Chapter 4

Krystian looked around at his surroundings and concluded that either he had been transported inside some random building, or he now had a serious problem.

The ground was sticky; the texture of the flat surface resembled limestone rock that had been covered with moss for a long time, and it had been raining in recent days. As a result, the surface was not even stable enough. To take the next steps without caution.

When Krystian crouched down and touched a mossy flat surface with his index finger, the top layer of moss and mold left an intense green stain on the tip of his finger.

(Krystian)-Good thing I'm not wearing a straitjacket anymore... Not only would it be uncomfortable, but if I came out of the toilet covered in red and green, they might ask questions. Even if I have my period and diarrhea at the same time, it would be difficult to explain... Hahaha... Never mind... Nevertheless, the Arkham Style Premium prison suit in a beautiful light orange color is not suitable for combat... The material gets dirty quickly. So... little pervert warrior... Time to get naked,but I'll leave my panties on.

Then Krystian took off his long orange pants and, holding the said clothes in his left hand, removed his orange shirt. By properly arranging the removed clothes, he made a makeshift bag. 

the trouser legs were used as a sash running from the right shoulder to the left hip. And the shirt that had been taken off moments earlier was tied in an appropriate way to serve as an improvised backpack if necessary.

  Krystian didn't plan to keep anything there, but arranging the clothes this way increased the chances of returning with relatively clean clothes. And if necessary, Krystian planned to hang the clothes on the wall torches. The torches were placed at face height, every 4 meters, and only every other torch was lit, so the atmosphere in this corridor was a bit spooky.

The style of the walls reminded him of medieval stone walls, or simply put, regular walls. The surface texture resembled curved rectangular stone bricks. However, instead of cement, between the rectangular blocks, there was only moss, perfectly taking the place of the cement. This made the walls look quite peculiar and gave the place the atmosphere of an old tomb. The ceiling had the same texture as the floor, but drops of water dripped from it from time to time, as if some moisture was accumulating above them.

Krystian found himself in a cul-de-sac and behind him, there was only a wall with one extinguished torch.. In front of him, he could see a small section of corridor that led to a sharp turn to both the left and right. As he listened to his surroundings, apart from the water drops, he heard footsteps. They were quite peculiar, as if the steps did not belong to a person of normal adult weight, but rather resembled the footsteps of a child or a sick individual with dangerously low weight.

He also heard breathing, heavy and oddly pronounced. It sounded as if the person making the sound had been very thirsty moments earlier, which made their mouth really wet. As a result, the breath contained a softer sound... Krystian didn't know what it was, but he was certain that he was currently in danger and needed to search for a weapon or an item that could be used offensively.

(Krystian)-hmmm....This will have to do... hopefully it's undead or something that moves slowly and won't come at me while I try to yank it out of the wall.

The only thing within sight that he could use for defense was a torch. The torch was extinguished, so there was no risk of burns. The torch itself looked more like a cudgel, about half the size of a whole arm, with a piece of expired material at the end. The torch was placed in a metal stand, which, unfortunately for him, had a metal ring firmly attached to the central part of the torch. However, with no other options, Krystian began trying to remove the torch from the stand by pushing it upwards to push it out of the steel ring.

The torch was making really loud noises because the stand itself was loosening along with the torch. So the sound of metal scraping against solid brick was still quite loud despite his efforts. And the sound coming from the corridor became more violent.

>Grarrr...

As Krystian was about to remove the previously mentioned item from the rack, a growl reached his ears from behind, much louder than he had hoped to hear. When he turned around, he saw a small green humanoid creature standing at the beginning of the corridor section surrounding him.

The creature in question was indeed quite small, which significantly improved Krystian's mood. The little green creature stood at less than 1 meter tall. Its body clearly indicated that it belonged to the weakest representatives of the greenskin race, with the simple name "Goblin." The creature's arms, body, legs, and even its ugly face appeared emaciated. Despite its hunched figure, Krystian could see most of the major bones on the monster's body. Moreover, the goblin didn't even have a weapon, although its hands revealed very long and sharp nails.

The creature's face was oddly small and round, with too long a mouth that the Joker would be jealous of, filled with a row of yellow teeth that were a bit too long. Long ears the size of a face and a perfectly bald green head really gave the monster a grotesque appearance.

(Krystian)-And I was afraid that I would have to fight some zombie... Hehe... It would be easier than taking candy from a child and eating it in front of him... Well, no exaggeration, I don't like candy that much... You you know something about it. Looking at yours, green friend.

Then Krystian made a stronger push and the torch lowered the stand, and Krystian with a satisfied smile clutched the torches in his right hand, slowly turning towards the little Goblin.

For a short moment, Krystian and Goblin looked into each other's eyes. Interestingly, the Goblin had yellow eye whites and black pupils. Really cool, he really liked the creature's eyes...

(Krystian)-Come here, Dobby, the master will give you a sock... Haha...

(Goblin)-Grrarr....hagrr....

The goblin probably didn't understand Krystian's speech, but it instinctively picked up the sound coming from the man's mouth as provocations to attack. What surprised Krystian even more was the fact that the goblin didn't approach him in the most typical way. Instead, it moved more like a wild animal, using its arms as an extra pair of legs to run at a surprisingly fast pace. Goblin want a leaped two meters in front of body Krystian and he want landing on his chest and attempting to bite into his neck.

(Krystian)-Home run !!!!

However, Goblin's masters went to waste when, at the perfect moment, like a Beisoblist. Krystian struck straight at the Goblin's head. And due to the small weight of the monster's body, the Goblin flew onto the wall to the left of Krystian, leaving a red stain on several bricks.

After hitting the Goblin, Krystian started laughing, mumbling to himself that his result in the "Goblin push" was only 2 meters. But he still wants to continue training...

When he calmed down, Krystian approached the dying Goblin. As a result of the impact, his lower jaw was literally torn off and a large amount of blood flowed from inside the monster's mouth. But for some reason the Goblin still wasn't dead. Krystian truly realized that he had underestimated the little green monster's endurance before he had a sinister idea.

Krystian picked up the Goblin, grabbing him by the back of his neck, specifically the nape of his neck. And he stood up and held it at face level. And he saw perfectly well that the Goblin must have a minimum of intelligence, after all, he looked at him with pure hatred.

(Krystian)-My punch is powerful. I'm right, green friend... Jaw drops... Hahahaa....

(Krystian)-But don't worry, I have good news for you.... They say that Goblins like it rough... judging by hentai... So why don't you try "Deep Penetration"!!! hhahaahahah....

Saying the last part while laughing maniacally. Krystian pushed the Goblin onto a torch that was still burning nearby.

Krystian forcefully thrust torches into the Goblin's throat, pinning it against the wall with all his might. The goblin's demise came only when the torch pierced its heart, shattering bones and tearing apart the vital organ. Afterward, Krystian stood alone, his laughter echoing maniacally in the eerie corridor, his gaze truly maniacal.

As the Goblin disappeared, its vital organs destroyed, the monster's entire body turned into green smoke, leaving behind only a small purple crystal. This crystal was about the size of a ping pong ball and took the shape of a hexagonal prism. Its outer layer displayed shades of light purple, yet due to its slightly transparent nature, one could discern a deeper, dark blue interior. Krystian picked it up, still laughing, and a moment later, he headed further into the this strange place.