It looked a little something like this.

{Name - Rick}

{Age - 20}

{Race - Goblin}

{Level - 3}

{HP - 15/15}

{MP - 0/0}

{Skills - N/A}

So the only thing that changed was my level huh, it went up by two after killing half of the twelve horned rabbits from the hunt. I don’t know if I got stronger from just those two levels though since my status doesn’t show much else. Where is the strange robot voice to tell me I unlocked new skills just like in all the novels I’ve read? Where is my very own great sage to report on my progress? Sigh, maybe that's not a thing in this world after all? Either way, at least I now know that leveling up is a thing, and the way to do that is to kill monsters it seems. So I know my plan of action going forward, for now, let's go watch Jaba skin these horned rabbits.

While Jaba was sitting around the fire, skinning the hunt, he saw the weird one walk and take a seat next to him to watch. He didn’t say anything he just watched on in silence. This surprised Jaba because he expected the weird goblin to begin his usual pestering for who knows how long. This made Jaba think that he could finally do some work in peace, but before he could focus again on the rabbits, the much-hated questions came again. Before he answered the first question though he called over a random male goblin to take over the skinning duties.

“So Jaba, why don’t the other goblins go hunt? They just sit around all day and rotate guarding the exits?”

Before he answered the first question though he called over a random male goblin to take over the skinning duties.

“Goblins...protect...home...from...stone...monsters”

“Yeah you mentioned them before, where do they come from? And when do they come?”

“Come...from...inside...cavern...and...sometimes”

“I see. Do the other goblins have names?”

“Only...Jaba...and you...names”

“We gotta change that as soon possible, but not until we get all the goblins here on the same level as you, so we can all communicate. What do you think?”

“Strong...goblins...good”

“Okay, that's all for now, thanks again Jaba!”

Without providing a response Jaba just walked away to go finish the skinning of the rabbits.

Alright, I’m a bit worried about those so-called stone monsters that Jaba keeps mentioning. Are they like the popular stone golems that authors love writing about? Maybe there’s something in this cave that spawns at a regular rate, Jaba didn’t seem to know anything about that, though. I can’t worry about it, for now hopefully, it isn’t too bad when they eventually come. Right now my number one priority will be to level up to Jaba’s level so I could halfway communicate with the other goblins because right now I just see walking bricks. Don’t worry or fret though my fellow green ones, as soon as I reach an appropriate level, I'll get you all up and running too! Rick, the goblin, is gonna have you all named and speaking quicker than you can skin a couple of rabbits! Well maybe quicker than a couple hundred rabbits, but that's beside the point! With that being said I’m going to spend every day hunting with Jaba from now on, and when I can accurately remember my back to the cave on my own I'll go by myself.

So just like that Rick hunted horned rabbits day after day with Jaba, having a decent hunting partner on these hunting trips was something that Jaba wasn’t used to, but he quickly grew accustomed to it. He even started liking it, and he was sure he would like it a lot more if he didn’t have to deal with the constant chatter on every hunting trip from Rick. Everything went smooth for the most part for the first two days of hunting until it happened. On the third day, the two had the unfortunate opportunity to come face to face with death. A creature that Jaba had only ever seen once, made its appearance in front of the goblin duo. Jaba immediately wanted to grab Rick and run away while they still could, but with the eyes of a predator staring missiles into them, they were both frozen to the spot, the look of fear on their face, coupled with all the sweat running down their green bodies was enough to tell how dire the situation was that they found themselves in.

You know, a lot of people might call me a coward for being scared of a horned rabbit, or even laugh because I actually almost let one kill me in my first hunt. But with the beast that was standing in front of me currently. I don’t think anyone would be surprised if I had straight-up pissed myself right now. In fact, I think people would be surprised if I didn’t do that. It was that terrifying of a beast. What is this best you wonder?

Well, it’s a wolf.

It wasn’t an ordinary wolf like the one most would think of when hearing the word wolf. It’s big.

Very fucking big. I mean why is it so FUCKING BIG!! It easily towered over me and Jaba, reaching a height of at least ten feet I think, with shining silver fur, yellow-colored eyes and fangs bigger than my whole arm, it’s no surprise that I’m scared absolutely shitless right now. Only there’s something wrong. It’s been a couple of seconds since the wolf has appeared before us, by all means, Jaba and I should merrily be on our way to goblin heaven by now, but we weren’t? Is it waiting for us to move? Looking to my right, I see Jaba, who is definitely stronger than me, scared out of his mind as well, so It doesn’t think I can depend on him for any ideas, although I was still scared and mentally already said my goodbyes to this world, I tried calming down a little and that's when I noticed something I’m surprised I missed before now. This massive silver wolf is wounded, and it appears fatal.

We just might...survive?