Xia Nan could no longer remember how he developed this addiction.
Perhaps it was at the beginning of his journey, when those green-skinned goblins ambushed the Stinky Fish and Shrimp Group; or maybe it was the immense pressure from the adventurer career and unfamiliar environment, compelling him to relieve stress through addictive behaviors.
But no matter what, he had now developed an almost pathological dependency on goblins.
And he genuinely enjoyed the process from the bottom of his heart.
The exquisite sound of a gray-black straight sword piercing through the body, the sensation of flesh and bone being cut open, the thud of an arm shield shattering skulls, the gory satisfaction of warping and crushing the features of those malformed, ugly creatures, akin to a water-filled balloon bursting, the light-hearted pleasure of tearing apart the lean and fragile flesh with bare hands like paper, scattering innards and blood and bone all over the ground...
