Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended

CHAPTER 80: What Goes Around Comes Around - A Fate Worse Than Death

"Khekeh!"

"Kiieegh!"

"Ghegki!

"Do you still think this is a minor irregularity?" Lilith scoffed at Price, her tone laced with defiance.

The green, potbellied monsters didn't give the warrior an opportunity to silence the outspoken mage. Without fear or hesitation, they advanced, their faces contorted in nasty sneers. Knives, cleavers, axes, clubs—each goblin wielded a menacing array of weapons.

Price broke into a cold sweat as he stared at the weapons, each one stained with the telltale signs of blood. As he imagined his own blood giving the weapons a fresh paint, he let out a cowardly battle cry, his eyes wide with fear.

Instead of meeting the advancing beasts with his sword like a proper warrior, Price frantically reached for the vials of liquid secured to his hips. In a desperate bid for survival, he hurled the expensive investments at the incoming horde.

The glass bottles exploded on impact, unleashing a cacophony of elemental chaos upon the goblin assailants. Fire roared, ice crackled, acid sizzled, and poison spread, engulfing the creatures in a maelstrom of destruction.

Kiiiieeehhhk!!

As the goblins flailed and screeched in agony, Price clumsily charged into the fray with his sword, hacking and cleaving through their ranks in a frenzy. With each swing of his blade, he rent flesh and bone, sending blood and gore spraying in all directions.

WHOOOSHH!

Following a swift incantation, a wheel of fire materialized and shot forth from the tip of Lilith's wand, engulfing a group of unsuspecting goblins in a searing inferno. They screamed and flailed fruitlessly as the putrid stench of burning hair and flesh permeated the air.

However, instead of succumbing to fear, the goblins' rage only intensified. With a collective roar of fury, they turned their attention to the mage who was already weaving the words for another deadly spell.

THWACK!

An arrow from a goblin archer found its mark in Lilith's shoulder with a sickening thud. A sharp cry of agony escaped her lips as searing pain lanced through her body, causing her to crumple to the ground in torment. Her wand slipped from her grasp, clattering to the ground beside her.

"Wh-what're you doing?!" she yelled at Amara in both alarm and disdain, her eyes wide with panic. "Hurry up and cast a healing spell!"

Amara staggered back, tears brimming in her eyes as she watched the chaos unfold before her. She was utterly petrified by the violence and death that was more overwhelming than what she read in the textbooks.

"You stupid bitch!" Lilith cursed through gritted teeth, her other hand reaching out for her wand with desperation. But before she could grasp the weapon, a thrown dagger found its mark in that shoulder with another sickening thud.

She couldn't even react to the burning pain before the savage beasts fell upon her like a pack of wild dogs. But instead of satisfying their appetites for food or revenge, the goblins had another desire that was inspired by their leader.

Lilith cried out in terror as her clothes were violently torn from her body, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The once battle-hardened expressions of the goblins transformed into lecherous grins and sinister snickers as they beheld her flushed and silky skin.

Instinctively, Lilith attempted to curl into a protective ball, but the green devils pinned her hands and feet, rendering her helpless. A pair of goblins seized her breasts, their razor-sharp teeth menacingly close as their tongues curled around her vulnerable nipples, wringing a shudder of revulsion and dread from her.