Having managed to stand their ground for quite a while now, the Goblins' confidence was at an all-time high.
A Gray Wolf snapped its jaws, and the Goblins thrust their spears at once.
A painful whimper echoed, sending shivers down the rest of the Gray Wolves' spines.
Their eyes narrowed.
There was no way for them to win by continuing with the same approach.
All had to attack at once in order to stand a chance and earn a great feast. The three Gray Wolves realized this at once.
'Let's see how this goes.' Amon thought to himself, clearly amused by the situation.
The three Gray Wolves leaped at once, each coming at the group of Goblins from a different direction.
The first Goblin thrusted its spear, but the Gray Wolf was quick enough to swing its paw with perfect timing, causing the hit to miss completely.
The Goblin was shoved, and its back hit the ground immediately as it shrieked, the trembling muscles of its arms struggled against the Gray Wolf's weight. The latter growled as its fangs slowly approached the Goblin's neck.
The second Goblin immediately took a defensive posture, holding the spear horizontally to protect itself against the Gray Wolf's advance. It shoved the spear's handle between the Beast's jaws. It only took a moment for this Goblin's back to hit the ground as well.
The third Goblin's spear wounded the third and last attacking Gray Wolf. Unfortunately, it was only a graze, something that the Goblin realized too late. The deadly fangs reached the Goblin's neck, swiftly ending its life.
While one Goblin had been defeated, the Gray Wolf had no time to rejoice. Before it could even raise its snout away from the third Goblin's bloody neck, a spear thrust went through its torso.
'If things go well, only one will remain.' Amon thought to himself as he watched.
And things did go well.
The only free Goblin managed to fatally wound the remaining Gray Wolves, but not before their fangs could reach the pinned-down Goblins.
In the end, only one Goblin remained.
One Muscular Goblin.
'Alright.'
Amon took a deep breath and started moving forward.
With his Disappearance Skill on Cooldown, he had no choice but to fight the Muscular Goblin head-on.
He ran towards the Muscular Goblin that was facing away from him.
Once the distance was closed, the Muscular Goblin started turning around and,
"Fuck…" Amon cursed under his breath.
"Hm." The Muscular Goblin groaned and let out a sigh of relief upon realizing that it was just another Goblin from the same tribe that had been approaching. "Thankfully I managed to-"
The Muscular Goblin's mind froze as its spear was snatched from its hands.
"What are you doing?"
Amon didn't answer the question.
Instead, he threw the spear as far away as he could before taking both sharpened horns into his hands.
The Muscular Goblin's confusion grew, but it still had the presence of mind to dodge Amon's attack.
"What…?"
The Muscular Goblin's eyes widened as it realized.
A second later, its eyes narrowed as internal rage started bubbling within.
'He's trying to kill me so that the Chief will think that all these Gray Wolves were thanks to him…' The Muscular Goblin gritted its teeth. 'He wants to take the female from me!'
Holding both sharpened horns above, Amon ran towards the Muscular Goblin, determined to pierce its chest with both weapons.
"Bring it on!" The Muscular Goblin shouted as it ran forward to meet Amon's attack. "Ha! I got you!"
Amon gritted his teeth, but there was no winning in a contest of strength.
The Muscular Goblin's Strength Stat was much higher.
It had grabbed both of Amon's wrists, and the latter was completely unable to free himself.
"Ugh…!"
The Muscular Goblin started exerting more power. Soon, Amon found himself with his back arched. It wouldn't take long for him to lose his balance and fall to the ground. In a couple of seconds, the Muscular Goblin would have Amon pinned down in the same way the Gray Wolves had pinned the last few Goblins moments ago.
"I'm going to bring you to the ground and kill you! The female is mine! I will be the one to impregnate her after the Chief! Ha! I will be thinking about you while I make her moan and scream and fill her with my-"
The Muscular Goblin's words trailed off. Its lips curled upwards.
'Going for a headbutt? Bring it on-'
It wasn't a headbutt.
The pressure around Amon's wrists slowly weakened, and the Muscular Goblin fell to the ground.
'You said eating was one way of getting Evolution Points as well, right?' Amon chuckled internally, a large portion of the Muscular Goblin's neck resting between his jaws, between his Black Wolf's Fangs.
He raised his chin, and swallowed.
"As I thought," Amon smiled as he looked around him. "These Fangs will be useful against humanoid enemies."
Amon frowned a moment later while staring at the corpses around him.
"Tastes gross though."
***
"Hey! Time to head back. The sun is setting." A Goblin shouted.
Amon slowly turned around.
"Ha… You're going back empty-handed. Too bad for you, loser!" The Goblin chuckled as it raised a dead Horned Hare into the air.
Because of how cold Amon's gaze was, the Goblin's smile quickly disappeared from its face.
It coughed, and started running towards the village.
Amon noted the direction that the Goblin had taken.
He went back to staring at the floating System Message in front of him.
[Please choose one of the following Evolutions:
1-Gray Wolf[F Rank]
2- Muscular Goblin[E- Rank]
3- Agile Goblin[E- Rank]
4- Goblin Scout[E- Rank]
5-Goblin Warrior[E- Rank]
6-Goblin Chief[E Rank]
7-Black Wolf[E Rank]
]
'I can Evolve into a Black Wolf? Ha! That would be fun. Unfortunately, it wouldn't make much sense for me.'
Amon scratched his chin for a moment.
'As a Goblin Chief, I would gain a Mana Stat and the ability to use Magic. Would be a bit weird though. There's only one Goblin Chief in the village. Showing up like that, they might think that I come form another tribe. I'd rather skip unnecessary trouble-''
His ears suddenly twitched, and Amon turned around.
'Another Black Wolf.' He noted.
Another System message appeared, causing his eyes to start brimming.
[An Eighth Evolution Choice is nearly available!]
'Aha!' Amon's lips curled upwards. 'In that case,' He placed the sharpened horns in the piece of cloth around his waist, stared at the abandoned spears, then took hold of the one that seemed to be in the best condition.
[Your "Disappearance" Skill is no longer on Cooldown!]
'Let's get that Black Wolf,' Amon started running as he chuckled. 'As well as something to bring our dear, dear Chief!'