Kapitel 2: Chapter 2

"-lot" *ZZZZTRRRZT* (F4 synth teleportation).

I appeared on a plain of beautiful green grass and flowers, I looked around me finding nothing remotely out of logic.

'Okay so I am in this place right . . . This other world, nothing weird for now-' *PANNG* "HARG FUCK THAT HURT-" Memories of the gacha technics fall in my head and sew itself in it without it feeling weird, then i feel my body twitch and squirm like a worm and I begin to feel like ants crawling all over my body.

Without the time for me to take in what's happening the bottle of elixir i won from the gacha fall from the sky and bash the crown of my head making me faint, i fall then on the floor like the famous meme of the bread falling on the table but on my back, the bottled elixir bounce then on my head uncork itself go in my mouth after a weird ball fall in it too and then begin to unfill. I hear a beeping sound before I'm totally out.

Some time later -

'Urg fuck my head killing me. . . why its so dark here . . .What that smell ?! And WHY I CAN'T MOVE ?! MOVE YOU BITCH WHAT IS HAPPENING !' I begin to get scared then *DING* a Windows sound came to my ear and a translucent google doc type window filled my 'eyes' and writing began to fill the space.

Not a System first launch . . .

Not a System Status Window pending of data . . .

Not a System Data intake finished . . .

. . . .

Not a System Status Window creation complete. Now shown.

Not a System :

Name : UNKNOWN

Age : 18

Physical Aspect : Superhuman(low) —> Apprentice Warrior

Aura : Beginner manipulator

Magicka : Apprentice User

Special :

The Starlight eyes

Special Unlimited Limited Subspace 30m²

Gachas Martial Art : - Tiger's Roar Fury - Titan's Wrath - Prism Step -

Apprentice Follower of the Divine of Health*

*Apprentice level healing magic with attunement to Divine magic

NOTE/ As strong as a village Soldier without battle awareness/experience.

Endnote/ Train and hard because you're as useless as a gun without a bullet. At least you won't die immediately.

. . .

Not a System bank of knowledge initialized. . .

To unlock knowledge. . . Read and learn.

'Cool but that doesn't help right now what's happening really the smell here is . . . horrendous. . .' Little by little strength return to my body enough that I loosen and tear a bit what constrict me, one of my hand get out of it and I immediately rip what blocking my view, and in front of me Girls and younger one which each are pregnant if what their bellies me, each of them are naked bruised, scared and bleeding. . . They feel dead but I see them breathing. The scene makes me want to throw up. I free myself with fast movement but while putting my hand on the box next to me to help me get up I see inside a man's face looking back at me with blood on it. Scaring me I punched it and it flew all the way to the other end of what I now take in a cave. It didn't take a genius to understand what was happening, I was in a 'Food' storage if all the corpses on primitive wooden shelves showed us. And in front of it women probably slave or baby maker for weird barbaric cannibalistic and evil worshipers who reside here.

*Pat pat pat*

I hear soft footsteps coming behind me and I'm now face to face with a group of five green ugly things and another taller, wider and greener one.

'I'M IN A FUCKING GOBLIN DEN YOU F-'

They all shouted and ran toward me.

In the dark and foreboding cave, my heart pounded in my chest as the goblins charged towards me, their grotesque forms illuminated by the flickering torchlight. Adrenaline surged through my veins, pushing aside the pain in my head and the overwhelming stench of death that hung in the air. With a resolute expression, I braced myself for the onslaught.

The first goblin lunged at me with a crude, jagged blade, its eyes gleaming with a malevolent hunger. Reacting on instinct, I sidestepped its attack and delivered a powerful punch to its gut. The goblin doubled over, gasping for breath, as I followed up with a swift knee to its face, sending it crashing to the ground.

But there was no time to revel in my small victory. Four more goblins closed in, their weapons raised and ready to strike. I moved with newfound agility, my muscles responding to the "Tiger's Roar Fury" martial art techniques embedded in my mind. I weaved and dodged, evading their strikes while countering with calculated punches and kicks.

My movements were still somewhat clumsy, lacking the finesse of a seasoned fighter, but the power behind my blows was undeniable. My fists connected with bone and flesh, and each impact sent shockwaves of pain through my arms. The goblins shrieked and snarled as they suffered the consequences of their ill-fated attack.

One particularly large goblin swung a makeshift club in my direction. I ducked under the swing and drove my elbow into its side, using the momentum to spin around and deliver a roundhouse kick that sent it crashing into its companions. The cacophony of battle roared around me, each clash of metal against metal and thud of flesh against flesh resonating through the cavern.

Despite my efforts, fatigue began to creep in. My muscles burned, and the sharp sting of cuts and bruises littered my body. Yet, as I focused on the rhythm of battle, something within me shifted. The "Prism Step" technique I had obtained from the gacha sparked to life in my mind. An idea formed as I spotted a patch of light filtering through a crack in the cave ceiling.

With a burst of determination, I timed my movements precisely, stepping into the path of the light and using its angle to my advantage. The goblins' attacks met only empty air as I blurred and teleported, leaving behind illusory afterimages that confounded my enemies. The confusion in their eyes was evident, and I seized the opportunity to strike with renewed vigor.

Goblins fell left and right as I executed a series of lightning-fast strikes, my movements becoming a blur as I utilized the radiant power of the technique. The echoes of their cries mingled with the sound of my breathing as I moved with an otherworldly grace, each movement calculated to disorient and incapacitate.

Finally, the last goblin lay defeated at my feet. I stood amidst the wreckage of the battle, chest heaving and sweat-soaked, my hands still poised for combat. The air was thick with tension and the acrid scent of blood, but there was a newfound sense of quietude that settled over the cave.

I surveyed the aftermath of the battle, taking a moment to catch my breath. The bodies of defeated goblins lay strewn across the cave floor, a grim reminder of the brutality that had taken place within these confines. The stench of blood and decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the flickering torchlight that cast eerie shadows on the walls.

Gritting my teeth against the throbbing pain in my head, I knew that my next course of action was clear—search the cave for any signs of additional threats or hidden treasures. My gaze wandered across the cavern's expanse, settling on a dark corridor that led deeper into the unknown. With a determined sigh, I set off in that direction, cautious yet resolute.

As I ventured further into the cave, the walls seemed to close in around me, the air growing colder and damp. The distant echoes of dripping water and the occasional scuttle of unseen creatures heightened my senses, reminding me that danger could lurk around any corner. My hand instinctively gripped the hilt of my makeshift weapon, prepared for whatever might come my way.

A faint light glimmered in the distance, drawing me closer to a chamber that seemed to serve as a crude goblin dwelling. Stacks of stolen goods—rusted weapons, tarnished trinkets, and worn garments—were piled haphazardly against the walls. It was clear that these goblins were opportunistic thieves, hoarding whatever they could pilfer from unfortunate victims.

However, my attention was quickly drawn to a chest in the center of the room. It was crudely constructed, but its iron clasps hinted at the possibility of valuable contents within. My heart raced with anticipation as I approached the chest, fingers trembling as I carefully unlatched the locks. With a soft creak, the lid swung open, revealing a glint of gold and gemstones mixed with other things.

My eyes widened as I beheld the treasure nestled within—coins of various sizes, sparkling jewels, and intricately carved pendants. It was a cache of wealth that had been plundered from countless victims, and now, fate had led me to this discovery. My hands trembled as I carefully gathered the items into a sack, ensuring that they would be used to aid my escape and protect the women I had encountered earlier.

With the sack filled to the brim, a thought occurred to me. Slowly and deliberately, I extended my hand towards the sack, invoking the power of my "Unlimited Limited Subspace." With a flicker of light and a subtle shifting of space, the sack vanished from my hand, stored safely within the confines of my magical pocket dimension.

Satisfied that the loot was secured, I turned to leave the chamber. However, as I approached the entrance, I was met with a scene that left my heart heavy with sorrow. The women I had rescued huddled together, their wide eyes filled with a mix of terror and disbelief. Their frail forms shook with fear, their faces stained with tears and dirt.

I realized that my appearance, covered in blood and wielding a weapon, was likely the source of their distress. I wanted to offer them comfort, to assure them that I was not their enemy, but the weight of their trauma was undeniable. My presence, even in the role of a savior, was a reminder of the horrors they had endured.

With a gentle nod, I retreated to the shadows of the cave, giving the women space and time to process their emotions. I knew that there was much to explain, but words alone would not erase their memories of captivity and brutality.

With a gentle nod and a warm smile, I invoked the Divine healing magic that had come to me through the Gachas. Drawing upon the energy of the Divine of Health, I channeled a soothing and radiant light that enveloped the women. Carefully and deliberately, I directed the healing energies towards their wounds, bruises, and fatigue. The warm light seemed to embrace them, bringing comfort and relief as their injuries began to mend.

As the healing energies flowed, I combined my newfound mastery of the Tiger's Roar Fury martial art with the Divine magic. The combination of the two allowed me to create a harmonious blend of physical and spiritual healing. It was as if the very essence of the Divine's benevolence was being channeled through my hands, infusing the women with renewed strength and vitality.

One by one, I moved among them, my touch gentle and my intentions pure. The warmth of the healing light illuminated their faces, easing their pain and fear. Gradually, their trembling forms began to relax, and the tension that had gripped their bodies began to dissipate. I could feel the connection forming between us—a bond forged in shared suffering and newfound hope.

After tending to their injuries, I turned my focus inward, allowing the healing energies to mend my own wounds. The aches and pains that had plagued me from the battle gradually faded away, replaced by a sensation of renewal and vigor. As the Divine magic worked its wonders, I felt a surge of gratitude for the abilities I had gained from the Gachas—a gift that had not only saved my life but had also allowed me to be a source of salvation for these women.

With the healing process complete, I met their eyes with a reassuring gaze. "Have you recovered enough?" I inquired softly, my voice carrying a warmth and sincerity that I hoped would ease their lingering trepidation. "Let's get out of here, away from this hell."

Their eyes held a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty, a silent testament to the horrors they had endured. Yet, as I extended a hand to help them rise, their hesitant smiles hinted at a newfound glimmer of hope. Slowly, they gathered their strength and stood, leaning on each other for support.

Together, we moved towards the cave entrance, the torchlight flickering against the walls as we retraced our steps. The sounds of dripping water and distant echoes seemed less foreboding now, as if the weight of our shared experience had imbued this place with a sense of resilience and triumph.

As we stood outside the cave, the women taking in the fresh air and the warmth of the sun, I turned to them with a gentle expression. "Are you feeling better now?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.

One of the women, her eyes still carrying a glint of fear, nodded hesitantly. "Yes, thank you," she replied softly. Her voice trembled slightly, but there was a newfound strength in her words.

I smiled warmly at them. "I'm glad to hear that. Now, I have a few questions. Do any of you know where we are? And if you do, could you tell me the closest place we can go to find civilization and safety?"

The women exchanged uncertain glances, their eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. After a moment, one of them stepped forward, her gaze meeting mine. She seemed to be the oldest among them, her eyes carrying a depth of experience and resilience.

"We were taken from our village," she began, her voice steady. "It's a few days' journey from here. It's a small village called Elenwood, nestled at the edge of the Valeria Forest. We were captured while gathering herbs in the woods."

Elenwood. Valeria Forest. The names resonated in my mind as I listened intently. I nodded, acknowledging the information. "Thank you for sharing that. If Elenwood is the closest place to here, then that's where we'll go."

The women's expressions brightened, a glimmer of hope returning to their eyes. "Elenwood is a peaceful village," the woman continued. "We can find help there, and they will welcome us back."

"Then Elenwood it is," I affirmed with determination. "We'll make our way there together. But first, let's distance ourselves from this shit place."

With a collective agreement, we began to move away from the goblin den.