[The Cursed Goblin Pill [S] effects have ended…]
[You have died…]
[You are reborn…]
"Huh?", Captain Yeol Park could not believe his eyes
Yet, if there was something he could hold as the absolute truth, it was undoubtedly the 'system'. Nobody truly knew where it came from, but all hunters shared it. As if life on Albion had become a game, hunters could view their status window. They could level up from killing monsters, and they could grow their attributes by doing so, or by training.
When they would look at an item, they could appraise it, provided that it was not a magical item.
When they took a potion, the effects would be logged in the system.
That's why he could not believe his eyes.
As a Lv. 31 Warrior, there was no way he could have taken down a Lv. 43 Necromancer rookie, and their teammates. Not to mentioned injured, he would not have been able to do it with the best pills on the market.
This was how wide the differences between the C-rank realm and the B-rank realm were.
But…seeing that the pill was of S-rank, something he could not have guessed, it was within the realm of reality.
It's not like he had not tried to appraise it. But you needed an S-rank appraiser to appraise S-rank items. The highest he had gone to was a C-rank appraiser. After all, those with appraisal skills were making others pay a fortune to appraise magical items. As someone broke, he would not have been able to appraise the pill even if he had saved for a decade.
The reason why he could not believe his eyes was the fact that he was still alive.
A pill capable of raising strength by several fold was unbelievably rare…At least, none of the alchemists on Albion could manufacture such a prototype. But it was still possible. Maybe some of the strongest pills, if taken in a specific order, could achieve a result similar to it.
However, a pill capable of saving one's life?
Not heal, but make someone reborn?
Now that was real fantasy.
However, as he tried to stand up, he realised something wrong.
The trees looked awfully big. Around him, he could sense movements too.
Quickly, he assessed the situation.
[Gobnir – Lv. 3 Goblin]
[Kareuth – Lv. 1 Goblin]
[Torieuth – Lv. 2 Goblin]
Looking at his own hands, he realised something very frightening. These were not hands that belonged to a human. They were claws, with only four appendages.
As if he wanted confirmation, he muttered: 'Status Window'
[Name – Gurk (Yeol Park) | Lv. 2 Goblin (20 / 50 EXP) [E]
Attributes:
Strength – 4 | Agility – 5 | Vitality – 4
Perception – 4 | Mana – 2 | Charisma – 2
Perks: Goblin Eyes (Nocturnal Vision) [E], Wilderness Instinct [E]
Skills: ø]
That was the only thing he needed.
He was a mere goblin.
Not a human, but a monster. A member of the infamous, most despicable species of all: a goblin.
He was not even reborn as a strong goblin.
He was reborn as a Lv. 2 goblin.
He did not even have a class.
His heart elevated. His breath became rougher.
He could not believe it, yet the system said so.
There was no hope, no return possible to civilisation.
It is not like he was of the elven race, capable of seducing any hunter that came by with their innate charisma and gentle nature.
He was a member of the worst species, known for its cowardly attitude and its evil nature.
However, for some reason, he could not help but smile.
On Albion, nobody would have mourned his death. Those he cherished were already dead. As for family? They had died to a gate overflow already. He had no one left.
So what if he had been reborn as a goblin?
At least, he was alive. This is all that mattered.