Man of Misfortune

Fight to live

With Jack waking up to the destroyed ceiling, he moved his head to have a look around the room that he was in. The room was filled with dirt and mud, showing that someone or something had entered here without having cleaned their shoes. Jack stood up, his eyes looking to see if there was anything in the room that would be noteworthy, when he noticed something that was weird. There were lots of claw marks on the walls.

>Claw marks? Did monsters attack here?< Jack walked to the claw marks; they were going deep in the walls; they resembled no monster that he had fought before. He looked at his clothes, or what he had left, and they were ripped apart, with small pieces just on him and not even covering most of his body. He took these ripped clothes off himself and looked at the blanket on the bed.

It was not the cleanest, but it would do better than going around with ripped clothes. He grabbed the blanket; it was quite thin. He put it around himself and knotted it so that it would go up to his legs. He ripped some of it at the end so he would not trip on it later on when he walks.

He opened the door, and what he saw was a corpse, or what was left as it had been dismembered. Looking at both sides of the hallway, it was covered with blood stains all around, whether flesh was stuck there, or organs were hanging as a form of decoration.

He was sensing life's force around him. Despite them all being small, there were hundreds of beings in this building. He was walking carefully around, trying not to make much noise. Taking a look at the corner, he saw that the life force he was sensing was from the goblins. With there being at least ten or twenty of them.

He took a deep breath. All his memories were now clear in his mind; he knew these enemies from before his death. Just like back then, his third life then came to mind specifically the training he had as a soldier came to mind. He got out of the corner, sprinting towards the goblins. His loud steps caught the goblin's attention.

When their eyes met Jack's, they started to laugh hysterically, showing a low sign of intelligence with weapons that were a mix of just wooden clubs or small daggers. They ran towards Jack with their arms waving around. The cells in Jack's left arm were going wild and multiplying as divine energy was being used on them. The flesh of Jack's left arm extended to the goblins as one massive pile of flesh that stretched and moved in extreme speed, reaching the end of the hallway while killing five goblins while at it.

The goblins, even though they saw that, did not flinch or feel any sort of fear. Jack could see the excitement on their faces and how saliva was drooling from their mouth continuously, which made him feel slightly disgusted by that. >Disgusting creatures that are too different from the goblins; I knew just what happened to them?< He moved his left arm, crushing the remaining goblins; however, the mass of flesh that his left arm had was so much that it made the walls break because of it.

Jack looked at his arm. He could not tell how, but it was like something he had done once and something that was like the logical thing to do next to end these goblins in a way that was maybe not fast but efficient and did not require much concentration.

A slight tap came, and Jack started to breathe. Vivid scenes of killing two guards emerged; he could see them clearly as if they had happened in front of him. He was used to such scenes usually, but they were appearing multiple times and mixing with reality itself, making it hard for Jack in the moment when these scenes would end just mere seconds later as they suddenly started.

>Dammit, what are we in a drama story< Jack clicked his tongue, but he remembered the words of the being and how they said that Jack could be the "main character". Jack shook his head. He stopped thinking about it, as it was most likely just a word that was used instead of the word, like hero or savior. Jack took a look outside at the broken wall and he opened his eyes widely his blood ran cold.