I woke up, not in my bed. But on the floor.

“Right… I passed out from exhaustion last night”

I said as I stood up and looked around.

“Well then, time to… expand the “wall”!”

I said as I walked away from the camp to find some logs.

0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0

Instead of finding logs… I found… a green midget with a tomahawk, which was made like my club… a sharp rock tied onto a stick using rags.

Luckily, it didn’t see me, since I was hidden in a bush… ha… luckily.

“Sigh”

I sighed, which wasn’t the smartest move, since the goblin noticed me!

“Huh? Hooman! No! Demon! Die Demon!”

The goblin shouted as it threw the tomahawk at me, I somehow managed to dodge it.

“Well then, time for you to die!”

I said as I hit it in the face with my club.

“Die! Demon!”

It shouted after losing a few teeth from the previous hit, as it tried to scratch me with its claws.

“Nope!”

I shouted as I dodged the scratch and kicked it in the face, knocking it over.

“Goblin! Friends! Help! Now!”

The goblin shouted desperately.

‘Seems like there’s more goblins around here’

I thought as I crushed the goblin's head in using my club. And I proceeded to grab the tomahawk out of a nearby tree.

“Well then, time to goblin hunting”

I said with a grin as I stood in place in a fighting stance.

“Come at me you green motherfuckers!!!”

I shouted at the top of my lungs, hoping to lure some goblins to my general direction, and I climbed up a tree, hoping none of them notice me.

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They didn’t notice me. But, they did notice the goblin corpse. Which distracted them long enough for me to take two of them out.

‘Three remaining’

I thought as I jumped through the trees, clumsily.

“Fuck… That hurt”

I said as I jumped onto a tree branch and fell down.

“We found killer! Brethren! Attack!”

A goblin shouted, as it saw me.

“Fuck!”

I swore as I readied myself for combat, holding the club in my left hand and the tomahawk in my right.

“Bring it on fuckers!”

I taunted as I kicked the first goblin in the chest and slashed the second one’s arm.

“Kill the killer! Ha ha ha!”

The first goblin laughed as it tried to stab me, but I managed to dodge.

But, I didn’t manage to dodge the goblin behind me.

It stabbed me in the leg, with a rusted dagger.

“Fuck you too buddy!”

I said as I almost decapitated it using the tomahawk.

But, while I was busy trying to decapitate the goblin, the other two caught their breath and rushed me.

“Die!”

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

They shouted.

“Fuck off you green cunts!”

I shouted as I kicked one in the face and hit the other in the face with my club.

While they were both down, I quickly took them out using the club.

“Alright… so, I got four points from killing five goblins… I just HAD to use the tomahawk on that one! Fuck!”

I said as I stared at the corpses in front of me.

“Well then, I better find those logs.

I said as I walked around the woods.

I managed to find several logs around and managed to drag them back to camp, individually.

I tied them up with the rags, dug a hole to place each of them into and, with a single thought, dug a small trench around the camp and placed the 200 pointy sticks in them.

“Hopefully, something will be dumb enough to step there and impale their feet”

I said with a smile.

I then, finally got some pop-ups from the system.

500 EXP

500 EXP

500 EXP

500 EXP

500 EXP

20/50

After looking at the usual screens, also getting annoyed the fact that the goblins were only worth double the wolves, even though they actually use WEAPONS!!! I looked at my status, to see how much longer it’ll take to get to the next level.

STATUS

NAME: Damien Kruel

CLASS: Demon King

Skills: Lottery

Spells [None]

LV: 5 (2500/4000)

SP: 0

STR: 32

AGI: 15

END: 20

PER: 23

INT: 20

WIS: 15

CHA: 30

LUC: -100

I was actually quite surprised.

“Holy shit! If I kill another… three goblins, I’ll get a level up!”

I said excitedly as I began to cook the wolf from the previous day.

“Oh right, system…”

I said.

Yes?

“Lottery”

I said simply.

Rolling

It replied, also simply.

“Holy Knight”

“Holy Armour”

“Laptop”

“Straw Pillow”

“Ninja”

“Wolf x30”

“Earth Golem x1000”

There were a lot of good things that came up, but it landed on…

“Bread x5”

I was quite angry.

“Fucking five pieces of bread? Are you fucking shitting me!?”

I shouted as I repeatedly punched the tree.

STR +1

STR +1

STR +1

END +1

“Oh! I got stronger… [Status]”

I said, as I looked at my status, again.

STATUS

NAME: Damien Kruel

CLASS: Demon King

Skills: Lottery

Spells [None]

LV: 5 (2500/4000)

SP: 0

STR: 35

AGI: 15

END: 21

PER: 23

INT: 20

WIS: 15

CHA: 30

LUC: -100

“I feel slightly tougher and a bit stronger! Cool!”

I said as I punched the tree again, causing it to crack slightly.

“Holy shit! Is that what a difference of three stat points does? Oh my god!... Now I feel worse about the -100 luck…”

I said depressingly, as I went to sleep in my bed made of leaves, grass, and rags.

[---THE END---]