Adventures Of A Goblin

My decision, is something I believe is to be expected.

I am not a murderer, nor am I a psychopath who derives pleasure off of others pain.

I understand the rules and laws governing the world very well, and I do not think this baby bear before me is an exemption to that rule.

There is a possibility that it might grow up to hating me and wanting me dead, or a possibility that it might come to like me and embrace me with compassion.

Honestly, I have no idea which one it is going to be, what I do know, is that by killing this little one's mother, I have put its live at risk.

As a way of paying it back, I decided to bring it under me.

I am a monster born and raised as one, I kill on a daily basis whatever it is I come across just so I can survive, and I am ready to do more if it means ensuring my survival.

Killing a monster baby who poses no threat to my life is not me showing my nature as a monster, it is me being a savage who disregards the law of the jungle simply because I want to flex my power over an insignificant monster.

I moved closer to it and picked it up, it's appearance was too appealing for anyone to think it would end up growing as tall as its mother.

Now I understood why the monster earlier had charged at me that furiously, she was trying to prevent me from getting to its Cub.

I wonder, if my Goblin mother had lived, would she have protected me the same way as the bear mother did?.....

No use wondering about such a thing now, the past is the past, and the now is the now.

If you want to enjoy live, you have to live with the now and not get swayed by the past.

The baby bear that I presumed was sleeping because it's eyes were closed, finally opened it.

It slowly lifts up its eyebrows and showed a glistening golden pupil, with a chubby face, tempting enough for one to want to pinch.

"beautiful..."

I felt it magnificent that a new life existed in this forsaken world, and it dawned on me that no matter how hard things are, the birth of a new life is a purpose that needs celebrating.

I took this little one's mother from it and ended up putting its life at risk, I want to take responsibility for that.

Even without being told or ordered to, I feel myself getting compelled by its chubby face, and felt the need to want to keep it closer to me.

If I want to keep it near me, I need to have a name to address it by, but first, I have to know if it's a female or a male to know which name suits it best.

hmm..., where do I have to look to check its gender?....

'Oracle, can you find out what it's gender is for me'.

[its a female master].

for a female, I should name it....,

"Tarja, that's your name now little one".

After I named her, I felt a slight shift in my body, it felt more like something leaving my body.

'Oracle, what just happened'.

[naming a being belonging to the monster race requires the permanent expendable of the namer's mana].

[what master just experienced, is your mana leaving your body, and your mana core reshaping itself to adjust to the permanent mana it had lost].

'and you didn't think to tell me this before I named it, because.....'

[I saw that master truly desired a name for it and thought it best for me to not interrupt].

[what I did do, Is control the flow of mana used in the naming to be as diminished as possible, to the point where it will not prove harmful to master].

'hmm...., you did good. Also, find me some other monster to feed on, my stomach is yet to be satisfied'.

I gently placed Tarja back on the ground and waited for Oracle to finish its search for a new prey.

I can't possibly take it with me to avoid it hindering me on my hunt, when I am done, then I can come back for it.

[master, I have picked up a signal].

'lead me there'.

I followed through the routes Oracle led me in, and came across a four legged monster with stripes on its body.

Its height and weight is nothing compared to the bear like monster, but it is still big enough for me to not be compared with it.

I ran towards the monster, and before it could even respond to me, off with its head I had done.

Creating my matchstick like fire and setting it ablaze, waiting for it to finish roasting I believe.

Getting to hunt this easily still feels more like a dream to me, no fatigue, no pain, and just free flow hunting.

Even my preys do not know what hit them until it hits them.

Its astonishing and at the same time scary. If I had a power like this back on earth, I ask myself, what will I do with it.

So far, there are three kinds of people I know.

People who chooses to do good things, people who chooses to do bad, and people who are just pure scums, who feel the need to exert authority simply because they can.

Now, with strength like this, I have the freewill to choose to be either of those three, but then, what gain do I derive from it?.

I have seen enough of this world's reality to know that it's every man for himself and I am not so naive as to discard such rule.

When one sticks their fangs at me, I intend to retaliate, but when one does me no harm, I also have no reason to do harm in return.

The world is a scummy place, I am aware of that, but that isn't a reason enough for me to wish it harm.

There are hundreds of people in a box, all with a mindset of their own.

Eighty percent chose to do bad, nine percent chose to remain neutral, and one percent did good.

Judging the hundred percent based on the actions of the majority, is in immature way to judge.

I am open minded enough to consider the one percent who chose not to do bad, but good because they want to.

But then again, what does it mean to be good or bad?.....

I have killed countless of monsters, does that rule me as a bad person, or as a good person?...

yeah, I got no reply on that, too much of thinking about stuff like this will only lead me to paths I know nothing about.

I should get ready to get out of here now, this place no longer has anything to offer me.

This meat should be tender enough for Tarja to munch on, i don't know what baby bears take, but I am sure she should be old enough to take this, I think....