Day 6 – Night:
There were no living goblins.
I sneaked out of the house's door and went to the lower floor.I crept into the house where I had last seen the goblins.
I found them in a large living room, lying next to the unrestrained, sleeping women.I stabbed each goblin in the chest and in the head, but no one woke up—no reaction at all.They were already dead.
I did not expect this.But I was not against it.
I looked at the pregnant women's bellies, so round they looked ready to burst at any moment.Maybe I should cut open one of them to see what was going on inside.
I looked out of the window, only to be met with bareness, silence, and a soothing breeze.Sadly, I couldn't enjoy this peace.
First, I went around the buildings, checking if every other goblin was dead.And indeed, they were all dead.
Maybe those goblins had been old, which would explain their skinny bodies.All the women were still sleeping. Strange— not even one was awake.All had near‑bursting bellies.
That's when I had a genius idea.
I dragged all the pregnant women from my building to a house on the first floor of another building—building B—locking each one in a bathroom so that, if my assumption was correct, the newborn goblins wouldn't be able to flee.
I spent probably an hour doing this for ten floors, locking each group of women on their respective floors in a single bathroom, except for the first and second floors of building B.
Astonishingly, there was a floor with all doors closed—meaning survivors.I would check that tomorrow. Goblins were a more pressing crisis than humans.
I went back to building B and dragged one of the women—no, a girl barely older than my sister—to the underground parking.
I cut open her throat, leaving her to die as her soulless eyes stared at me, her mouth opening without producing a sound, her gaze speaking to me:
Why? Why did you let them do that to us? Why?
Probably the question a more moral or sane person would interpret.I only felt even more… joy.
I proceeded to open her belly wide, unraveling her insides like a child opening his gifts.
"What do we have here?"
Goblins. Yes—multiple babies in one belly. Four goblins in one belly.
Damn, that's an army.
I made a quick calculation and came to a ghastly conclusion: around twenty babies per floor.That's a lot of goblins. It was a good idea to lock them all.
Maybe I should have killed all those women. That might have been a better fate.
At that moment, I felt my inner debate coalescing.Maybe I should show them some mercy?Ha. They are more useful to me by giving birth to goblins.
I could probably train some skills on them, or maybe even enslave them. A goblin army—that's a story right out of a novel.Or maybe they could overwhelm me with their numbers, so it's better if I let them starve.
As I returned to my house and put up some barricades, I found myself thinking about my greatest aspiration.
My greatest aspiration since I was barely thirteen: to make those people suffer for eternity.At first, it was just to destroy my own birth country, but as the years passed, as I witnessed the worst of mankind—parasites leeching off other parasites—it morphed into something worse, something not even history books would record.
I did not care about the parasites as I see them, but they stole from me my most precious asset: my childhood.And no matter the amount of magic, power, or even godhood I could gain, that was something I could not fix.
The first eighteen years of my life were gone, taken by the wind.
Still, I pride myself on being a rational being, but I was born a man, and this aspiration—this quest of mine—is the only matter where I let my emotions speak.
And they have decreed: I will raise those people—not just my country but a third of the world's population—as cattle to suffer for eternity.
And I find solace in those girls' and women's fate.
Now, time to sleep.
I dreamed.
I dreamed of fascist penguins, reigning over worlds and worlds with an iron fist, their goal: the greatest pizza in existence.
Day 7:
One whole week since the beginning of this "apocalypse."
The mood only grew worse as my family processed this fact.
I did not feel that bad, because I was getting stronger by the day, and I knew of worse cataclysms.But something overshadowed all of this: a feeling.
A feeling that magic was just around the corner—just a bit more training, and I would have it.Magic!
But I was restless due to new developments: there were survivors in another building, and worse—new goblins.
Actual goblins came out of the portal during the day.Stronger‑looking goblins. They were meatier, taller, and had a sharper look in their eyes.They did not rush out in groups of five as they left the portal; instead, they waited for their friends.
They brought wood logs with them. I say wood logs, but I am not sure—that material could be anything, something from the world on the other side of the portal.
I traded frail‑looking goblins for strong‑looking goblins. Damn it.
But one good thing was that they didn't rush into the buildings like the first day. Instead, they began building their houses???
I write this nonchalantly, but it is a bigger crisis than the previous goblins.
And as my stomach reminded me, I had to eat before I could think about this.
Food would last us one more day, because my family shared our food without even asking me—leading to a heated debate between them and me.
They believed that soon the army would come to save us. What idiocy.They also believed I could forage more food for us from other houses.
Me forage food? That would mean risking myself. Who will protect me? Who?
I sighed. Years of responsibility caught up to me. I had always been there for them from day one—and I mean it. The perfect child.
I proclaim with all honesty and rationality: I was more mature than my own parents. I was the emotional support, the pillar of this family all along.
Sometimes I ask myself if I shouldn't just leave them behind. At first, I used the argument of family, but now I just see them as annoying pets.Sadly, I still have that kind of child in me who wants to take care of them.
As I was training in my room, someone unexpected entered. Not my father, not my sister, not my mother—but my grandmother.
And I don't know how to say this.
These words I am writing now are filled with a flame—not that of hate, disgust, or arrogance, but that of a warm fireplace in winter, of actual care and love.
She was sorry that I had to go outside and forage with all the danger around us.
Now that I think about it, she had been strangely silent these past few days, and she brought me the reason for this.
She said she was genuinely sorry for me. I was only a few days away from living this whole apocalypse surrounded by better people—actual people who liked me and liked my presence.
She had spent the past few days thinking, calming herself from all the surrounding hysteria and despair.
She knew how hypocritical it was of them to ask me to do anything—not just protect them or forage food.
She apologized for all of their actions, but what was done was done. We could only move forward.
She asked me if I could help them one more day and maybe forgive my parents for the hate she could see in me.
I told her I would—not just one more day, but every day—but I do not see the world as they see it, and I could not see why I should ever forgive them.
And then she said something I will probably remember forever:
"Then tell me how you see the world."
And she listened, gave some counterarguments, but did not try to impose her view.
It felt good.
Having someone simply listen to you was…Nice. After years of listening and taking care of others.
She left my room as I finished my physical workout.
As she left, I pleaded—no, I begged—her to at least meditate. Maybe she could learn magic. And she agreed.
As the door closed, I simply stood there, staring into nothingness, lost in thought, slowly falling into meditation.
Before I knew it, I had meditated my usual five hours, and as I left my meditation, I took notice of my notifications.
Meditation level 4.
I could not feel the world, but I could feel myself growing clearer in my mind.
As night fell, my duties caught up to me.
I went around at night, scavenging the second and first floors slowly, without making any loud sound that could alert the patrols of goblins outside.
Sneak level 2.
And as I returned to my room, tired from such a long day…For the first time in my life, I felt emotionally and spiritually rested.
Plop.
Time to sleep.
See you tomorrow.
Hopefully.
Health 100/100
Mana Points 0/0
Strength 12,1
Intelligence 51
Endurance 13,2
Control 46
Speed 10,1
Perception 42
Dexterity 11,1
Mentality 59
Luck 1
Recovery 1
Stat Points 35
Coins 50