I didn't intend to destroy the world.

The faint whispers from the passageway gradually faded away, and the campfire no longer licked Levitt's profile with its orange-red light. Rotten Knife stood up from the chair, startling a corner of the charcoal tree into collapsing.

"They need to cross the Monster Forest, so they'll definitely have to go around that swamp. The swamp is too dangerous to cross at night, so we'll start from the mountaintop at dawn. We still have plenty of time, so you can rest for a while."

Upon hearing this, Levitt turned his gaze to the stone table in front of him.

Two pieces of dried fruit, a piece of unidentified dried meat, and a pot of water constitute his dinner for the night.

Good heavens, do goblins even know how to treat prisoners of war well?

"Just a reminder, don't wander off." Rotten Knife's voice came from the passageway.

Once the footsteps faded and all was quiet, Levitt let out a heavy sigh of relief.

He was a little nervous, which was understandable.

One second they're in the modern world, the next they're in another world, resurrected, attacked by goblins, and kidnapped to their lair—it's all like a rollercoaster ride.

Having great power by one's side is undoubtedly a blessing from fate, but the current predicament remains.

The reason Goblin Bad Knife kept it, or rather, chose to "cooperate," was not because he had saved his kind, but because of the Flower Moon Adventure Team.

It probably realized it was lying a long time ago, right?

The reason they pretended to believe was actually to appease the other less intelligent goblins and ensure their own safety.

That reminder not to wander off was truly a piece of solid advice.

Goblins hate humans, and regardless of the reason, if he wanders around this cave, he's bound to get into trouble.

The rotten knife kept this "room" for himself, which could be considered a form of protection.

This goblin is kind and righteous.

It's useful to the rotten knife now, so it'll protect itself, but what will it do once the common goal is eliminated?

If Rotten Knife truly only wanted revenge, acting out of hatred for humanity and the death of his comrades, then he would undoubtedly suffer the consequences himself after everything was over.

Li Weite picked up a dried fruit and put it in his mouth. The crumbs mixed with saliva created a sour and astringent taste in his mouth, which made him look puzzled.

This lousy knife gave him a very "enlightened" first impression. Although he didn't have any clue what to do at the moment, Levitt still held onto a sliver of hope—

The motives behind the rotten knife's pursuit of the Flower Moon Adventurer Group may not be so simple.

As for the Flower Moon Adventurer Group...

Those stinking signs and those bastards deserve to die.

Before his memories were awakened, his dull brain allowed him to impersonate Jiahao from another world, and Levitt could swallow the bitter pill of the poisonous mushroom.

However, even though I could have helped them, they still chose to cruelly abandon me, using me as bait to be torn to pieces by goblins. This is intolerable.

Does this mean that after being treated like a slave in modern times and suffering constant setbacks, you'll be treated the same way in another world?

Thinking of all this, Levitt tore at the jerky with his teeth.

......

A few hours later, when it was already broad daylight, Levitt, who had been sleeping, was awakened by Rotten Knife and walked out of the cave. Rotten Knife's ambush team was already ready.

Wood, hemp rope, stones, animal bones... these are materials that are almost everywhere. If we take a more relaxed view, they use these to arm themselves to the teeth.

While the appearance shouldn't be scrutinized too closely, Levitt believes these aspects are all quite practical.

He asked about it yesterday, and it turns out these were all made by Lan Dao.

The tactics used to attack the adventurer group are self-evident.

Rotten Blade mounted his majestic demonic wolf, gripped his spear, pointed in a direction, and the group set off.

A goblin always followed behind Levitt. Whenever he turned around, the goblin would lift the brim of his helmet with his finger, revealing yellow-green eyes to stare at him, as a way to prevent him from escaping.

As he walked, Levitt tried his best to spot the new and interesting things around him. Sometimes he would encounter a small beast he had never seen before, and if he couldn't understand it, he would immediately ask the broken knife on the demon wolf.

After the rotten knife explained it to him, he gained more knowledge.

However, he was somewhat distressed because what he saw was all "small," at most increasing his knowledge by 2 points, far less than the 10 points he gained when he first encountered the goblins.

From this, Levitt realized that the rarer the things he encountered, the more knowledge he would gain.

What if one day you see a dragon, or a god?

Knowledge Level: 1 (84/200)

Knowledge Points: 34

Now Levitt can understand basic things "on his own": water, fire, wood, humans, animals...

Some complex things require someone else to explain them.

Levitt felt that if he could improve his knowledge level, there would be more and more ways to obtain points, but the difficulty of obtaining points would naturally increase.

Iron ore, daggers, chainmail, plate armor, muskets, and even more high-tech items.

Therefore, if you want to upgrade, you can't just focus on the present; you have to think about the future.

Suddenly, the broken knife on the wolf sensed something and turned around to see the group proceeding as usual, with Levitt staring straight ahead.

Levitt has black hair and black eyes, a slender build, and a face with typical East Asian features.

Rotten Knife was very curious as to why this human could master Goblin language, which was difficult for other races to learn.

"Levitt, how do you say 'rotten knife' in human language?" Rotten Knife asked.

"I only know the Imperial language, it's 'rotten knife'," Levitt replied in the Imperial language.

Rotten Knife repeated the pronunciation he had just heard several times.

......

Despite the magical assistance of Crescent Moon, it still took a lot of effort to get around the swamp.

Ralph helped her to sit down under a tree, and Crescent Moon wiped the mud splattered on her clothes with a handkerchief.

At this point, only the two members of the Flower Moon Adventure Team remained; Gray Rat and Rose parted ways with them halfway through the journey.

"What on earth is Gray Rat doing? We agreed to go to Zendar together, but halfway there he just quit, abandoning us and running off with Rose. What a fool." Ralph frowned, standing to the side adjusting his longbow.

"In the end, they weren't really our allies. These goblins are incredibly powerful. We're just so unlucky." Crescent Moon took off her mage hat and combed her messy, light red hair.

"It's a pity that the orc is dead, otherwise he could have been of great use," Ralph sighed.

"All my effort on him was wasted." Crescent Moon paused, then said with some doubt, "That Levitt seems to be..."

"Princess Crescent Moon, you absolutely cannot be harmed. It would be worth it for anyone to sacrifice themselves for you."

"No, it's not that I was soft-hearted." Crescent Moon shook her head. "What I mean is, he was indeed dead at the time, but the feeling he gave me after he woke up was different, very different."

"What's so different about a fool?" Ralph muttered, nocking an arrow, drawing the bowstring taut, and facing the distant trees.

Ralph's father was a highly respected nobleman who often took him hunting when he was a child. Whenever he was nocking an arrow, his father would say from the side:

"Fate is like an arrow shot out; there is no turning back."

So hold your breath, stay calm, one arrow will decide life or death.

Now, Ralph felt like the arrow that had been shot, and he was determined to be like his own gaze, piercing through the trees and reaching his destination.

No matter what difficulties or obstacles I encounter, I will reach my destination.

"Shhh—"

The leaves rustled slightly, as if something was emerging from them.

Ralph's pupils contracted.

So, is this a sign of fate?

He took a deep breath, loosened his grip on the arrow's fletching, and "whoosh—"

Turning to the still-resting Crescent Moon, he shouted, "It's a goblin!"

"Thud—" The arrow pierced right through the goblin that was lying in ambush with them.

"Gahh ...