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... head at Yechan’s trembling voice.

“…I wouldn’t know. It’s my first time seeing goblins up close too.”

Despite the somewhat silly conversation, there wasn’t a trace of laughter on their faces.

The reality of a two-meter-tall goblin standing right in front of them, whether a figment of their imagination or not, was undeniable.

And not only was it towering in height, but its arms were massive with muscles and veins protruding prominently. The armor covering its head, ...

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