Novel & Cerita From Goblin To Goblin God Chapter 11

You're dead now,' he thought to himself. He nodded eagerly. "Yes, I've seen him! I have!" "Where did he go?" Barnabas asked, his gaze sharp. As a master of mind and soul, he could clearly sense every shift in the gnoll's emotional state. He was intrigued. The gnoll's fear had suddenly turned into glee after seeing Chase's image. What changed? "He… He just ascended to the upper realm," the gnoll replied truthfully. Yet the answer, which the gnoll believed to be completely normal, triggered shockwaves in the hearts of the experts from Evil Shadow Sect and Nefarious Deity Sect.

That's when the demon blood, if it existed, would reveal itself in the form of glowing red eyes and shadows for fur. And my first shift was only four days away. Elora and I hurried out of the house and climbed into the old truck that had belonged to our father. The engine roared to life, and we pulled out onto the dirt road that led to the village. As we drove, the trees blurred past, their dark shapes ominous against the gray sky. My mind kept drifting back to the scroll hidden in the basement, to the runes I had drawn on the floor.

The claws softened into sharp-edged nails. The goblin blinked, tears welling at the corners of his bulging eyes. “Master…” he whispered. “Forgive Ghulik, Master.” Relief crashed over Gildeon like a wave. He slumped to the floor, chest rising and falling, and slowly shifted back into his mortal form. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He managed a tired, loose smile as he reached for the goblin’s small hand. “You’re back. That’s all I want.” “Ghulik needs sleep, Master…” the goblin murmured, eyes fluttering shut.

Mortals cowered, their eyes cast skyward in awe and fear. I was not here to be seen. Not yet. But something stirred, pulling me closer. A strange hum, faint yet persistent, whispered against my senses. It was different from the cries of frightened humans or the prayers they murmured to deities they believed still cared. This was something else—a tether pulling me down. Intriguing. Mortal lands held no place for gods, and yet here I was, standing on the precipice of their world, compelled by… curiosity. With a single thought, I descended.

I refuse to surrender and become a victim," I retort defiantly, my voice filled with determination. Once again, I narrowly evade their lunges and swipes. However, while dodging their attacks, my foot stumbles upon a sharp stone, causing a deep gash. Blood begins to flow instantly, staining the ground crimson. "The scent is intoxicating. We've struck gold by finding you," the smaller goblin remarks, its voice dripping with anticipation. I find myself lying on the ground, my injured foot preventing me from standing. I survey my surroundings and realize that I am cornered, trapped by these two monstrous creatures.

I state, taking a seat on the trunk behind me. “Fine, little witch… ” he mumbles, before leading into his story. “Many years ago when there were many gods and they roamed the earth there was one made completely of darkness and shadows. He chose to stay hidden in a small cave not far from where we are now, on the outskirts of a small town. From his hiding place he was able to control all the darkness in the world. He was the shadows of creatures and the night sky… He was beautiful… But where there is darkness comes evil… And with evil comes people who wish to destroy it. After a long time of searching for the thing bringing the darkness into the world an arch druid stumbled upon the god deep

the boy asked dully. Thallon snorted at him. “Party pooper.” Before he could respond, Gillian beat him to it. “We just need to find one of the Metals and put a little spell on him.” “Which also means that you’re going to screw one of them,” the huge man smirked at her. Gillian’s nostrils flared, glaring angrily at him. “Asshole. I can’t tell if you enjoy being a wolf or a pig.” “Well, choose one. I can’t be all three. Plus, you’re the one who has to get a high schooler all up in ya.”

Let me tell you my story and how my life has changed in the way how gossip ruled the progress in the narrative arc of my journey and how my choice leads me to where I would be and I will never forget the pain who becomes the reason of becoming a nun. Come what may and I know how hard it is to make a step of having a new chapter of my life despite my mess I had made in the past. Not because I wanted to clean up my mistakes but because God calls me to renew my perspectives in this world of unpredictable unfolding of events in everyone’s life. It’s okay. I just need to stay truthful and faithful to my decision.

She muttered not ready for any bad news. "Host, you really need what I have to say for your Mission" AI3 persuaded her to listen. "What is it?" Rose felt like whatever it is she will hear it sooner or later, so it's better to he mentally prepared. "What I want to say is that, In this world the lord god is the Villian. He is Blackened and Dangerous. Not only that you are bound to the plot of this world, things will happen even if you don't want them to happen " AI3 explained everything to her.