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

Shenyun Forest, outside the Village of a Hundred Demons.

The night was as dark as ink, with only faint starlight illuminating the silent forest.

Ye Yan stopped in his tracks, his deep eyes fixed on the barrier that enveloped the entire village, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Um?"

He murmured softly, as if sensing the unusual aura within the barrier.

[Is this the Seven Sages' Demon-Sealing Barrier?]

A surprised voice echoed in Ye Yan's mind.

[It allows people selected by the person who set up the barrier to enter and exit, but isn't this barrier allowing way too many people?]

Ye Yan remained silent for a moment, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

He always felt that there was some unknown secret hidden within this barrier, and all of this seemed to be closely related to him.

He stepped forward, his expression calm and resolute. He showed little fear or hesitation towards the barrier.

After all, under the power of the "oath," all barriers are as fragile as paper.

The moment Ye Yan stepped into the barrier, a strong smell of blood hit him, as if he were in a bloody slaughterhouse.

His steps faltered slightly, and his expression instantly turned serious.

What came into his view was a series of horrific scenes.

The goblin's eyes were gouged out, his internal organs were removed, and his hands and feet were chopped off, then he was hung at the entrance of the village.

A blood-red magic circle appeared beneath him, emitting a faint light, as if it were his last struggle for life.

Next to the goblin mound, there was also a head.

That's the head of the child next to Goblin Mu—Xiao Qiu.

Her face still bore the marks of terror and pain, as if she had endured unimaginable torment before her death.

The body was nowhere to be found; only the lonely head remained, swaying in the night wind.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm really so sorry..."

Goblin's voice trembled and hollow as it repeated the apology over and over, as if it were its only lifeline.

Its eyes were sunken, having lost their former luster, and were filled only with endless fear and regret.

Ye Yan walked slowly, each step heavy with weight.

He stared at the goblin curtain before him, his heart filled with doubt and anger.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and then asked coldly:

"Who is it?"

However, all that responded to him was Goblin Mun's repeated "I'm sorry".

The sound echoed through the empty village, sounding particularly desolate and eerie.

"Master, their souls are already incomplete."

The sound of gluttony rang in Ye Yan's ears, tinged with a hint of helplessness and regret.

"Can binge eating be reversed?"

Gluttony paused for a moment, then spoke.

"Master, it is dead. The reason it is still breathing is because the magic circle is binding its soul."

"Moreover, these souls are shattered beyond repair."

What binge eating doesn't say is...

There is actually another way, but Ye Yan's current strength is simply insufficient to do it.

Ye Yan wasn't there either, so let's not continue.

Ye Yan said no more; his anger at this moment was beyond words.

A wisp of red mist began to emanate from his body. The concentration of the red mist was astonishing, as if it distorted space itself and was about to devour the entire space.

His eyes were as cold as ice as he walked step by step toward the village.

The scene inside the village was shocking, like a living hell.

The ground was stained red with blood, and female corpses lay scattered on the ground, either hanging under the eaves of the wooden house or arranged into various bizarre objects.

Their bodies were mutilated, but beneath them was a blood-red magic circle that imprisoned their shattered souls.

"sorry……"

"sorry……"

"sorry……"

The murmurs echoed through the village in unison, a mixture of pitiful, pleading, and apologetic voices, creating an eerie atmosphere.

These voices came from the mouths of the women who died tragically, as if their souls were weeping and telling the world about their fate.

Ye Yan grew angrier the more she listened.

He recalled the pride he felt when he boasted to Goblin General Ren, but now all that remained was anger and regret.

He seemed to see a child who had never had a toy before receiving one from his mother for the first time, and then excitedly showing it off to others.

However, before I could even admire it properly, the toy was brutally destroyed.

However, besides anger, Ye Yan also felt an indescribable emotion surging within him.

He didn't know how to express this feeling; he only knew that it made him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

He slowly walked past each corpse, looking at those once vibrant lives now reduced to this state.

Ye Yan's gaze fell on the beautiful woman, whose limbs remained beautiful even though she had lost her eyes.

Despite losing her surroundings, she continues to protect others as always.

Behind the beautiful woman was Xiao Qiu's lower body.

He suddenly remembered the conversation between the two of them.

. . .

"Our meaning is the same as His Majesty's meaning."

"Even if I bring in a bunch of goblins and take over the village you've worked so hard to build?"

"If this were His Majesty the Monarch..."

"You're more like machines than I am."

Hearing Ye Yan's words, Hongyan looked up, puzzled.

"machine?"

. . .

"She is no longer a machine."

"but"

Ye Yan wiped his eyes.

"And me?"

He looked at his hands; there were no tears.

Despite seeing the scene before him, he did not shed a tear.

He remained true to his word, never changing his stance on the issue of weapons.

[Xiao Yan, you are truly your mother's proudest creation, the most perfect killing weapon!]

Recalling her mother's words from her past life, Ye Yan involuntarily stopped in her tracks.

That sentence was like a curse, deeply imprinted on his soul.

He looked up at the sea of ​​flowers before him, a vast expanse of white, like his mother's beautiful white hair.

Amidst this pure white expanse, a striking splash of red appeared.

He frowned and slowly approached.

Upon closer inspection, it was Saras, the girl who desperately clung to these flowers, hoping to survive.

Her limbs were cruelly severed, her eyes were gouged out, and two fresh flowers were stuck in the empty eye sockets.

The fear and helplessness she felt before her death still lingered on her face.

Beneath her, the crimson magic circle, powerful enough to trap souls, remained.

"Is it... Your Majesty?"

Saras opened her dry lips, her voice weak and trembling.

Ye Yan nodded. "Yes."

His voice was cold and mechanical, as if it had lost all human emotion.

"I'm sorry!"

Salas's sudden apology surprised Ye Yan.

He didn't understand why these girls, whom he had only met a few times, would apologize to him.

"Why do you need to say sorry?"

He couldn't help but ask, his voice still icy.

"Why have you all been saying sorry the whole way here?!" (End of Chapter)