Couldn't My Reincarnation have been more Cliche!

Chapter 22 (A walk in the Park)

Shaking my head I didn't know what it meant, but seeing as it had neither failed nor succeed I guessed the best course of action would just be to wait and move on as turning away from the gruesome scene of the pile of dead goblin corpses, I started to walk through this new world I found myself in. Seeing as I was swallowed by the light like last time, I hope that I can get out by doing the same thing as last time—well, hopefully a bit more successfully than that. These enemies seem a lot weaker than the ants as well, so it shouldn't be an issue. Playing with the ornate knife in my hand, I gave a silent prayer for the poor thug, thanking him for gracefully providing me with another weapon and one that fits me so well. "I'm sorry to see you depart, Mr. Thug, but rest assured I'll keep this safe, and all your friends' gear as well."

After walking through the trees I came out onto the peak of a hill where I stopped for a moment to take in the sights. In front of me was a long grassland filled with tall golden grass. They had the thin body of reeds with leaves like corn stalks. Up above, a warm light shone down on me, which was extremely refreshing. Despite the grasslands being extremely flat, it seemed like in the very far distance, the lines and visage almost distorted, losing the exact form of their shape.

The entire space was strange, seeming almost like a game in its perfection, and yet seeming alienation from everything but itself. Walking among the tall grass, I came across a roving band of the creatures I had seen earlier. These ones seemed far less well-equipped and the perfect test for my new weapon.

Lunging forwards with a burst of speed, I fell upon the first one, slashing across its neck with a clean motion, sending a burst of odd blood flying out, much to the confusion of its comrades. With a slight smirk despite the circumstances, I really had to praise this knife. Ignoring one of the goblins trying to scratch at me, I moved to the one who was armed, slashing his crudely made weapon in half. My blade continued forward, meeting little resistance as it cut into the goblin's shoulder blade, eliciting a shriek as it fell to the ground.

I sighed to myself; this place really wasn't romantic at all. Swatting away the improvised weapon of one of the goblins in front of me, activating my Monarch's Reach on the three of them, I half-wondered if it was even worth the trouble of killing them as I ignored the flurry of system notifications popping up in my vision. "Huh, does this thing have a mute function?"

System:

Raising soul inquiry failed

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Raising soul inquiry failed

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Raising soul inquiry failed

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Moving quickly away from the last group of goblins, I came across another one who seemed to be picking something in the grass. Rather ungracefully, I came up behind it and plunged my knife through the top of its head, ignoring the painful cry as it fell to the ground, followed by the continued dinging sound of the system notifying me of my Monarch's Grip success on the last group.

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