His name was Klbkch. It was what other the members of other species called him, at least. Among his kind he had no name that could be expressed in words. So he thought of himself as Klbkch or sometimes ‘Klb’. It was important to have a name.

At the moment Klbkch was off-duty. He had signed out of the roster and added Relc’s name to the log as well. His partner never signed out, or if he did, he did it improperly. It was important to do things properly.

Klbkch walked through the dark grassland outside of the city. He was headed to the inn where a young human female currently resided. It was not part of his duties as a guardsman. He was visiting her to improve his relationship with her. It was important to maintain good relationships with other species.

He knew something was wrong when he saw the smoke. Instantly Klbkch drew the two swords at his waist. He had two more hands free, but he left them unarmed for now.

Swords at the ready, Klbkch charged up the slight incline towards the inn. He moved extremely quickly – his long legs combined with his high levels in the [Guardsman] class gave him [Enhanced Movement], which turned the several miles into a blur behind him.

The inn was leaking black smoke out of the back windows. Klbkch knew they were connected to the kitchen. The door was also smashed in, and as Klbkch approached he saw Goblins fleeing into the hills.


Klbkch stopped outside of the inn and flattened himself against one wall next to the entrance. He drew his two daggers in his lower set of hands and braced himself. He did not underestimate or overestimate his chances.

As the fourth-highest leveled [Guardsman] in the city he was more than capable of handling most Goblin varieties. But if he was outnumbered he would retreat. His goal was to assess the whereabouts and well being of Erin Solstice and if possible, retreat with her. If not, his job was to witness her face and the forces currently occupying the inn.

For some reason Erin Solstice mattered to Klbkch more than assessing the threat at the moment. He dismissed that thought instantly and questioned his judgement. His survival outweighed a single human’s.

But. She could be inside, wounded or dying at the hands of the Goblins. Klbkch was well-aware of their tenancy to rape and assault females of any humanoid race.

His instincts told him to wait. Klbkch ignored them. His mind was telling him to act. He charged through the door, ready for anything.

The common room of the inn was a mess of broken tables and chairs. Klbkch swept the room. Empty. The door to the kitchen was broken in. He charged into the kitchen. And stopped.

Two figures lay on the ground. One was a Goblin. Not just any Goblin; a Chieftain. A true danger and threat. The other was a human girl. Both were lying still.

Klbkch assessed the situation. The Goblin Chieftain was a great threat. He could be killed if necessary but—it was already dead. Dead. A threat capable of wiping out low-level parties of adventurers by itself had been killed by…a girl?

How? But that didn’t matter. He looked at Erin Solstice.

The young woman lay against a kitchen counter. She held a bandage to her stomach with her arm. Her hands were blistered and blackened. Tears had painted clear lines through the soot on her face. Red-black blood dried around the bandage on her stomach.

She was barely breathing.

For once in his short life, Klbkch of the Free Antinium had no idea what to say.

“Ah. Miss Solstice?”




The pain had left after a while. Erin floated in a dark, warm sea by herself. She was falling asleep. Or maybe she was asleep and just dreaming.

Erin slowly sank into slumber as the light of the world faded away. It was a wonderful feeling as she gave up her burdens and closed her eyes. Sleep. It had been so long since she’d slept properly.

But there was something bothering her. Something…was making a sound? Yes, a sound. Erin squeezed her eyes shut, but now she was being shaken. She didn’t want to wake up. But maybe if she did, she could go back to sleep. She listened.

“Miss Solstice? Miss Solstice, you must drink.”

She was waking up. And with the waking came pain. Erin groaned, or tried to. Her throat was terribly dry. She hurt. She hurt so much that she couldn’t bear the pain. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to go back to sleep, but the voice was insistent.


Something was at her lips. Erin felt cool liquid and licked instinctively.

At once something wonderful began happening. Just as her tongue tasted bitter foulness and she gagged, the pain went away. For a second.

Then it was gone. Desperately Erin opened her mouth and tasted the disgusting, wonderful drink again. The pain vanished, and the burning pain in her stomach ended. The agony of her hands vanished.

Erin opened her eyes and sat up. Energy flooded back into her body and the darkness of death receded. She looked up and saw a giant insectoid face staring down at her.


Erin choked on the last mouthful of the healing potion. Klbkch held her steady as she choked it down and swallowed.

“Miss Solstice. Are you well?”

“I—I’m alive.”

Erin stammered. She looked at Klbkch. He was holding the empty potion bottle in his hand. He had saved her. Brought her back from death. She wanted to thank him. She didn’t have the words, but she wanted to thank him for saving her. She opened her mouth and then saw the body lying on the floor.

The Goblin Chieftain. Her eyes fell on his ruined face, on his motionless body. Erin paused, and ignored Klbkch’s repeated questions. For a while, she just stared at the body until Klbkch dragged it out of the kitchen. When he returned and she looked back into his face, she’d completely forgotten what she wanted to say.




“You are not from here, are you, Miss Solstice?”

That was the first thing Klbkch said to her after he’d made sure she was well.

Erin lay against the kitchen cupboards, her shirt lifted up as she inspected her stomach. It was perfectly healed, although the bandage was still there. She would have felt uneasy about undressing in front of Klbkch but—she wasn’t. It was probably because he was an insect.

She looked up in surprise. Klbkch was staring at her. She didn’t know what to say. He, however, did.

“I do not mean this country or even this continent. You are not from here, are you?”

Klbkch squatted next to her. His large hind legs made it easier than sitting.

“No. I’m not.”

“I thought as much.”

Erin smiled bloodlessly.

“Was it obvious?”

“Say rather that it has become obvious. It is an unbelievable statement, but it is the only one I can come to.”

Erin hesitated, and then nodded. Klbkch nodded in agreement.

“How’d you figure it out?”

“Many clues lead me to this conclusion. Your curiosity about levels and classes, your mysterious arrival and this ‘Michigan’ which is no nation recorded in any book. But most of all it was this last moment. No human would weep for a Goblin.”

Erin brushed at her face. Her tears were long dried but—

“Really? No one? What about Drakes?”

“No human. No Drake or Beastkin or Gnoll or any creature from Liscor would.”

“What about your people?”

Klbkch didn’t blink. He couldn’t. But he did twitch.

“The Antinium? We do not weep.”

“Oh. I see.”

Erin felt Klbkch’s hands moving at her side. He was peeling away the sticky bandage.

“Ow. What was—”

“Worry not. The healing potion worked. The bandage has stuck to your skin.”

“Oh—ow! Good to know.”

“You will be weak for at least a day afterwards. However, you will recover in full.”

Erin yelped as a bit of skin came off with the rest of the bandage.

“Good. Thank you. So. What now? Did you—what did you do with the body?”

“I buried it outside. Far from the inn, to prevent chance reanimation. Worry not.”

“…Thank you. Um. Thank you.”

Kblckh nodded. He quickly and deftly folded the dirty bandage and added it to the fire he’d lit. It burned and smelled terribly, but that was just one burned smell among many in the kitchen at the moment.

The ant man went to check on the small pot he’d set over the stove. It was filled with boiling water, not oil. After a minute he dipped another piece of cloth into the pot and brought it over to Erin. She accepted it wordlessly and used it to sponge off dried dirt, blood, and other stains from her skin.

“I had made the observation that you were not from this world, Miss Solstice.”

“Yeah. I changed the subject. Humans do that when they don’t want to talk about something at the moment.”

She scrubbed violently at her stomach. The towel was quite hot, but the heat was welcome. She felt cold. Klbkch bowed his head as he watched her.

“My apologies. I should not be asking such questions now. You are still in shock.”

Erin looked up.

“I’m not in shock.”

“You are still suffering from this encounter. Your mental state is unbalanced.”

“I’m not in shock. I’m really not. I’m just—tired.”

“As you saw.”

Klbkch bowed his head again.

“I’m okay. Really. I just—I’m from somewhere else. Another world. This place is different. I just—I just won’t want to talk about it right now. It’s been a bad day.”

“Of course. Forgive my rudeness. But if I may, I would like to suggest a course of action.”

“Um. Okay?”

“I have disposed of the Goblin Chieftain’s body. However, there are many Goblins still hiding nearby. If you feel safe here I will dispose of as many as I can. If not I will escort you to the city and then return with reinforcements to—”


Erin cut Klbkch off. She sensed the ant man’s surprise.

“No? If you feel unable to travel I can—”

“No. No killing Goblins.”

He paused. She could sense him looking at her even though his multi-faceted eyes had no pupils.

“May I ask why not?”

“It’s wrong.”

“Many would argue otherwise, Miss Solstice. Goblins are considered monsters and bandits for the purposes of determining crime under Liscorian law. They are killers who prey on the weak.”

Erin nodded.

“They’re vicious, evil little monsters. And they’d probably eat me if they could.”


“And they’re murderers.”

“This is true. Over a quarter of the deaths of travelers on the roads around Liscor are due to Goblin attacks. They are murderers.”


Erin mumbled. She stared at her hands. Her clean, whole hands.

“They’re murderers. And so am I. Don’t kill them.”

Silence followed her last remark. Erin stared at her hands. At last, Klbkch’s staccato voice sounded next to her ear.

“I do not understand your reasoning. But I will accede to your requests. Know that I will defend myself with lethal force if attacked, however.”

“That’s fine. They’re gone, anyways. They ran off when they heard him screaming.”

“Very well then.”

Klbkch fell silent. Erin stared at the spot where the body had lain. She felt lightheaded. At some point, she felt, she should have clung to Klbkch and started crying. Or was that too stereotypical? Was it a normal reaction? But instead she just felt a bit—empty.

“One more thing.”

“Is there something you wish to ask of me, Miss Solstice?”

Erin nodded vaguely. She pointed at her chest. It was still bare. Oops. She pulled her shirt down. Good thing her bra was still on.

“After I killed the Goblin—I gained a new skill. Two, actually. [Tavern Brawling] and [Unerring Throw].”

“They are worthy skills. Unusual for the [Innkeeper] class, but not unheard of.”

“Really? Why’d I get them? And aren’t skills like…set?”

“Another sign you do not belong of this world, Miss Solstice.”

Erin looked up with a frown. Klbkch waved one hand.

“I mean no offence. It is simply that all beings know how classes and skills work.”

“Well then, explain it to me.”

Klbkch was silent for a few seconds.

“To put it simply, classes are general ways of life that individuals take. In life, one might choose to become a [Butcher], or perhaps a [Musician]. It is simply a matter of fulfilling the requirements. Often they are known, but there are exceptions. One cannot simply take the [Ruler]-type class for instance.”

“Right, you’ve got to be born into it.”

“That is indeed one of the ways to learn such a class. But in any case, classes increase one’s proficiency at their role with each new level. And with that increase in ability, skills may be learnt. But there is no one set of skills for a class.”


“Indeed not. Two individuals taking the [Soldier] class for instance, may learn different skills at the same level. It is a matter of need and inclination which allows individuals to learn skills. For instance, while Relc is a higher level [Guardsman] than I, he still does not possess the [Detect Guilt] skill.”


Klbkch looked at Erin. She shrugged.

“Do you understand?”

“Not really. Sort of. I guess? But why are there levels in the first place?”

“It is the way of the world. All races that think are given the ability to level and take classes.”

“By who?”

Erin sighed and slapped her face lightly.

“Or whom. Who did it? And why?”

“It is not known. But our oldest texts tell us of this truth.”

Klbkch recited in his inflectionless voice:

“All those that Think—Feel. From Feeling do we Act. It is in Action that we Level. All those who Think have a Class. And it is in that Class which we find destiny.”

Erin snorted. Then she realized he was being serious.

“Did someone teach you that?”

Klbkch nodded gravely.

“It is part of the lessons any child learns. The exact wording comes from a book: The Book of Levels, which was originally written nearly a thousand years ago.”

“But why is that how things work?”

Erin was getting frustrated. Klbkch’s calm, matter-of-fact tone wasn’t helping matters either.

“It is simply how we live our life. This is a universal truth throughout the world. Is yours not the same?”

Erin scowled at him.

“No, it’s not. We don’t have levels, and we don’t learn skills like we’re in a video game. We don’t have classes except for ones in school, and we don’t need levels to learn things.”

“Learning skills is not merely a matter of levels. Classes and leveling are simply the basis of our lives so we may grow faster from what we do. It is a fact of life.”

“That’s stupid.”

He looked at her in surprise.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your leveling is stupid. Your skills are stupid. I hate your world’s classes, I hate your city, and I hate you.

She shouted those last words at Klbkch and then buried her face in her hands. After a while she felt him place a comforting hand on her shoulder. It was cold, smooth exoskeleton. But it was still comforting.

“…I didn’t mean that.”

“I took no offense, Miss Solstice. I realize you have gone through a traumatic event. The fault lies with me for not being more receptive to your distress. I should have provided more comfort and companionship. In that my partner Relc is occasionally more effective than I.”

“You’re fine.”

Erin mumbled that through her tears. She’d begun crying. Not bad crying or loud crying, but her eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

“I’m just having a bad—I mean, it’s been—I hate this world. But I didn’t mean that last bit about you. You’re okay. Everyone else can go to hell.”

“I see. Here. Please accept this.”

Klbkch handed Erin another piece of cloth. She blew her nose and sniffed loudly.

“I’d like to be alone now.”

Klbkch hesitated.

“I will remain here with your permission. It would be unwise to—”

She cut him off.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Respectfully, I must disagree. Though the Goblin Chieftain is dead, his tribe may seek vengeance.”

“They won’t.”

“May I ask how you know?”

“I just know. Please. I’d really like to be left alone.”

Again he hesitated, but at least Klbkch stood up. He walked over to the door of the kitchen. There he turned.

“One last question Miss Solstice, if I may? What caused the Goblin Chieftain to attack you in the first place? It is rare that the tribal leader takes any aggressive action if unprovoked.”

Erin closed her eyes. She felt so tired. And the events of…was it this morning? They felt so long ago.

“Relc. He killed three Goblins and beheaded them.”

Klbkch paused. Out of the corner of her eye Erin saw him close one of his four hands. Then he bowed deeply.

“Allow me to apologize on both our behalves. Words cannot express my shame.”

She nodded shortly.

“It’s okay.”

The lie said, she waited for Klbkch to leave. When he didn’t leave after a few minutes, she looked directly at him.

“I’m going to sleep.”

He nodded.

“Well then. Take care, Miss Solstice.”

He didn’t close the door since the door was broken. But he did prop it against the hole in the wall and prop it up with two chairs. That done, the ant man disappeared into the grasslands, quickly becoming a silhouette against the orange sky.

Erin put her head up against the wall. Her eyes were burning and her body felt slow and fuzzy after the healing potion. At last he was gone. It wasn’t that she didn’t want his company. In fact she wanted to hold him or maybe him to hold her. But she wanted to sleep now. To forget.

But she couldn’t sleep.

She wanted to sleep badly. Her mind was crying out for her to close her eyes. But when she did, she saw things. So she kept them open.

She smelled the burned oil and burning flesh, still. Klbkch ahd opened a window and an evening breeze was blowing through the kitchen. But she still smelled death. She still saw it in the Goblin Chieftain’s eyes. He was looking right at her—


Erin smacked her head against the wall behind her. It hurt. She did it again.

Thump. Thump.

The image of the dead Goblin’s eyes disappeared for a second. But the instant she thought about them, they were back, staring into her soul.


Erin bumped her head again. The pain made the vision fade briefly. It also made her head swim.  Still, if she had to chose between that and the Goblin’s—

Thump. Thump. Thump.

She wanted to sleep. But couldn’t. And the night was coming. With it came uncertainty, fear, but worst of all was that one thing she couldn’t escape.






Klbkch walked through Liscor’s western gates and nodded at the Drake on duty. He received a scowl in reply but made no comment. Politeness was important. Fostering strong ties and goodwill towards the Antinium within the city was important.

What was also important was turning in a bounty. Klbkch had a large cloth bag he’d fashioned out of what remained of Erin Solstice’s shopping bag and it was weighing down his left side by quite a bit. But the bag was necessary, and besides, it kept the smell and sight from disturbing the other civilians he passed.

Yes, the bounty. He would fill it out tonight. But before that he had another mission that took higher precedence.

Klbkch walked through the streets until he came to a bar he knew was frequented by many Drake customers. It was a loud, raucous joint filled with many reptilian bodies, but they made room for him. Not out of respect for his occupation; he was off-duty, but out of a desire not to touch him.

The lone Antinium walked through the crowd of Drakes until he heard his name being loudly called and the smash of a tankard being hurled his way.

“Oi, Klb! You won’t believe what that stupid human did this time.”

Klbkch approached Relc from across the bar. The Drake weaved him over to a seat and turned unsteadily. He was with a gaggle or as the proper term was, cluster of Drakes. Some were male; the majority was female. Or not. Gender was still difficult for Klbkch to ascertain at the best of times.

“Good thing you’re here. Let me tell you, that Erin girl? Stupidest human I’ve ever met. Do you know what she did this morning?”

Relc launched into his story. By the looks on the other’s faces, this was not his first retelling. Klbkch ignored Relc and ignored the seat the Drake was trying to shove him into.

He placed two of his hands on Relc’s shoulders to steady him. Proper posture was critical. Then Klbkch hit Relc with his other two hands as hard as he could.

The Drake saw the punch coming, but he was too drunk to dodge properly and Klbkch’s hands held him in place. He smacked into the floor hard as both punches caught him in the jaw and stomach at the same time.

For a moment all was stunned silence. Then Klbkch heard a loud hiss that turned into a screeching bellow of rage.

Relc surged to his feet with a roar and caught Klbkch’s foot coming up. The blow smashed him in the jaw again and this time stunned him for a few seconds. Klbkch nodded to himself. Proper posture was critical for a good strike.

Relc lay at Klbkch’s feet. He got back up, received two more punches again, and decided to lie down. Klbkch nodded to himself and walked away from his partner.

The atmosphere in the room had turned hostile. Klbkch glanced around but decided not to draw his daggers. The other male Drakes were glowering and clenching their clawed hands, but experience told him that they would not attack unless he made further provocations.

Klbkch estimated the public perception towards Antinium within the city had lowered a degree from his actions, regardless of the reasons. Antipathy within the City Guard would also be substantial, at least in the short term.

It was a costly consequence, but it struck Klbkch as fitting. He nodded to the silent bar of onlookers.

“Good night to you. Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience. I shall take my leave.”

Klbkch turned and walked out of the bar. He heard the hubbub start as soon as he’d left mixed in with Relc’s indignant and distinctive voice. Oh yes. There would be consequences tomorrow.

For some reason that didn’t bother Klbkch. Instead, he wondered what humans were like. Were they anything like Drakes? He wondered.

But the night was deepening and he still had a bounty to turn in. The proper forms needed to be filled out and an eyewitness account delivered. Things had to be done properly or not at all.

Klbkch walked into the night. There was a bounty to fill out and research on humans to be done. But most importantly, the Others must know of a human named Erin Solstice. She was important. After all, she was unique.




The body was gone. But Erin still saw his face. She still smelled burning flesh, still felt her hands burn. She still heard him breathing.

She didn’t sleep. And as the night fell into day she stared up at the dark ceiling.

Listening to the breathing.


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Tugi @Tugi ago

Sigh, what a softie. It's not wrong if it's your life over some monsters, it's just a goblin for Pete's sakes ^^; 

Thanks for the chapter 

archetypenecromancer @archetypenecromancer ago

 i am having trouble........ empathising....... i can sympathise...... but i do not understand the aversion to killing..... what makes the goblins different from the fish? every breath kills millions of bacteria.... in a life or death situation real humans irrespective of background or belief will do anything to survive and more often then not the brain will find a way to justify or cope this whole act of dont kill them is rather hard to understand she showed mercy repeatedly and it repeatedly resulted in worse consequences... is she incapable of understanding cause and effect or does she choose not to? if you could delve into the reasoning for irrational actions such as this i think the (already great) story would be much better off. i come from a less developed part of the world and crime is quite rampant, we dont really understand the value of the law of sanctity of life extending to those who take it unprovoked. she is not a murderer as she did not intentionally kill the goblin it was self defense any judge divine or mortal would generally consider her innocent in that case. im not saying mmurder or brutality is acceptable but if being good implies allowing murderous rapists to run rampant then i want to be evil. remember the saying evil wins when good men do nothing. if the creatures cannot be reasoned with nor tamed nor controlled the the only solution is extermination or isolation

Bulwark @Bulwark ago

Sigh. Apologies but I think that's it for me. As much as I have enjoyed your writing and the realism of the reactions from a person of our world and society actually dropped into this situation I just can't enjoy a story with a pacifist MC. I know people like that exist but it is so far from my own world view that reading from that perspective leaves me with nothing but frustration, not something I look for when finding a piece of fiction to read. 

Anyway thanks for sharing


CamChow @CamChow ago

everyone talking about the pacifist mc needs to take into account the character of the mc.  we are all reading this because we areinterested in this genre litRPG but where tnat interest stems from is a disatisfaction with this world and a yearning to live in another.  We'd think it easy to kill goblins because they're different, but what if you saw that goblins were just like humans.  The goblins that Relc killed were evidently a family, the youngest of which attacked Erin.  Now swap that with humans.  Relc just killed 3 human farmers for throwing rocks at Erin because of her strangeness.  They are not monsters, theyre just different.  All of you just want to kill goblins because you've been conditioned by video games to think that goblins are weak monsters used to grind and gain levels but think on this.  
You're going on a leveling grind so you go out into the wilderness and start killing wolves.  They're attacking you, so it's fine, you kill them, loot their body, and move forward.  You come across a goblin village.  The sentries there attack you- why? because they know youre here to kill them.  So you enter the village, and the goblin warriors attack, trying to defend their village.  Eventually all is quiet.  Sweet, time too loot.  You enter one of the houses hoping for a chest of some kind when you hear something underneatht the floor.  You peel back a floorboard and there are two goblin children clinging to their mother.  You, being the adventurer you are hope to extinguish the goblins and so you stab at them with your sword.  The mother covers her children with her body but eventually you get through and she slumps overtop of them.  

Obviously some stories give goblins no humanity and tbh in those I would say yeah, fine.  kill them, level up, get gold.  But in this story where Goblins are just another race with sentience and capability of love, give the MC some credit as all y'all would be fucking wrecked if you had just poured boiling oil on another person just to watch their face melt in front of you.

Good shit @pirateaba.  you humanize the goblins well and your writing is clean, precise and well thought out.  Still reading though I imagine an MC who doesn't fight is like an RPG where you don't kill things.  (Y) from me


    Koooomakimi @Koooomakimi ago

    dude, that was beautifully said. I can't describe it better than this

    Merrin Stino @Merrin Stino ago

    Thank you. Thank you very much. I'm crying now...

    Vintearis @Vintearis ago

    Mother of god. Goblins do what they do to ensure their survival. Suing of females of other species would is great reproductive strategy if existed in real world. The same killing or theft. She can't change what they are. She is only making easy choices as typical hypocryte so she can feel good.

    She allows harm of innocents because this typeof thinking. Well at least she suffered some and i hope she suffers more in the future and others from the city for such thinking so they can understand that only that by making chocies that are hard to make good man can prevent evil.

      CamChow @CamChow ago

      Except you're completely wrong. Goblins are sentient and can distinguish between right and wrong, however their definition of right and wrong is different from the human idea of right and wrong. You'll probably stop reading this story because you'll think the main characters are stupid for being human but that's fine, go read something mindless

      WhatsAGamer @WhatsAGamer ago

      Except you are wrong as well, goblins can think but these goblins are known for plundering and murdering, people or goblins deserve second chances but you don't see any modern females saying how sad theyre rapists are in prison do you? You are too innocent thinking that no matter what you shouldn't be punished. The chieften goblin was punished with execution for attempted rape, the mc blames herself for a punishment that well fits the crime. Only recently is raping where rape is illegal taken as totally fine by these inactive pacifists and it's honestly disgusting.

      CamChow @CamChow ago

      Okay first, organize your thoughts into a coherent sentence before you argue.

      Second, prison is different from killing someone yourself. Never did i mention that "no matter what you shouldn't be punished". Did I say the Chieftan goblin shouldn't have been killed? No. The MC is feeling guilty for having killed something, something that is VERY common. Killing a rapist is still killing a human, and if you think you can do that without any repercussions on your psych then you highly overestimate yourself. Add on the fact that it's a gruesome, painful death, right in front of your face. Do I think rapists/murderers should die? Yes. Do I think it's easy to kill someone? No. Check yourself kid

dj35 @dj35 ago

oh man everything deserves a life to live its wrong to kill a goblin kill's a fish 15 minutes later with no remorse than proceeds to start complaining about not having meat to eat damn weakling this is a world where a weakness is weeded out and destroyed


    Koooomakimi @Koooomakimi ago

    you can't compare a fish with a goblin who acts like a human and feels fear hate anger etc

      dj35 @dj35 ago

      i have pet fish and they all have emotion to Lol

      CamChow @CamChow ago

      they really don't lol, they aren't sentient, they don't have feelings. They can't contemplate life.

      Vintearis @Vintearis ago

      Goblins rape, theft and kill because they are goblins. If done nothing evil will spread Stupid people making easy choices should suffer consequences of their thinking

      CamChow @CamChow ago

      No that's your preconceived notions of goblins. In this story, goblins are sentient and more than the raping, thieving, killing counterparts in other stories. Get your head out of your ass and read the story and make your own judgements on the actions of these goblins, not take the opinions of other manga/stories because your opinion makes you seem intolerant. You're making easy choices in killing them. Follow the mob mentality and slaughter everything that's not like you.

      WhatsAGamer @WhatsAGamer ago

      It's written that the goblins in the area murder, rape, and pillage. You are mistaken and need to read the story.

      CamChow @CamChow ago

      And we realize that not all goblins are alike, so no, you are incorrect. Do all goblins murder, rape, and pillage? Even the children and female goblins? You need to expand your narrow thinking mind and stop stereotyping because that leaks into your every day life.

      WhatsAGamer @WhatsAGamer ago

      And you need to think for a second, the goblins that are hunting for food are the ones that suffer retaliation for stealing raping and pillaging, I never said all goblins do, I said goblins in the area rape pillage and murder. And for stereotypes I try not to do that. Ex. I think of all people who are citizens of the US as fellow Americans, and don't put these stupid titles in front of American such as African and Hispanic because of the divide of thought caused by these 'harmless' titles that still cause racial tension today...

      Also, the original form of goblin does not look like a human at all. Goblins have slowly been becoming more human as culture advances.

      Also it's quite rude to assume I think children have the capacity to rape others.

      Lastly there are alot of stories that think of goblins of mainly monster origins and developed intelligence from generations of raping more intelligent beings. So raping could be a part of goblin society in this story to advance their race. Of course by the direction of the story I can infer that it's not the case. Or that it is the case but they don't do it for the advancement of the race anymore.

      CamChow @CamChow ago

      If you read what the dude before said, he was generalizing to all goblins because they are goblins, not because of this story, so yes I am correct in saying that he is stereotyping.

      Also, Goblins are humanoid. They stand upright and have two arms and legs as do dwarves, elves, gnolls, minotaurs etc. are you speaking in terms of literature culture or in the story because is there evidence that goblins are becoming more human with time? Velan the Kind was very "human"

      Also, I didn't say you think children have the capacity to rape. Also how is that rude if you literally just generalized to all goblins. You said all goblins in the area rape kill murder, and so deserve punishment. Do Goblin children rape/kill/murder? Potentially. Look at Goblin Slayer (yes i know it's a different story) and think, who came first, humans murdering goblins or goblins murdering humans?

      I haven't read anything like that but sure, does that mean they're an evil or monstrous race? That's what the vikings did. How does this relate to your original point

      WhatsAGamer @WhatsAGamer ago

      Honestly, I don't care. I agree that you are right but I am right as well. It only matters how you look at it. So yes you are right with your thinking but I think I'm right too. I really don't wanna turn this into a debate on moral ethnics of goblins as a race or a society.

      CamChow @CamChow ago

      but that's what the forum is here for, if you don't want to debate then don't reply lol. I don't think you've said anything correct except for the statement that goblins in the area rape and steal.

Pubeard @Pubeard ago

thanks for the chapter!

datkillerdude @datkillerdude ago

Jesus, would it kill you to read a story with this kind of MC? Stop being edgelords and think about appreciating an alternative MC for once you goofs.

node. @node. ago

I don't even know. Goblins tried to kill her on day 1 and she felt horrible for killling the chief in self-defense.

A very different and very pacifist MC.

Kiriaru @Kiriaru ago

This chapter was really sad and dramatic, hit me in the feels, if you know what I mean.

I can relate to this character, our MC, but I know how she got this mentality, she's just an American who has been taught this by her parents and preachers. It takes privilege and safety to think like this but it is an honest and very good philosophy.

All life should be valued, and killing is wrong, no exceptions. Seems to be how she thinks.

    Vintearis @Vintearis ago

    Yet she eats sausages that came from murder of animal. Such hypocryte. Typical all talk and do nothing so she can feel good.

    She really needs suffer more consequences of her choices and not really on plot to survive. because if not she really should not make meals drink water etc because well plot. Why do anything if author can provide?