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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Twenty goblins wielding clubs.
Ten throwing soldiers carrying baskets on their backs. And two goblins that looked like sorcerers.
A subtle number that was small if considered small and large if considered large.
But since there were two of us, it was quite a burdensome number.
And those burdensome goblins were walking towards us.
Naturally, because we had made a big commotion in this dungeon.
I grabbed Sif by the scruff of her neck, pulled her up, and said,
“Run in that direction.”
“That direction?”
Sif’s head turned to the direction I pointed.
In the direction I pointed, there was an open space.
“S-Suddenly?”
“Just draw their attention. I’ll take care of the rest.”
I pushed the hesitating Sif’s back with my hand.
Sif ran in the direction I pointed with a sorrowful expression.
As expected of a cat, she was swift.
Sif’s scream, coming from far away, definitely drew the attention of the goblins.
As if they were crazy with lust, their aggro was quite well drawn.
It seemed about half of them chased after Sif.
The other half was approaching me.
There were quite a few stone-throwing ones left.
The sorcerers didn’t even move.
It would have been nice if more of them had followed Sif.
As long as she drew the aggro of the stone-throwing ones away, she did her job.
It was difficult for me to catch enemies at a distance with my abilities.
To be precise, it was not that I couldn’t do it, but using my abilities to the extreme just to catch stone-throwing goblins was inefficient.
I couldn’t afford to waste energy with the boss left.
I felt it even during the wyvern fight, but I needed to come up with measures against long-range enemies in the near future.
I wouldn’t be able to survive easily with just this skill that was heavily dependent on materials and environment.
If I could obtain a new skill, that would be great, but if not, I needed a means to cover long-range, even if it meant using a gun or a crossbow.
I thought it would be good to prepare at least one means after this job was done.
“For now, I need to deal with those goblins charging at me without knowing any better…”
I gripped the shovel and glared at the goblins running towards me.
Their number was twelve.
The stone-throwing ones were maintaining their distance while approaching, the club-wielding ones were charging recklessly, and the sorcerers were moving their mouths behind them.
That definitely looked like they were trying to use magic or something.
“Crafting.”
First, I needed to block the long-range attacks.
I erected a wall between the goblin charging soldiers and the throwing soldiers.
The goblins hesitated for a moment as their sight was naturally blocked, and I stuck the shovel into the ground and used the skill again.
“Crafting.”
Pillars rose from the ground.
The goblins who had run close to me were hit by the pillars rising from the ground and were blown away.
Three of them were hit.
Since they were thrown quite far, they were probably dead on the spot.
“!@*#$!!?”
Noisy, so noisy.
I swung the shovel and hit the side of a goblin who managed to avoid the pillar and leaped towards my head.
A full swing that would make a baseball player gasp in admiration.
The hideously ugly goblin spat blood and was blown away.
I had a brief moment of respite.
I immediately used my skill to deal with the remaining goblins.
The fools have been dealt with for now.
Next is…
“…Look at that sorcerer using magic, despite his appearance.”
I clicked my tongue as I looked at the wall that had been shattered by the fireball.
As expected, the limit of earthen walls was clear.
They crumbled even from the magic of monsters you caught in the early stages.
It was too much of a hassle to carry expensive materials and repeat crafting and dismantling.
I glared at the sorcerer aiming his staff at me with an unpleasant laugh.
The distance was roughly 30 meters.
Not very far, but not close either.
I didn’t know when the sorcerer’s magic would fly out, but if the two of them had the intelligence to use magic sequentially, it would be difficult to charge recklessly.
But if I try to block them with walls, the sorcerers will gain distance in the meantime, and it will turn into a pointless war of attrition.
A means to easily block the sorcerers’ magic…
Ah.
I looked down at the goblins at my feet.
Some of them were alive and some were dead, with parts of their bodies burst open or broken, but that was irrelevant to me at the moment.
I immediately grabbed the leg of a goblin and threw it towards the incoming fireball.
As the goblin’s corpse collided with the fireball, the fireball exploded with a scream.
One down.
I dodged the remaining one by rolling my body at the right timing.
Judging from the explosion sound behind me, it seemed to have landed.
I advanced forward while deflecting the flying stones with the shovel.
Now about 20 meters.
When will the next fireball fly?
I kept an eye on the sorcerer’s movements and used my skill on the foolish goblins who had stopped throwing stones and picked up clubs.
“Crafting.”
Sharp awls pierced through the goblins’ bodies.
Fortunately, these guys were really lacking in intelligence.
I threw the shovel at the goblin sorcerer who was startled and hurriedly aiming his staff at me.
Whether to get hit by the shovel and get injured or avoid it and give up on magic.
I didn’t know which one he would choose, but whichever he chose, the sorcerer’s fate was sealed.
“Crafting.”
The method I frequently used.
A pillar rising from the ground smashed the sorcerer’s skull, scattering brain matter.
“!()&*#!&$!!”
One more.
“Crafting.”
I turned my gaze away from the sorcerers who had passed away together side by side and called out to Sif, who was still being chased.
“Sif! Come this way!”
“Okaaaaaay!”
The goblins, being the stupid creatures they were, chased after the woman in a frenzy, and only when Sif got noticeably close to me did they seem to grasp the situation and stopped the pursuit, gauging the situation.
I handed Sif a club I had pulled out from a goblin’s corpse.
“W-Why the sudden club…?”
“You can handle that many, right?”
“It’s impossible, impossible! Maybe one or two, but-”
“!@*(&!#$()!”
They must be quite cowardly too.
They were not charging even when we were so openly defenseless like this.
I glared at the goblins and said to Sif, who was holding the club with a frightened expression.
“I’ll take half, so you take the other half.”
“A-Are you trying to kill me?”
“If you can’t even do that, how did you think of making a living in dungeons?”
“…Fine! I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”
“!@*#$(!!”
“Crafting.”
I shattered the goblins’ formation with a wall.
As the suddenly appearing wall divided the goblin horde in half, the goblins screamed and looked around.
I need to end this quickly.
“Crafting. Crafting.”
I simply added two more walls to completely block their escape route.
The goblins, trapped in an instant, frantically looked around and realized that the only way to survive was to kill me, so they charged at me.
However, even if early-stage mob monsters charged in a swarm, there was no way they could win against me, who had played a staring contest with the Hydra for 10 years on the deserted island.
I used the shovel to stab, slash, and smash them one by one, taking advantage of my senses from the island.
In an instant, there were cold corpses of goblins scattered around me.
I leisurely turned around, walked about twenty steps back, and watched the fierce battle between Sif and the goblins.
Sif was fighting the goblins with all her might, becoming covered in wounds.
It was a cycle of bruises accumulating all over her body, beating down and knocking out as many goblins as the bruises, and then bruises increasing again.
“…Weak.”
I also had a time like that in the past.
Looking back now, it was a series of moments where I wondered how I survived.
From bear cubs that smashed boulder-sized rocks with a single swipe of their front paws to poison-spitting Hydras.
Still, seeing her take down the goblins one by one, she might be better than me when I was a fool.
I approached Sif, who was glaring at me in a tattered state after finishing off all the goblins.
Seeing the hostility in her eyes, I thought it was a good decision to make her do it.
According to the plan I had in mind, Sif had to get somewhat stronger.
“I…finished them all…!”
“Well done. Then let’s go meet the owner of this dungeon.”
“What?”
I immediately opened the door leading to the boss.
The slowly opening door wailed as if it wouldn’t be an easy fight.
“…Hob goblin.”
This one seemed to be almost half the size of a troll.
I looked at the hob goblin, who was larger than a basketball player.
The hob goblin, who seemed to have been having a recreational activity with his subordinates, sitting in a circle, glared at me.
“!@*$*)!!”
Twelve of them, excluding the hobgoblin.
A lot.
If only they were simple and brutish like the ones outside, but it seemed the goblins inside the boss room didn’t recklessly charge at me, probably following the hobgoblin’s command.
Did the hobgoblin notice the situation outside?
Well, the fact that I was standing here like this was no different from saying that I had dealt with all the goblins outside, so it was only natural.
“…It’s going to be a tough fight.”
“A tough fight? At this rate, both of us will die!”
Why is she so cowardly?
Estimating life and death is the basics of the basics, but if she can’t even gauge that, how does she intend to survive?
“Don’t make a fuss, X girl.”
“Who’s that again?!”
Ah, did I say it wrong?
But it doesn’t matter.
What was important now was the hobgoblin in front of us, not Sif babbling beside me.
“Whether you can fulfill your role here or not will determine your life.”
“Of course. It’s do or die. Ouch ouch…”
I gripped the shovel.
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