Special Chapter
The Night of the Greedy Goblin
The western province was proud.
And it had every reason to be.
Unlike other nations that still relied mostly on mages, knights, and heavy artillery, the west had advanced far beyond them.
They built mana constructs.
Machines powered by mana stones and spirit pearls.
Weapons carved with runic circuits capable of channeling magic with frightening precision.
Runic trains.
Mana powered surveillance towers.
Spirit powered security golems.
The entire province was a marvel of magical technology.
From the total population:
40% common citizens
20% under noble houses
40% researchers, engineers, media personnel, and intelligence workers
But that wasn't the full truth.
Because hidden beneath the shining surface of the province…
The underworld thrived.
Illegal rune experiments.
Assassin guilds.
Information brokers.
Black market weapon labs.
And among them all…
One name stood above the rest.
A man both feared and admired.
A thief.
An assassin.
A legend.
The Greedy Goblin.
The Challenge
The announcement exploded across the province like a bomb.
Every newspaper.
Every information network.
Every underworld messenger crow.
Every magical broadcast screen.
The same message appeared.
"Attention Western Province."
"Tonight."
"I will rob ten locations."
"Four museums."
"Two major banks."
"Two military intelligence chambers."
"And two noble houses."
"I will take something valuable from each place."
"If you wish to stop me…"
"Send your strongest."
"Especially you, General."
— Signed: The Greedy Goblin
The province erupted.
Military headquarters.
The general slammed his desk.
"That damn clown again?!"
A colonel growled.
"He robbed three treasury caravans last year."
Another officer added.
"And assassinated two intelligence officers."
The general's face darkened.
"Seal every location."
"Deploy mana constructs."
"Elite guards."
"Rune detection fields."
He crushed a glass in his hand.
"Tonight."
"We end him."
The Man Himself
Meanwhile…
Inside a quiet underground bar.
A man calmly sipped wine.
Black coat.
Perfectly tied tie.
A double faced demon mask covering his identity.
The Greedy Goblin looked up at the magical screen showing the news.
He chuckled.
"They're taking it seriously."
He raised his gloved hands.
His gloves were beautiful pieces of magical engineering.
Silver threads.
Ancient runes.
Teleport circles carved into the palms.
These gloves had three abilities.
Teleportation Clap
Whenever he clapped his hands, a rune circle activated, instantly teleporting him.
Superhuman Agility
The runes enhanced his reflexes and movement to monstrous levels.
Unknown Ability
Even the underworld didn't know the final power hidden in those gloves.
The Greedy Goblin finished his drink.
"Time to work."
Heist One
Museum of Ancient Blades
The museum was surrounded by guards.
Mana constructs stood like statues.
Rune sensors scanned the air.
Inside a glass chamber sat a legendary sword.
The Dragon Fang Saber.
The guards were relaxed.
After all…
Breaking into this place was impossible.
Then suddenly—
Clap.
A small rune circle flashed.
The Greedy Goblin appeared behind the display case.
He casually examined the sword.
"Nice craftsmanship."
Alarms suddenly screamed.
A guard turned around.
"What the—?!"
Before he could finish—
A card flew through the air.
Ace of Spades.
It embedded into the wall.
A rune circle activated.
The Greedy Goblin teleported instantly.
He appeared behind the guard.
Neck snap.
The body collapsed silently.
He grabbed the sword.
Then vanished again.
Heist Two
Museum of Royal Artifacts
This museum had magical barrier fields.
Rune lasers.
Spirit watchdogs.
The Goblin walked directly toward the entrance.
The guards shouted.
"Halt!"
He tossed three cards into the air.
They landed in a triangle.
Rune circles activated.
The Goblin teleported between them like lightning.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The guards were unconscious.
He stole a golden crown.
"Second item."
Heist Three
Museum of Magical Relics
This one had combat golems.
Massive constructs powered by spirit pearls.
As soon as he entered—
The golems activated.
Heavy footsteps shook the building.
The Goblin sighed.
"Alright…"
He clapped.
Teleport.
One golem swung.
Missed.
Teleport.
Another punch.
Missed again.
Teleport.
He appeared on the ceiling.
Then threw ten cards across the room.
They formed a star pattern.
He teleported across them like a phantom.
Each movement destroying a rune core.
The golems collapsed.
"Third item acquired."
Heist Four
Museum of Forbidden Magic
The most dangerous museum.
Inside were cursed artifacts.
He entered calmly.
Found a small black orb.
"Fourth."
Then left.
Heist Five
West Province Grand Bank
Massive vault.
Rune coded locks.
Mana cannons.
Inside the vault sat millions of gold coins.
The Goblin walked inside.
Then grabbed one coin.
He flipped it.
"Profit."
He left.
Heist Six
Merchant Alliance Bank
He stole a single mana crystal worth a fortune.
Then vanished.
Heist Seven
Military Intelligence Chamber
This was serious.
Elite soldiers.
High security.
As soon as he appeared—
They attacked.
Bullets.
Magic.
Explosions.
But the Goblin moved like a ghost.
Teleport.
Teleport.
Teleport.
He appeared behind the commander.
"Relax."
Snap.
He stole classified documents.
Heist Eight
Second Intelligence Chamber
Same story.
More chaos.
He stole a secret research file.
Heist Nine
Noble House Valerian
The guards didn't even see him.
He stole their family treasury gem.
Left a card.
Ace of Spades.
Heist Ten
Noble House Dragor
The most powerful noble family.
Hundreds of guards.
Mana cannons.
The Goblin appeared on the roof.
He looked down.
Then smiled.
"Last stop."
He clapped.
And disappeared.
The Confrontation
When he appeared again…
He was standing on the central clock tower of the western capital.
Wind blowing his coat.
Ten stolen items floating beside him.
Below him stood thousands of soldiers.
And one man.
The Military General of the West Province.
The general glared up.
"You've had your fun."
The Goblin bowed politely.
"Thank you for the hospitality."
The general drew his sword.
Mana lightning crackled across it.
"Tonight you die."
The Goblin laughed.
"General…"
He raised his hands.
Clapped.
But instead of teleporting…
A massive runic circle appeared across the sky.
The soldiers froze.
"What… is that?"
The Goblin's voice echoed.
"My third ability."
The runes glowed brighter.
Reality itself bent slightly.
Then he disappeared completely.
The items vanished too.
Only a single card floated down slowly.
The general caught it.
Ace of Spades.
And written on the back…
"Pleasure doing business."
Epilogue
The next morning.
Every newspaper printed the same headline.
"THE GREEDY GOBLIN ROBBED TEN LOCATIONS IN ONE NIGHT."
"THE MILITARY FAILED TO STOP HIM."
"THE WEST PROVINCE HUMILIATED."
Inside an unknown hideout.
The Greedy Goblin leaned back in his chair.
Gold coins everywhere.
He flipped the stolen coin from the bank again.
"Successful night."
He looked at the ten stolen items.
Then chuckled.
"You know…"
"I didn't even want these."
He threw them into a chest.
Then whispered quietly.
"I just wanted to see if they could stop me."
He flipped the coin again.
"Turns out…"
"They couldn't."