Just as he was about to focus on his siblings battle and annoying sound chimed in.
[Calculating Data on Host]
[Requirements fulfilled]#
[Host has been deemed worthy]
[Proceeding to bind with host]
A transculent screen appeared in front of him
[ Would host like to bind with the Supreme system ?]
"Reject," Leon said calmly, his eyes fixed on the translucent screen in front of him.
The screen flickered and disappeared, leaving no trace of its existence. Leon didn't seem surprised, as if he had expected the outcome.
This wasn't the first time he was seeing something like this, for some reasons these weird screens kept popping up but he always rejects them, even when he was a kid, these screens had been appearing and for some unknown reasons they were only visible to him, this made the system even more suspicious, he wasn't about to get spoonfeeded by an unknown system, he wasn't some main character of some cliche novel afterall.
With a subtle nod, Leon refocused on the battle, his eyes locked onto the goblins. It was time to see how his siblings would fare in combat.
The goblins were a gruesome sight to behold. They stood about four feet tall, their wiry frames covered in patches of matted, dark green skin that seemed to blend seamlessly into the shadows of the forest. Their eyes glowed with a malevolent red light, and their jagged teeth were stained with the remnants of their last meal. They wielded crude, rusty spears and clubs adorned with feathers, bones, and other tribal trinkets. Some of them wore tattered, blood-stained loincloths, while others were completely naked, their skin a mess of scars and grime.
As they charged at Trio, they let out high-pitched, ear-piercing shrieks, the sound sending shivers down the spine. The goblins' movements were swift and feral, their eyes fixed on their targets with a crazed intensity. Some of them clutched spiked clubs, the wooden handles worn smooth by repeated use, while others brandished crude, bone-tipped spears.
Despite their appearance, the goblins moved with a coordination that belied their savage nature, working together to corner and overwhelm their prey. As they closed in, the air grew thick with the stench of rot and decay, and the sound of their labored breathing filled the air. Leon's siblings, however, seemed more than a match for the goblins, their movements fluid and deadly as they prepared to strike.
Julian was the first to rush in as always, his Greatsword unsheathed as he charged head on, the first Goblin to charge in was instantly crushed by his sword, a huge grin plastered on his face.
The goblin's body crumpled under the weight of Julian's sword, its crude spear flying out of its grasp as it let out a blood-curdling scream. Julian's grin only grew wider as he yanked his sword free, the blade slick with the goblin's blood. He charged forward, his movements reckless and aggressive, as he carved a path through the goblin horde.
"Ha! You see that? One down, more to go!" Julian exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. The other goblins hesitated for a moment, taken aback by Julian's ferocity, before they regrouped and charged at him with renewed ferocity.
Lily followed close behind, she loosed arrow after arrow, her shots finding their marks with unerring accuracy.
The sound of Lily's bowstring thrummed through the air as she fired arrow after arrow, each one striking its mark with precision. The goblins, already on the fringes of their territory, were being pushed back by the siblings' relentless onslaught. Julian, with his greatsword, was the one dealing the finishing blows, and with each kill, he would shout "Weak!" or "Is that all you've got?" His grin never faltered, and his enthusiasm seemed to grow with each goblin he struck down.
Lily, fighting alongside Julian, shot him a look of annoyance. "Julian, focus," she said, her voice firm but controlled.
But Julian just laughed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Don't worry, sis! I've got this under control! These goblins are nothing!" He charged forward, his sword flashing in the dim light, and struck down another goblin with a triumphant cry. "Weak!" he shouted, as the goblin fell to the ground.
Lena's movements were a blur as she darted between the goblins, her rapier flashing in the dim light of the forest. She was a whirlwind of steel and shadow, her blade slicing through the goblins with deadly precision. One moment she was there, the next she was here, her movements so swift and fluid that it was impossible to follow.
The goblins, who had been charging at Julian with reckless abandon, were suddenly stumbling backwards, their eyes wide with fear as they tried to comprehend what was happening. Lena's rapier seemed to be everywhere at once, striking down goblin after goblin with ruthless efficiency.
The siblings' attendants watched in awe, their eyes wide with admiration. "So that is the power of an S rank," one of them whispered, barely able to believe what they were seeing. The others nodded in agreement, their faces filled with a mixture of amazement and reverence.
Even Julian, who had been making a big show of his own fighting skills, paused for a moment to watch Lena in action. His grin faltered, and he looked at her with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "Whoa, Lena's on a whole different level," he muttered to himself.
Leon, meanwhile, watched the battle with a calm, calculating gaze. He was impressed, not surprised though .He had already knew how well Lena could fight and also how she always held back.
As the last goblin fell to the ground, Lena came to a stop, her chest barely heaving with exertion. She gave a small nod, her expression serene. "Let's move on," she said
Unknown to them two pair of monstrous eyes watched them. The eyes belonged to two massive creatures, their bodies hidden in the shadows of the cave. They watched the siblings and their attendants with cold calculation, their gazes lingering on each member of the group. However, when their eyes reached Leon, they seemed to... hesitate. It was as if they sensed something different about him.
The creatures' eyes locked onto Leon, and for a moment, then it spoke...
"Kurka, what do you think about these humans" the mysterious voice said.
"Kirka, they're quite interesting, all of them, especially that brat" a feminine voice replied, this time pointing to the kid with white hair.
Leon, sensing that something was off, glanced around.
"Interesting" Kirka muttered.