NOVEL NEXT Chapter 144: Mr Peach!
Meanwhile, outside Adrian jumped down from the tree, landing with a little thud that made the leaves scatter.
He didn't even bother sneaking. He just ran straight to the goblins who were now calm and bored out of their skulls.
"What!""Who the hell!"
The two goblins immediately snapped alert, spears pointing at him like they had suddenly remembered they had a job.
But Adrian just grinned like a bastard. He was obviously stronger than the both of them and he knew it.
"Stupid fucks can't even do their job properly," he said, flashing a menacing smile that was basically an insult.
Twack.Thwack.
He smacked both goblins right on their heads, not hard enough to kill but hard enough to piss them off real bad. And oh boy did it work.
"Mother fucker!"
The first goblin slashed at him in pure rage, but Adrian just tilted out of the way like he was dancing. The second one tried too but Adrian twisted around like he was performing in some circus act just to mock them.
'Look at these clowns. You call this security.'
He laughed right in their faces.
"See how I get you both fired from your job he he he."
Then without any warning he sprinted straight for the secret door. The thing creaked open and he just vanished inside like smoke.
Both goblins froze on the spot, blinking at the door.
"What the fuck just happened."
"Where did that guy even come from."
They looked at the door again, then at each other, and the dread finally hit them like a club.
"We are cooked."
"Fuck let's catch him!"
And both of them bolted after him, already imagining how dead they were going to be if they let him escape.
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Back at the last room, things were escalating like a cheap tavern brawl.
The two goblins were now pushing at each other's shoulders, their foreheads almost colliding, while the rest of the crowd went crazy with full-on battle cheers like a drunken mob at a cockfight.
Rae sat on the edge, snickering at the sight.
'Man, they sure are entertaining.'
It was honestly a blessing they weren't half as intelligent as other races. If they were, he would've never had the pleasure of watching such free entertainment. Goblin soap opera at its finest.
But of course, no good show lasted too long.
The golden door suddenly hissed open with a grand noise, almost like it wanted to steal the spotlight.
"Oh my god Peach is here!"
"He's gonna whoop their asses!"
"Damn, it was getting interesting!"
The cheers turned into gasps and murmurs. Rae frowned at the sudden intruder. He had to hop a little just to see who this so-called Peach was.
On the upper floors, he had heard the tough guys swearing to beat this Peach into paste. But here, on this floor, these meathead goblins were actually trembling at the sound of his name.
'What the fuck is going on.'
Rae hopped once more, then twice, still couldn't see. On his third hop, finally, the crowd parted just enough. He caught sight of the Peach.
He froze mid-bounce. His grin died. His face twisted into a scowl. Then he spat on the ground, disgust dripping off the gesture.
The man Rae finally laid eyes on looked like some knockoff Bilbo Baggins you'd find in a back-alley thrift shop. Discount version at best. He was small, human-sized, shoulders hunched forward like he carried invisible sacks of regret, and his hands kept rubbing together nonstop. His fingers twitched like he had been stuck in that one weird habit for years, like a broken puppet wound too tight.
His ears were normal. Human. His eyes too—just plain, boring human eyes. Skin tone? Same. Human…like.
'Wait a fucking minute!'
Rae hopped again, his head bobbing above the goblin crowd like some manic jack-in-the-box. He blinked hard to make sure his eyes weren't lying. Nope. No trick. No illusion. This so-called Peach guy was a full-blown human standing there with the swagger of someone who thought he owned the place.
'What is going on.'
On the side, Melissa's whole body stiffened. Her face twisted, confusion spreading like a storm cloud. She knew goblins kidnapped humans, sure—dragged them off to torture, to breed, to force darkness ore out of them until they dropped dead. But never, not once, had she thought a human would be standing here on the wrong side of the fence. Working with goblins. Acting like he belonged.
Her eyes burned hot with anger, practically glowing. Her fingers twitched against her bowstring. He was right there. Right in her line of sight. All it would take was a single arrow, one clean shot, and this Peach would be history.
There was no Rae beside her this time to hold her hand back.
'Why. Why are you helping them.'
Melissa's chest heaved once, her fingers tense on the bowstring. For one burning second, she actually wanted to let it loose and watch the arrow plant itself right between his smug human eyes.
But after a long, steady breath, she let the tension bleed out of her shoulders.
'Just like he said. Not worth it right now.'
Yeah. Not yet.
Meanwhile Rae was losing it. His little goblin face was scrunched up like he'd just eaten a lemon dipped in piss.
'Fucking bastard. Helping these smelly bastards like he's one of them.'
Obviously, Rae didn't count himself in that insult. He might have had the green skin and the stubby legs, but in his heart he was still a premium-grade human being. At least in spirit. Body? Eh, work in progress.
'Whatever. Let's see what this Peach guy's got.'
Sure, he was pissed, but curiosity was gnawing at him too.
'Also, who the hell names a guy Peach. What's up with these goblin names.'
Rae rubbed his temple like it was somehow the naming committee's fault.
'Rampage. Gear. Now Peach. It's like someone's pulling random words out of a hat. At least me and a few others have decent names.'
But still, it made him think. There had to be some logic to it. Right?
'Hmm. Only the untamed goblins have these ridiculous asswipe names. Hmmm…'
Rae's big brain started cranking, gears spinning, theories forming—then his train of thought derailed spectacularly when his dong suddenly stood to full attention like it was saluting the commander.
?!
'What the fuck!'
Rae practically jumped out of his green skin.
While he was still tweaking and pacing like a drugged-up squirrel, Peach's arrival shut the entire arena down in an instant.
Silence.
Except, of course, for the two goblins still screaming at each other like feral raccoons fighting over a trash can.
The rest of the goblins got the message real quick.
They clamped their mouths shut and scooted back like someone had just thrown a holy water balloon into the middle of them.
Nobody wanted Peach's attention. Peach's wrath was a whole other category of nightmare.
Even the traitor human—yeah, the guy who looked less like a soldier and more like some meth-head professor cooking goblin drugs in a cave—turned his head toward the noise.
The other goblins scrambled out of the way, clearing a perfect little aisle for him like he was some evil celebrity on a red carpet.
He adjusted his glasses like a villain in an anime, then, very casually, reached behind him.
And pulled out… a freaking tablet.
Rae blinked.
Then the guy's twitchy scientist hands went tap-tap-tap like he was ordering food online.
One second later—zap!
The two goblins convulsed like someone had shoved live wires straight up their asses.
Actually, correction: that's exactly what it looked like.
They shook, they twitched, they foamed at the mouth, and by the time it was over, they were flat on the floor, drooling like broken drinking fountains.
And then—silence again.
You could hear a pin drop. Or, in Rae's case, his balls drop from sheer shock.
'What the fuck is that thing?!'
Rae was now crouched in front of the tablet like a caveman who had just discovered fire.
He had sprinted over to Peach without even realizing it, eyes wide, practically licking the damn thing with his stare.
This was no ordinary gadget.
This was god-tier.
A divine artifact forged by the gods of goblin control themselves.
A single press of a button and every goblin in the room could be face-down, ass-up, twitching like they'd just been struck by horny lightning.
'WOW! I want that! I want it so bad!'
His eyes sparkled with greed.
He was practically vibrating now, not because of fear, but because of how much he wanted to zap someone with that thing.
Peach slowly raised his head, glaring around at everyone.
"Don't make me come there! You heard me! Don't make me come there! You heard me!"
He repeated it, voice echoing, like some unholy parent yelling at a room full of naughty kids.
Rae really was fascinated by the tablet. He doesn't know how this works, but somehow it was calling for absolute submission from the muscle head goblins in this room.
'So, realistically, if I have this thing, it could make this operation very simple, huh?'