Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

Chapter 150 As expected, Gluttony.

Half an hour ago.

In the blood mist.

Ollie stared intently at the figure.

"As long as, as long as he's killed..."

This thought burned like a raging fire in his heart, becoming his sole obsession.

He knew that this was more than just redemption.

It is also a redemption for his dereliction of duty and an explanation to those innocent brothers who sacrificed their lives.

He was doomed to die, but that doesn't mean he couldn't accomplish something significant.

He dragged his broken body.

Step by step.

Approaching with difficulty yet determination, as if each step were treading on a blade.

But fate always seems to love playing tricks on people.

Just as he was about to touch the mysterious figure.

"ah"

A sudden, sharp pain caused him to lose his balance.

boom!

With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground.

Looking back.

He saw that his feet had been eroded by the blood mist and merged into one, no longer able to support his heavy body.

No.

A sense of resentment welled up in my heart like a tidal wave.

Ollie's eyes flashed with determination and madness.

He was unwilling to give up, even though his goal was right in front of him.

So, death doesn't matter, nor does merit.

He wanted to avenge his brothers.

He wanted to see what the monster that killed them looked like!

Magic surged wildly within him, forming a thin shield that desperately resisted the erosion of the blood mist.

but.

Even so, the blood mist still corroded one of his hands.

He gritted his teeth and focused his magic on his head, heart, and only remaining hand.

Using all his remaining strength, he dragged his mangled body forward.

Distance, that distance that was once so far yet is now so close.

It shortened little by little thanks to Ollie's indomitable will.

Finally, when he used up his last bit of strength to lift his head.

The sight before him shocked him so much that he almost stopped breathing—the so-called monster.

It turned out to be a white-haired child floating in the air, with a handsome face and an otherworldly temperament.

If it weren't for the chilling blood mist and tightly closed eyes all around.

He would almost think this was some noble young master who had accidentally wandered onto the battlefield.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ollie suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh filled with madness, confusion, and despair.

He himself didn't know why he was laughing.

However, the laughter sounded particularly jarring on the empty battlefield.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch..."

As the laughter subsided, the light in Ollie's eyes gradually dimmed, eventually returning to calm.

His life was extinguished amidst endless regret and resentment.

The white-haired child remained suspended there quietly.

It was as if all this noise and turmoil had nothing to do with him.

"I'm so hungry"

At that moment, the child murmured softly.

[Congratulations on devouring a human. Based on the effect of your skill "Gluttony", you have gained 1 point of speed.]

Your speed has reached its limit and cannot be improved further.

Based on the "Gluttony" effect, 1 speed points have been stored in the "Gluttony" space.

The sound of the world kept echoing in Ye Yan's mind.

Even so, it couldn't satisfy Ye Yan's ever-growing appetite.

So hungry.

He vaguely felt that he had eaten a lot.

But I'm so hungry.

In endless darkness.

Ye Yan's senses were completely consumed by an unprecedented hunger.

It was an emptiness that seemed to touch the soul.

It made him feel as if he were in a corner of the world that had been forgotten.

Time loses its meaning here, and space is distorted into chaos.

The only thing connecting him to existence was the incessant low growl of hunger.

In this abyss of despair, a sudden ray of light appeared like the dawn of salvation.

It pierced through the thick darkness, bringing long-awaited hope and warmth.

The light carried an indescribable sweetness.

Just like the delicious dishes my mother cooked for me when I was a child.

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A strange impulse welled up in Ye Yan's heart—

There is food there.

He stood up tremblingly, each step feeling like a journey across a thousand years, both long and resolute.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when the light finally came within reach, he found himself standing in front of an ancient and mysterious door.

The light shining through the crack in the door was like an invitation, a temptation, that he couldn't resist.

"Gurgle—"

A loud swallowing sound stood out starkly in the silence.

Ye Yan slowly pushed open the door, as if opening a gate to another world.

Behind the door was an unexpectedly spacious room, filled with an even richer, more enticing aroma.

Inside the room, there was only one long table running across the center, surrounded by seven exquisite chairs, each occupying its own corner.

The rest of the space was eerily empty.

It was as if everything had been prepared just for this moment of reunion.

Ye Yan involuntarily took a step forward.

When he came to his senses, he found himself sitting opposite the main seat, with his back to the door that had led him there.

Two people had already sat down on either side of him.

Their figures were shrouded in a thin layer of gray mist, their faces blurred.

Like a ghost walking on the edge of a dream, both real and illusory.

He looked down at himself and was surprised to find that he was also surrounded by the same gray mist, isolated from the outside world, leaving only a hazy outline.

In that dark and mysterious room, a deep yet magnetic "yo" quietly rang out.

Like a soft sigh that drifts by unintentionally in the night breeze.

The source of the voice was the other person sitting next to Ye Yan.

A woman with a graceful figure and exquisite curves.

"The long-vacant seat has finally found its new owner."

Her voice was soft yet carried an undeniable power; each word was like a meticulously crafted gem, falling into the deepest recesses of the heart.

"It's actually 'binge eating' that's been going on for so long?"

"Still so small?"

As she spoke, a hint of curiosity and amusement flashed in her eyes.

As she approached, a slender hand, gently enveloped in gray mist, slowly reached out, seemingly wanting to touch Ye Yan's youthful face.

However, for Ye Yan...

This seemingly gentle gesture was like an oasis found in the desert.

Hunger surged like a tidal wave, making it impossible for him to suppress his inner desires any longer.

Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his small mouth wide and bit into that tempting hand.

But unexpectedly, the hand vanished into nothingness the instant it made contact.

It left behind only a faint wisp of mist, and then returned to its master's side as if nothing had happened.

The woman chuckled, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery:

"Oh my, a little foodie?"

Ye Yan chewed, but couldn't taste anything.

Those pointed ears drooped in disappointment, looking particularly dejected.

Just then.

His gaze was drawn to a crystal-clear, alluring magic fruit placed on the table.

A dazzling light instantly shone in Ye Yan's eyes.

(End of this chapter)