I'm not a Witcher anymore.

Before the first goblin had completely fallen...

Kevin had already drawn his longsword, drawing a trail of blood.

He turned around and, using the momentum, swung his sword fiercely!

The blade slashed deep into the upper body of another goblin, from its shoulder down to its chest, nearly splitting it in two.

The goblin let out a piercing scream, its body convulsing violently, and a large amount of blood gushed from its wounds.

A few seconds later, its body collapsed limply to the ground, its eyes glazed over, and it showed no signs of life.

Warm blood splattered on Kevin's face and clothes.

Thick liquid slid down his cheeks, mixed with sweat and dust, but instead of feeling nauseous, he felt unusually excited.

My heart is racing, my breathing is rapid, and adrenaline is surging through my bloodstream.

Kevin felt his body brimming with power, as if he could defeat any enemy in the world.

This was the moment he had been dreaming of!

The moment to become a hero!

He recalled the countless adventure stories he had heard since childhood...

A valiant knight, sword in hand, charged alone into the monster's lair, slaying countless evil creatures and ultimately rescuing the princess, earning glory and praise.

And now...

He is the protagonist of that story!

"Again! Anyone else?!"

Kevin shouted.

The longsword danced in his hand, its blade stained with blood, gleaming coldly in the firelight, like the legendary sword of a hero.

He was extremely excited, immersed in the thrill of battle.

"Hey, stop messing around like that, I can't help you anymore!"

Eileen clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the force.

She tried to break into the fray several times, but Kevin's chaotic and unpredictable attacks forced her to retreat, a feeling of frustration that made her grit her teeth in anger.

"No need," Kevin replied without turning his head, his voice filled with confidence and pride. "I'm enough on my own!"

The words had barely left his mouth...

A goblin screeched as it leaped over from the side.

It held a rusty dagger in its hand.

Kevin snorted coldly and thrust out his sword without hesitation!

The blade struck the goblin squarely in the chest, piercing deep into it.

But to Kevin's surprise...

This sword strike did not kill instantly like before.

The blade of the longsword was stained with blood, grease, and bone fragments, and its surface was covered with sticky grime, making it dull and no longer sharp.

Although it struck a vital spot, the viscous grease caused the sword tip to slide across the thick flesh, ultimately only awkwardly wedged between the ribs, failing to pierce the heart as he had anticipated.

The goblin let out a painful scream, but it wasn't dead yet!

Its eyes gleamed with hatred and madness, and in the final moments of its life, it unleashed astonishing power.

It gripped Kevin's longsword with both hands and lunged forward with all its might, letting the blade pierce deeper into its chest.

At the same time, it plunged the rusty dagger in its hand into Kevin's thigh!

Kevin let out a painful scream, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

A sharp, electric-like pain shot through his thigh and spread throughout his body, almost making him lose his balance.

"Damn it! That filthy bastard!"

Kevin grimaced in pain, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, but he did not back down.

Instead, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the goblin's shoulder with his left hand, and gripped the sword hilt tightly with his right.

With all his might, he plunged the longsword even deeper into the goblin's chest.

puff!

The blade finally pierced the heart.

The goblin's body convulsed violently a few times, and the light in its eyes gradually dimmed.

Kevin gasped for breath, looking down at the short knife stuck in his thigh.

The rusty blade pierced deep into the muscle, and blood was slowly flowing from the wound, staining the trousers red.

The pain made him clench his teeth.

However, the battle is far from over.

The next moment, another goblin screamed and pounced on him.

Seeing Kevin injured, it instinctively realized this was a good opportunity to attack.

"Get out of my way! You're in my way!"

Despite the excruciating pain in his leg, Kevin gritted his teeth and swung his sword with all his might, trying to force the goblin back.

He had used this tactic before on the farm.

Kevin comes from a farming family.

His father was an ordinary farmer whose ancestors had farmed the same land for generations, living a simple and unassuming life.

But Kevin didn't want to live like his parents and grandparents, spending his whole life toiling in the fields.

He has always dreamed of becoming a knight and has worked hard to train for that goal.

Every day before dawn, he would get up and practice swordsmanship in the fields, brandishing the old sword that his father had bought with his hard-earned savings from a traveling merchant.

He believed that as long as he worked hard enough, he would one day become a true knight.

Later, one autumn evening, as darkness fell, Kevin and his father were sorting through the harvested grain in the barn.

Suddenly, a mother screamed from outside.

Kevin rushed out of the barn and saw three goblins trying to break into their home.

At that moment, Kevin did not back down.

He grabbed his longsword and charged forward.

Young Kevin wielded his longsword with sweeping, powerful strokes, successfully scaring away several goblins and protecting his family and property.

He was unharmed in that battle; on the contrary, the goblins were so frightened by his imposing presence that they fled in disarray.

The villagers on the farm all praised him as a hero, and his father showed a relieved smile for the first time.

That battle convinced him that he had the ability to become an adventurer.

This is also why he and Eileen came to the border town and registered at the Adventurers' Guild.

In his memory—

That battle went so smoothly.

He thought this time would be no different.

The same enemy, the same self, the outcome should naturally be the same.

But Kevin forgot a crucial fact:

This is not an empty farm, but a narrow cave.

As he brandished his longsword again, trying to repel the approaching goblins...

when!

The sword tip struck the cave wall with a heavy thud!

The immense recoil force instantly transmitted to his hands, causing his tiger's mouth to go numb and his fingers to almost lose their grip on the sword hilt.

The once powerful attack instantly became weak and powerless; the blade slid futilely through the air, failing to even touch the goblin's fur.

Kevin's face turned pale instantly.

He finally realized it.

The way I wielded my longsword so wildly in the cave before was just a stroke of luck.

But it's clear that he can't win the goddess's favor forever.

At this critical moment...

Kevin suddenly felt a strong tug on the back of his collar.

Someone grabbed his collar and dragged him backward!

"Varied--"

Before Kevin could react, he involuntarily fell backward.

Almost at the same time...

A dazzling light shot forward!

The goblin that was lunging at Kevin suddenly let out a piercing scream.

Zieg had been hiding in the shadows behind Kevin until this moment when he struck with lightning speed.

With his left hand, he yanked Kevin by the back of his collar and dragged him away from the line of death. With his right hand, the torch shot out like a spear and was precisely shoved into the goblin's gaping mouth, which was wide open due to its scream!

The scorching flames licked its skin.

The goblin screamed in agony as it burned, frantically slapping its face with its hands in an attempt to extinguish the flames.

Its eyes were blinded by the firelight, and half of its face was charred black, emitting a foul stench of burnt flesh.

It was originally going to attack Kevin's short spear, but now it could only swing wildly, completely losing its target.