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

"More importantly..."

Mo Yang's expression suddenly turned serious.

"There was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, as if killing was just an ordinary thing for him."

This feeling made him feel incredibly depressed and uneasy.

"I couldn't see any emotional fluctuation in that guy's eyes."

"Even the most ruthless killer will experience emotional fluctuations."

"Fear, terror, excitement..."

"But the elf did not."

"It's like doing something very ordinary."

"This is terrible."

At this point, Mo Yang couldn't help but shudder.

He couldn't imagine what a person had to go through to become so cold and heartless.

Suddenly, Mo Yang noticed something amiss.

He told Freya that he wanted to go for a walk alone to clear his mind.

Hearing the sound carried by the wind, Freya seemed to realize something.

But she didn't ask any more questions, she just nodded slightly.

The two had excellent chemistry.

Mo Yang walked alone on the forest path, surrounded by towering trees that cast dappled shadows through the gaps in the leaves.

However, this tranquil scene could not dispel the unease in Mo Yang's heart.

Just as Mo Yang walked to a deserted place.

He suddenly sensed a strong killing intent.

Before he could react, a figure suddenly darted out from the shadows and rushed straight at Mo Yang.

He was a young man who was dressed in rags and looked haggard.

His eyes flashed with madness and despair.

Holding a worn-out dagger, he plunged it viciously into Mo Yang's chest, shouting at the same time:

"Prepare to die!"

"It's all your fault!"

The man's face was contorted with rage, as if he wanted to devour Mo Yang alive.

Mo Yang frowned slightly, his eyes filled with doubt as he looked at the young man.

"Oh dear, it's me?"

He chuckled softly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

However, the young man showed no sign of stopping and continued shouting:

"If it weren't for you, those men would all be my subordinates!"

"I won't become like that!"

At this point, the madness and despair in the young man's eyes intensified.

Mo Yang finally remembered that this guy was the unfavored and down-on-his-luck prince of the Northern Wind Empire, who used to hang out with Jeffrey.

He had been planning to recruit some adventurers, but he messed everything up.

But we can't really blame him for this, can we?

After all, the choice was in the hands of those adventurers; it wasn't him forcing them not to follow the fallen prince.

Furthermore, it was this down-on-his-luck prince who provoked him first.

He did whatever he pleased, taking advantage of his status as a prince.

It's just a pity that he miscalculated one thing.

This is not the capital of the Northwind Empire, not a place where he can run wild.

Here, it's far too easy for one or two people to die.

"Oh."

Mo Yang shook his head helplessly.

This guy seems to be blinded by hatred, and he can't even recognize his own strength.

Looking at the disheveled prince charging towards him, a hint of indifference flashed in Mo Yang's eyes.

He subtly shifted his body to the side, thus dodging the attack of the worn-out dagger.

"Hey, hey, hey, aren't you underestimating me?"

Mo Yang chuckled and kicked out, sending the down-on-his-luck prince flying.

However, the prince did not give up.

He struggled to his feet, his face contorted in rage, his eyes gleaming with madness.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

Like a madman who had lost his mind, he lunged at Mo Yang again.

The dagger in his hand gleamed coldly, aimed straight for Mo Yang's heart!

A cold glint flashed in Mo Yang's eyes.

He had originally intended to teach this guy a lesson and let it go, but now it seemed that this guy didn't deserve his pity at all.

However, just as Mo Yang subconsciously tried to dodge, he suddenly found that his body was unable to move!

"What's going on?!"

Mo Yang was startled. He clearly hadn't sensed any fluctuations in magic power, so why was he suddenly unable to move?

"Hahaha, you've fallen for my carefully prepared skill, 'Spatial Imprisonment'! There's no way you can dodge it!"

The dejected prince laughed triumphantly, as if he could already see Mo Yang lying in a pool of blood.

"Oh?"

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Mo Yang raised an eyebrow, but there was no sign of panic on his face.

He smiled slightly, and suddenly a dazzling purple light emanated from his body.

At the same moment, the binding force that had been restraining him vanished without a trace.

"This...this is impossible!"

The prince's smile froze instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Meanwhile, the Voice of the World resounded in Mo Yang's mind.

[You have triggered the exclusive skill "Greed" and met the conditions. Congratulations, you have acquired the skill "Spatial Imprisonment"]

As the voice in his mind faded, Mo Yang felt a surge of new power within his body.

Almost simultaneously, the down-on-his-luck prince also received the statement from the Voice of the World.

Your skill "Spatial Imprisonment" has been stolen.

You have lost the skill "Spatial Imprisonment".

"How...how is this possible!"

The down-on-his-luck prince was shocked; he couldn't believe his eyes.

He acquired this skill after teetering on the brink of death many times; how could it be so easily taken away by someone else?

However, the facts were right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe them.

Mo Yang slowly raised his hand, his fingertips flashing with purple light—the power of "Spatial Imprisonment."

The down-on-his-luck prince's expression changed drastically. He tried to escape, but found himself firmly locked onto by this force.

"This skill is really useful!"

Mo Yang looked at the imprisoned, dejected prince and chuckled softly.

"This is all thanks to you!"

"Who...who are you?"

The down-on-his-luck prince asked in a trembling voice.

"Just a lord of a remote place."

"Pfft."

Mo Yang moved swiftly, instantly appearing in front of the fallen prince, his dagger precisely slicing across the prince's neck.

Blood splattered, and the fallen prince's body collapsed limply.

Mo Yang looked at the disheveled prince lying on the ground and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Not enough, not enough, not enough.

He wanted too much, far too much.

This world is so unfair.

Why are those dragons allowed to soar freely through the skies, unrestrained by laws, taking countless lives with a single breath, without being punished?

By what right could that isolated Elf King, with the efforts of just a few people, destroy a nation-state?

By what right can those high and mighty gods arbitrarily unleash divine punishment and block technological development?

All living beings are born unequal.

That's why laws are needed to regulate all of this.

"And I will be the standard by which this law is upheld!"

Mo Yang murmured, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination and ambition.

He knew that to achieve this goal, he needed to constantly become stronger and constantly plunder.

He believes that he will definitely have such power in the future.

Only his desires and ambitions remained. (End of Chapter)