Book 11: Chapter 13: Second and Third Time Around

I died two more times after that.

So its a total of three times including when I requested Soryuu-sama to kill me.

On my second transmigration, I became a beastkin lad.

It was a wolf-type beastkins body, just barely of adult age. As for the era, it was around 1000 years before my original period of time.

I was told that I would be able to return to my previous time If the curse is broken, so I decided to master this beastkin body even if its just for a bit.

Thats when I realized how being a beastkin was so good it should be illegal.

If we compared the status of a beastkin to that of a human, its as if they were already clad in a magic suit from the moment they were born.

If they became a tad serious about it, theyd be able to move at an unimaginable speed. Even their brute strength was leagues apart from that of a human.

Its only natural that there were only a few beastkin that considered relying on magic.

Vestier, the kingdom of the beastkin, held tournaments that tested strength.

I participated in various tournaments, and I won every single time. Its because I used the magic suit for a bit, and Im also used to fighting at high speed.

All those easy victories climbed to my head.

I caught the beastkin kings eye of this era because of that.

You seem pretty strong, arent you? Why dont we battle to death, the two of us, huh.

The guy who said that seemed familiar.

He was the Person who attained divinity later on.

Hes Martial God-sama.

Known as the strongest person in the history of beastkin.

Its only natural that I wouldnt be able to win against him. We battled it out for three days straight, until I ran out of strength.

It wasnt that scary when I died because I was exhausted. I had been fighting all the while, and it was too exhilarating that I didnt even notice how fatigued I was.

Still, it had been a lot of fun.

Im going to have a rematch with Martial God when I return to my original era.

Im gonna win next time, thats for sure!!

I was a goblin for my third reincarnation.

A typical monster that brought disasters among the humans.

Information was hard to come by, so I didnt have any idea what era I was in.

I belonged to a tribe of goblins with around 30 members, and we lived by hunting in the forest with our comrades.

Because I became a goblin, eating raw monster flesh wasnt a big deal to me, and I was completely fine with it.

However, I probably wont be able to slay any goblins after this the longer I stay here. I had come to think of goblins as good guys because they had been sharing their food with me.

Besides, the tribe had staked their territory deep within the forest, and they didnt bring any harm to the people.

I even saved one of my comrades when he was attacked by a Greybear, a bear type monster. Because of that incident, I became the leader figure of the goblins.

Notwithstanding they were goblins, it still felt nice being relied on by your comrades.

Thats why I felt I wouldnt be able to slay any goblins from now on if I were to stay any longer here.

I should hurry up and get myself discovered by an adventurer and had myself killed.

One day

One of my comrades attacked a human lass.

No, stop!

The lass that had been dragged in front of me cried.

She mustve resisted. Her clothes were tattered, and blood flowed from her hands and feet.

She was extremely attractive.

My instinct told me to ravish her.

I was actually about to assault her.

If the tribe got a prey, the boss would be the first one to eat.

Thats the trait of the goblins.

If the boss didnt trust his subordinates, then they would make a move on the prey themselves, but my tribe wasnt like that.

They brought the lass to me without touching her at all.

If I gave the subordinate goblin who abducted the lass a piece of greybear meat, the responsibility for the lass would be mine.

This thing was mine.

Normal goblins couldnt defeat the huge greybears. I had evolved into a Goblin Fighter without noticing it.

Goblin Fighters were monsters that only adventurers ranked D and up could defeat. Theres no way a mere lass could resist the strength of monster like that.

I pinned both of the girls hands with one of my own, then run my other hand and tongue over her body.

I never thought of making her feel pleasure.

It was fine as long as I felt good.

Just when I tore her clothes off and was about to deflower her, the girl asked for help in a voice that was barely audible.

Hero-sama, save me

was what she said.

I regained my sanity when I heard that.

I threw her clothes back, then signaled to my comrades not to touch her.

My plan was to let her escape from this lair.

However, the others were aroused while looking at the female.

Their instincts as monsters started to kick in, and I could no longer control them.

If youre not gonna violate her, then hand her over.

They threatened me.

The goblins that I protected were now pointing their weapons at me.

I see

These guys really are monsters.

They are mans enemy.

I annihilated the entirety of the goblins while protecting the girl.

There was an overwhelming difference between an ordinary goblin and a goblin fighter. It was a piece of cake.

The comrades whom I went through thick and thin had been massacred and torn to bits by me, and I didnt leave a single one alive.

When the goblins started to gang up on me, I roared at them as a threat. The girl fainted at that time, so she didnt see me go on a rampage.

Even if they were monsters, it was a silver lining that she didnt have to witness living things being shredded in front of her.

I held the unconscious girl in my arms and left the lair where I lived for a time.

We were deep into the forest where monsters lived.

I had to bring her to a town where humans lived, or else the other monsters would attack her.

I scared her.

My comrades hurted her.

Thats why I had to return this child safely.

I resolved to do that as I made my way to the forest.

However, that role ended faster than I thought.

So the goblin who abducted this girl is a fighter.

I heard someone speak behind me.

At that instant, my head fell on the ground.

I saw the face of the man who took the girl and gently lifted her up as my body also fell.

I see.

The hero who rescued this girl was you.

The black haired, black eyed hero who lopped my head off was standing there.

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