for Gribnox as punishment for his part in this mess.
However, judging from the punch Torgzit had thrown and the number of times he’d struck Gribnox’s face,
the damage wasn’t proportional—which meant he must’ve held back.
Byung sighed. He’d lost control; he hadn’t meant to shatter his jaw but was blinded by rage.
He hated to admit it, but he’d grown attached to these goblins.
He walked over to Torgzit, who was writhing in pain, and handed him some medicine to help soothe it, even though the older goblin hesitated at first.
"It’s fine. If I wanted you dead, I would’ve done it for all to see..." Byung reassured him, and Torgzit finally opened his mouth, allowing Byung to pour some of the medicine down his throat. Byung was exhausted, things had changed so much in the blink of an eye but the goblins being here came in handy at the end of the day otherwise he would have been slaughtered by Drekk.
And just like that, Byung had managed to seize eighty percent of the power in this region.