The Evolution of a Goblin to the Peak

"It's not enough..." Souta muttered, staring at the wound on the Somnyori's nape.

It wasn't surprising-after all, the Somnyori was on the same level as Kessa. Its speed and strength far surpassed Souta's.

Killing a fifth-stage monster like that was nearly impossible for him. Still, at the very least, he had managed to wound it. The injury wasn't deep, but it was better than nothing.

Bang!!

Kessa and the Somnyori clashed repeatedly, reshaping the entire landscape of the territory. Although the Somnyori's wound wasn't deep, it gave Kessa an opportunity. She targeted the wounds on his nape, causing it to bleed nonstop. Most of her attacks focused on that spot. ROAR!!

The Somnyori unleashed his dream power, and a dark green sea rose, submerging both him and Kessa. This sea was made of highly potent poison.

Kessa ignored it. Her body was incredibly tough, and the poison wouldn't affect her easily. She swam at high speed, ramming into her opponent. Her heads sunk their fangs into the Somnyori's body, while her claws intercepted the incoming sharp tails.

Her dream power allowed her to create a delayed impact. It's like she could freeze the force of her attack in time and trigger them at will within a one-minute window.

The Somnyori's dream power was formidable. Its ability was simple-an elemental dream, much like the one Souta possessed. But beyond that, with his vast dream energy, he could shape his territory to his will.

The two wrestled in the depths of the poisonous sea. Despite their massive bodies, both Kessa and the Somnyori moved with incredible speed. Waves of toxic tsunamis crashed through the surrounding territories, reshaping the landscape with their sheer force.

At this moment, aside from the two combatants and Souta, no living being remained within several dozen kilometers.

Souta watched the battle, tightening his grip on his sword. His voice rang out:

"This is your last chance! Give up your position, or we'll take it by force!"

"You damned fourth stage!! You think you can threaten me?!" the Somnyori roared as his sharp tails shot toward Souta at high speed.

Swoosh!!

Kessa stepped forward and unleashed [Bestrou] at the incoming tails, intercepting the attack.

...

Meanwhile,

A massive, ant-like Sovereign muttered, "In the territory of the Rank 1 Sovereign..."

She was the Rank 4 Sovereign of the Land of Vanko.

She had survived the previous chaos only because the hydra hadn't targeted her. The last time the Nine-Headed Hydra appeared, Vanko was thrown into turmoil. Several powerful Sovereigns had fallen to its might.

All beings in the Land of Vanko knew the terror of the Nine-Headed Hydra. Even the Rank 2 Sovereign had perished in battle. Only the Rank 1 Sovereign had managed to repel the fearsome beast.

And now, the hydra had returned-directly challenging the Rank 1 once again.

It was a battle for dominance.

"This land will undergo a massive change after decades of stillness," the ant-like Sovereign muttered.

She wasn't the only one who felt it. Every surviving Sovereign sensed the shift. This battle would decide the future of the Land of Vanko. If the Rank 1 Somnyori triumphed, the balance of power would remain. But if the hydra won... no one could predict what would come next. Ohm!!

A strange, powerful energy erupted from the battlefield.

"What?!"

The Rank 4 Sovereign's eyes widened as she stared in the direction of the battle.

The other Sovereigns felt it too-an overwhelming surge of power.

Ekatoe City.

Inside the office of the newly built City Lord's mansion, Alice sat at her desk, scanning reports.

"I need to finish this... Tomorrow, I'll head to the ancient ruins," she muttered to herself.

Cough! Cough!

Alice paused, looking down at her hand-blood stained her palm. Her face paled as she quietly wiped it away.

"It's been a week, yet it's still affecting me..."

When she entered Souta's mind, she had used her dream power to absorb the overwhelming emotions, hoping to lessen his burden. But even after a week, the emotions she had taken in still lingered, weighing heavily on her.

"I thought they would dissipate by now, but it's too slow... At this rate, it'll take more than a month to fully recover."

Alice shook her head and glanced at the door. Channeling mana into her voice, she called for someone to bring her a glass of water.

A few moments later, someone delivered a glass of water. Alice took a sip before leaning back in her chair. She let her muscles relax and stared at the ceiling in silence.

Meanwhile, in the Obsidian Desert, Franklin and Vashno sat in a dimly lit pub, silently listening to the murmurs around them.

They were in Oslan, a city that had once been the capital of a nation-before it fell to an organization that now occupied its streets.

"Shit! Am I gonna die in this hellhole?!"

"They say there's another battle tomorrow! Who knows how many will die this time?!"

"Red Spring City was wiped out two days ago! I heard the survivors are planning a

Counterattack!"

"What about Serene Palace in the south? I heard there's going to be a battle for its inheritance!"

The drunken voices carried through the pub, reaching Franklin and Vashno's ears. From this, they pieced together just how chaotic the Obsidian Desert had become.

It hadn't been like this before-back when Franklin first came to assist the Palleo Kingdom.

After a few moments, the two stood up. Vashno paid the bill, and they left the pub.

"The situation here is a mess. Various factions are fighting for dominance," Vashno said.

Franklin nodded. "Yeah, but is anyone from the Gluttony Army still here? Maybe they already left after taking down the major factions."

"You're probably right, but we can't rule them out yet-not until we have proof. So for now,

We lay low. No trouble."

"I know, I know."

"We need to get to the Palleo Kingdom and figure out what happened to them..." Vashno

Trailed off, his eyes shifting slightly to the side.

He muttered under his breath, "We're being followed."

"Oh? How strong are they?" Franklin raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

"Not much." Vashno replied flatly.

At Vashno's words, Franklin suddenly lost interest. He sighed and said, "Then let's head to a secluded spot. We'll see what they want there."

The two of them changed direction, making their way toward an area devoid of people-only abandoned houses dotted the landscape.

"Well, why don't you all come out now?" Vashno called out, scanning his surroundings.

At that moment, a group of armed figures emerged from every direction, surrounding Franklin and Vashno.

A man with an eye patch eyed them cautiously and asked, "Who are you? This is the first time I've seen you in this city. Who sent you here?"

"Aren't you being rude? Why don't you introduce yourself before asking such questions?"

Franklin smirked, scanning the group.

"You can still smile after being surrounded by us? You must have some confidence." The man

With the eye patch noted.

Franklin took a step forward and stopped right in front of the man. A wide grin spread across his face as he said, "I'm not confident. I'm just enjoying this absurd situation. Now, why don't you hurry up and tell me who you are? Depending on your answer, I might even tell you who I

Am."

The man with an eye patch was about to speak, but Franklin cut him off.

"There are too many of you... Let's reduce your number first. Maybe that way, you'll tell me

What I want."

As soon as the words left Franklin's lips, his face twisted into something monstrous. Flesh- like tentacles erupted from his body, immediately impaling the nearby individuals.

"Hehe, let's see..."

Franklin's voice became dark, almost demonic. The tentacles twisted, ripping through those

They impaled, and blood sprayed from the wounds like a fountain.

Seeing the scene unfold, Vashno sighed and placed his palm over his face.

"It can't be helped..."

He floated in the air, scanning the surroundings carefully, ever watchful for anyone else

Hiding nearby. It was always better to be cautious than to overlook something.

Soon, the area was thick with the pungent stench of blood. What was once a group of people

Was reduce to more than nothing but a pile of flesh and gore.

Vashno and Franklin left, having gathered the necessary information from these men's

Remains.

"Those men could only provide us with a little information." "What can we do? They were weak, so it's understandable they wouldn't have access to valuable intel. For now, the priority is gathering the basic details about the current state of

The Obsidian Desert."

Franklin sighed. "I shouldn't have come here. Eztein should have been the one for this."

"Don't say that," Vashno replied. "Souta gave the orders, so if you don't take this mission seriously, things won't end well for you. Our leader's emotions are unstable because of what happened." Vashno shook his head with a sigh. "Well, you'll get what you want soon enough. I think Souta's planning to wipe out the forces here."

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