The solemn air stilled around the encampment. There is no sound of youngun laughing and joking around that usually filled the clan encampment thought Greez.

The last week is a nightmare for his clan. What a start of a great celebration becoming a hell on earth when one by one his clansmen gone missing without a trace except the blood indicating where there has been killed before they have gone missing.

Greez was the one who keep promising each of his clansmen's wife to find where are all his warrior had gone missing too. And he also was the one who reported his failure every time he walks back without any news.

He hates to do that, again and again, every time he walked back empty-handed, without any information but his clansmen keep dwindling.

Greez got a breakthrough when two out of seven-man hunting party able to escape from the confrontation. He finally gets a glimpse of what the assailant can do.

The capability to phasing in and out of existence indicating his enemies is an expert. With a high enough masteries in stealth to move around in a fight without his warrior noticing where did he come from.

It is a little worrying why an expert of that caliber roaming around the rural goblin encampment far from the empire. Greez thought about several tactics to encounter the assailant. Hopefully, it will put this unreasonable violence.

Smoke bomb, flame bombs, poisons, and many more tactics use by the Greez but they were a failure. The attacks and the killing continue to happen like usuals, patrols keep getting killed and more and more of Greez warriors dead without a trace.

Greez decided to join his warrior in patroling the cave system. One of the reasons was that there are only twenty of the clan warriors left, and this is the last war party the clan can assemble. If all of the assembled goblin warriors fall, the clan will be left with non-combatants members only. That is a worrying thought for Greez as a clan head.

Adorning the full war armor smithed by his father. Greez took the first patrol he taken for a long time. He was ready to sacrifice himself if needed. Like his father and the father before him and the father before him too. He will do whatever it takes to make sure the Dark Hammer clan survives till the end of time.

On the first two days of the patrol, there is nothing happened. During the dawn of the third day, the killer started again his killing spree. The pattern of his killing today is a little bit worrying to Greez. The path will take him straight into the first clan storage area.

Even with the empire's emissaries getting killed, the relationship between his clan and the empire still repairable as long as the clan can provide enough weaponry for the Empire. If those stockpiles are stolen, the clan is literally on a chopping board of the empire. Greez runs toward it as fast as he can because he already felt uneasy about what will happen.

When he arrived, the shocks watching what has just happened are too great for him to bear. He lost his mind completely when he saw the storage was picked clean. His weapons lost somewhere, all he remembers was a lunge toward the assailant and pain all around his body from the mana arrow injuries. He lost consciousness not long after.

Goblins always have been a resilient creature. They are weak compared to other magical beast and monsters but they certainly hard to killed by injuries and diseases.

In less than an hour, the blood from the injuries already clotting and stops bleeding. Greez woke up not long after. When he opened his eyes, he already in another place altogether. An open-world where the sun and dried sandy smells wafting through the air. The exact opposite of what he always associated with the caved he called home.

How long was he fell unconscious? It should be not too long from his experience. How the hell is it possible for him to be outside the cave system? How powerful this expert capable just that? Did he mastered the teleportation skill? Why he brought him here? All sorts of thought went by from his mind.

Greez thought was interrupted by the expert voice. He knows that Greez already awoke and he doesn't even care. And that scares Greez, it means he can kill Greez anytime he wants.

Greez opens his eyes and saw where he was. At first, it looks like Greez has been taken out into the outside world but there is something strange about it. After some more observation, Greez realizes that he is in another world, or another dimension for a more accurate term.

It is not a stealth masteries, but teleportation. It dawns on him the true nature of his clan destroyer ability. All of the tactics plans and used by Greez as countermeasures to killed the assaulter are worthless. Misinformation was the main reason for the downfall of his clan. The anger of realizing the true nature of his enemy blinds him from the true ability of his assailant. The show of force doesn't even register on Greez's mind. All that left is revenge, even if it will cost Greez his own life.

Greez looks at his surroundings again and realizes the world he was in is just a barren space without much of anything except a few spots of grass and a large hole in the middle of the space. The soil is loose, and Greez plans to burry himself under the soil for an ambush, for his last ambush.

Greez was defeated, the ambush was failed. Greez even got a lesson in humiliation and forced to recite a blood oath of lifetime servitudes. Right now we are heading toward the settlement to force a surrender from the remaining of his clan's members.

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The somber air suffocating the dark hammer clan surrounding. The ambient air felt heavier with the news of the death of their clan head, Greez D. Hammer.

Right now, the responsibility of securing the clan fall onto Greez number fifteen children and a tenth son, Groutz. Many of his brothers got killed during the assault. He also not the preferred choice to lead the clan because he chooses to be non-combatant personnel.

When the clans heard the news of his father's downfall from the surviving warriors, every one of his remaining clan members looks at Groutz for directions and orders. There are no other persons capable to lead the clan to safety, so Groutz steps ups and took his father's mantel as a clan leader to lead the clans out of this mess by any means necessary.

Not knowing what to do, Groutz ordered all of his remaining clan members to pack up everything and ready to move into another cave system. Staying here is too dangerous. Removing the clan members is quite obvious since the assailant can come here at any moment now. He will probably take sometimes but he will end u here no doubt. Being here when that violence cultivator arrives is not to Groutz liking. Moving away is a no brainer decision.

By Groutz estimates, the clans need about a full day to pack everything and times is not the luxury they got. The artisan,

"Faster!" shout Groutz to encourage his clansmen to pack up faster. Is that a pickles jar? "Mr. Brodz, you cant bring that with you! We don't have time to carry it on the carriage!" Shouted Groutz. It does not stop there. Groutz already yelled to every one of the villagers because they tried to bring a stupid amount of thing and sometimes fragile, big things like cooking potteries or a wine jar.

The acts to pack up a whole village in overnight is just an impossible task. That is the reason why Groutz keeps shouting back and forth on what can and cannot brings for the relocation. It was a hectic and loud process.

Suffice to say, something was probably wrong when the encampment suddenly became quite. Groutz instinct screams, telling him to run away and leave with his love one. Groutz pushed it down under and face what had happened in front of the encampment gate.

A betrayal! Not from just a peon but from someone Groutz never expected. From his father himself.

"Father! What have you done?" Shouted Grroutz when he saw his father walked at the encampment gate escorting the enemies they have been at war with for the last two weeks.

Grraaaggghhh!!!!

Shouted one of the remaining goblin warriors while attacking the cultivator as fast as he can. He luckily placed himself relatively close to the cultivator and has a high chance to succeed in the attack. Not just Groutz but all the camp members are hoping the attack connects. The betrayals shocked them greatly. Mr. Brodtz even drops down his pickles jar and it got shattered when he saw father walk in with the enemy. If Grout has been a little bit closer, he will attack the cultivator himself. Unfortunately, he stands a little bit far.

BOOOMMM!!!!

A shattering sound broke the silences. The goblin warrior attack got stopped by fireballs. Two or three instant fireballs conjured by the cultivator and burned the poor goblin warrior alive. He struggled for ten seconds on the ground then he finally died. People don't even move to hear the goblin screaming for being burn alive. Father grits his teeth until it bleeds. Children cried but muffled by their mother hand creating an eerie atmosphere around the camp. Groutz realizes that, no matter how many of them are here, they are as good as chicken ready to be slaughtered by that devil.

"Listen up!" shouted Greez. "We lost! we can't win, and I surrendered and choose the safety of what left of my clan. I recite the blood oath of servitude and hoped that you will do the same thing for the sake of the clan. Please, I have seen his powers. We can never win." Greez looks at his last son Groutz. He knows he can never be the clan leader no more. But the looks he gives to Groutz pleading for an understanding are not missed by Groutz.

With a sigh, Groutz does a knight kneel.

"I plead for forgiveness master. We will do the oath. The blood oath of servitude."

"Good."

The single word changes everything. The atmosphere changes, the air changes. They suddenly can breathe normally again. One by one, the goblin kneels no matter the age even the kids. The baby was brought to the front of the cultivator as a symbol of accepting the oath. When every one of the goblins kneels, Groutz starts to recite what the system wrote in from of him in the system window.

The clan of the dark hammer will cease to exist and now the life of every one of them is bound to this cultivator. They died and live on the whims of their master. And Groutz sincerely hoped for they have a decent master.

The cultivator spoke something using the human tongue that Greez proficient off and orders him to do something.

"Groutz, what happened? What is your original plan for the clan?" Greez asked for some confirmation.

"I plan to move to another cave father. I conclude it is dangerous to stay here for the time being. I apologize for intruding on your jobs father."

"That is a sound plan. and don't you apologize to my son. You are the leader for the clan and still is until the end."

"Bu..but"

"I failed and got captured. That reason enough for me to not be the leader, You will be the leader of our people for now on. I hope your human tongue is better than me. Go introduce yourself to master. He has a tasked for you, tell him what you have been doing too since he asked for it." Ordered Greez to his son. His last remaining son. There is not a shred of gravitas left from the ex-leader of the goblin clan. What left is a failed and old goblin that already defeated.

"I'm Groutz of Dark Hammer clan. We were packing up to leave this cave system, Master."

"You will be Groutz D. Hammer from now one and so does all of your clan. The last name will change according to their jobs. Your first orders are to make me a list of who is left and their specialties. And keep packing up and I want for you to pack everything. Including the workshops and mills. Take your time, we will leave in two weeks." Ordered The cultivator.

"Yes, Master."

"Greez, show me the place you told me before."

Both the cultivator and Greez D. Hammer walk toward the darkness and gone inside the deeper part of the cave system. Groutz and other goblins felt something is wrong with their master. He does not choose to take the right tunnels where it leads to two other clan storage but they took to the left which headed to the disposable area. Nevertheless, Mr. Brodz was happy that he can bring his pickles onto a new place they were moving to.

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NAME: MOBS EXTRA

AGE: 10

PATH: MANA CULTIVATOR ( MANA GATHERING STAGE )

GRADE: 1

INHERITANCE:

NAME: ORB OF WHEELS

TYPE: SECRET DIMENSION

FUNCTION:

1. Recycle broken or damages cultivation resources into their perspective raw materials.

2. Recycles corpse into expanding the dimension size and quality.

3. Absolute control and awareness of everything inside the dimension.

SIZE: 12-METER RADIUS

MATERIAL PROCESS: SOME BITS OF GOBLINS REMAINS.

INVENTORY:

1. DARK COPPER - 2 GRAMS

STAT:

BODY 4.5

MIND 4.5

SOUL 5.7

SKILLS:

PERKS:

TRANSMIGRATED EXTRA:

- This perk allows you to determine if the person has the Main Character Aura. Only Work within a 10-meter radius from the host.

- This perk also allows you to see his/her inheritances active/non-active that belong to the main characters.

- This perk allows you to determines who is who toward the MC. They were called side characters. There are many kinds of side characters. Side characters can be main characters. SC acts as a rival for the main characters. SC acts as an MC first love and many more.

SERVITUDE:

THE DARK HAMMER CLAN