Thorian slowly opened his eyes and cranked his neck. A throbbing pain pulsated through his face and his whole body. The last thing he could remember before losing consciousness was the big kobold pummeling him with his fists.
As he looked around, he found that the cave was empty. He took a look outside to see that the sun had already.
So that is why. They have gone out to hunt.
Thorian knew that the white kobolds liked to hunt at night. Due to their skills, they needed to be a nocturnal species that slept by day and hunted at the night.
While he was still waking up from his forced slumber, a terrible smell assaulted his snout. He sniffed under his armpit turning his head with a grimace.
"I do need to clean myself."
Looking down, he found that black sticky goo was still around him. If this was any normal day, a maid would have cleaned it already. Alas, this day was far from normal.
Thorian stood up and walked toward the entrance of the cave. However, just as he took a few steps, he found a dark silhouette in the corner.
"Who is there?"
No response. Thorian raised an eyebrow before clicking his tongue and walking toward the mysterious figure.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see a midnight-black kobloid sitting in the corner. The monster was just looking down at the ground not saying a word.
"A night kobloid? Interesting..." Thorian muttered under his breath, before continuing to walk toward the mysterious creature. "Why are you staying here alone? Why did you not go with the rest of the pack?"
The night kobloid looked at Thorian with a careful expression before looking back down at the ground, "Smelly poo, talk weird."
"You say I talk weird? That is quite presumptuous from you," Thorian then clenched his fist. "And you dare call me Smelly Poo? That is laughable."
Thorian frowned at the night kobloid before taking a deep breath and looking away. What am I doing getting angry at a bunch of kobolds? Truly humiliating.
Thorian shook his head and changed the topic, "So, why did you stay here? You should be with the rest of the pack hunting for food."
The night kobloid stayed silent while looking at the ground. Seeing that the monster was not in the mood to talk, Thorian sighed and started walking toward the entrance of the cave.
"Me different. Me weak."
Thorian stopped and looked at the night kobloid with a raised eyebrow, "What? A night kobloid is weak? What kind of unfunny joke are you saying?"
The black kobloid looked at Thorian with an open mouth before saying, "Smelly Poo, words many."
"Night kobloid, words too few more like," Thorian immediately snarked back. He then took a deep breath before shaking his head. "If you want to become strong, follow me."
Without saying any more words, Thorian left the cave. Even though the forest was dark with only the moon illuminating it, his eyes quickly adjusted.
I guess there are some benefits to being reborn as a monster. Proper night vision is something you only get at the second stage of cultivation.
Thorian walked amongst the trees and shrubberies before noticing some shuffling behind him. He looked back only to see that the night kobloid had followed him.
"You made a great choice," he grinned.
"Me follow you, me strong?" the night kobloid asked with a hopeful gaze.
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Apocalypse: Reborn as a Monster
ActionIn a world corrupted by treachery and ambition, Thorian Steelblade was a fearsome leader, on the brink of conquering the capital and etching his family's name into history. But betrayal came from within, leaving him broken and defeated. In his final...
