[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-am-not-a-goblin-slayer":3,"chapter-i-am-not-a-goblin-slayer-i-am-not-a-goblin-slayer-chapter-69":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Am Not A Goblin Slayer",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1311086,1741,"Chapter 69: Night Fiend","i-am-not-a-goblin-slayer-chapter-69",69,"\u003Cp>Gauss received the signature on the task delegation file from the village chief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village chief initially thought he would leave the village quickly like other adventurers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, he heard Gauss say he planned to stay in the village for a while longer to clear out more goblins in the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village chief’s face immediately bloomed with a warm smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Gauss inquire if there was an inn in the village where he could stay for a while, the village chief waved his hands repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With great enthusiasm, he led Gauss to his guest room, specially arranged for him to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village chief naturally welcomed Gauss’s initiative to stay and clear out goblins with open arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if other goblins may not be as close to their village, possibly in other villages, as long as goblins exist nearby, they are always a potential threat. Goblins are not static; once they are rooted in a place, they will not migrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having someone like Gauss, who is willing to spend time on such a thankless task after ending a commission, is rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gauss couldn’t refuse the village chief, so he temporarily stayed at the village chief’s house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides his children and daughter-in-law, there was a young boy with short brown-black hair, slightly over ten years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon learning that Gauss was an adventurer, the boy excitedly peppered him with questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Questions like \"Do goblins take baths? Do they poop?\" \"Who is stronger, ordinary humans or goblins?\" \"How to become an adventurer?\" were asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gauss responded while casually sharing his experiences and, under the oil lamp, carried out preservation treatment on the goblin’s left ear, a task-related prop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, if left unattended, by the time he returned to Gray Rock Town to submit the task, the bag of ears would probably have rotted beyond recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the prop treatment, he washed his hands and began maintenance on his armor and weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held a piece of deerskin soaked in maintenance oil, gently rubbing it over the blade. Moonlight pouring from the window illuminated the cleaned and sparkling sword, reflecting a beautiful pale blue arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the village chief’s grandson, although very curious, didn’t have a mischievous character. He simply watched from the side, eyes sparkling, without attempting to reach out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Gauss allowed him to observe from the sidelines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jenos, time to sleep!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the deep night, with a kind smile on her face, the chubby mother came to call her son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did he reluctantly jump off the stool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can I come see you again tomorrow?\" The boy looked at Gauss with eyes full of longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh...\" Gauss hesitated. \"Then you must get up early; I should be heading out tomorrow morning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can you take me with you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unfortunately, I cannot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the smiling nod of the child’s mother who pulled the boy away, and the boy’s stubborn gaze lingering at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gauss shook his head, knowing he likely impacted a rural boy’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps in years to come, there would be a young man leaving his hometown to embark on the road of the adventurer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this a good thing or a bad thing? He wasn’t sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the boy left, Gauss continued to immerse himself in equipment maintenance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is also part of the adventurer’s routine; personal maintenance of one’s equipment is crucial to ensure no issues arise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the warm hospitality of the village chief, Gauss joined in a breakfast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regrettably, he didn’t get used to it nor get full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only secretly grab a few pieces of jerky originally intended for emergency hunger relief from his pack and chew on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I’m off.\" Gauss bid farewell to the village chief and Jenos. \"Chief, you mentioned someone in the neighboring village saw goblin traces, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, a few days ago, I heard the caravan leader mention it. Once you exit the village, turn left, follow the path, and the first village you encounter is it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After confirming the information, Gauss left contentedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the intel is vague, it’s better than searching aimlessly without any leads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exiting the village, heading in the direction mentioned by the village chief, Gauss continued his journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the forest, the twilight painted a warm glow on the dense leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next to the gnarly roots of an old oak tree exposed above the soil, Hunter Randall’s heart grew colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gritted his teeth, cold sweat trickling down his grooved temples, dripping onto that damn, grotesque wound, causing him to gasp sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hunter trapped by his own set trap, how ironic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat soaked through his coarse linen clothes, and uneasily, he glanced at the shrubbery darkening with the sunset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty or so steps away, amidst the shadows of the shrubbery, several pairs of greedy, drooling, murky eyes were fixed on him—these few goblins had driven him into desperation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skinny, dirty to the verge of mold and moss, green-skinned little monsters—these were relatively small in stature even among goblins; normally, he might have been able to intimidate and drive them away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, with the hastily treated bleeding wound aggravating pain, his vision and consciousness gradually blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced down at the bow and arrow in his hand; if not for the weapon’s deterrence, this group of goblins might have already rushed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alas, he knew the bow’s intimidation wouldn’t last long; darkness was soon to cover everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then, not to mention possibly losing the strength to draw the bow, even if he had it, hitting goblins in pitch-black would be unlikely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunter Randall’s heart sank deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized surviving the night was improbable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time slowly ticked by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stinging pain in his leg wound dulled his awareness, akin to being drugged, sleepy and lethargic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to fall completely asleep, his daughter Taylor’s sweet face suddenly appeared before him; her mother died of illness years ago, and now he was nearing his end. What would become of his young child?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foreigner himself, without relatives in the village, even if others kindly adopted his daughter, would they treat her well?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All sorts of thoughts surged through his mind, a strong desire to survive overpowering the drowsiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Approaching unconsciousness, the green-skinned goblins were closing in like flies spotting a seam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to consciousness, he let out a beast-like roar of defiance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get away! Scum!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously raising his hand, attempting to draw the bow to repel approaching goblins once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sadly, in the instant of raising his hand to draw, it suddenly hit him that his strength had severely depleted; never had his arm felt heavier. As he raised it, the bowstring pulled into a small arc and then went limp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A feeble wooden arrow shot out, traveled a mere two or three meters, and stuck into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh no!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunter Randall’s heart skipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, exposed in a weak and feeble state, those crafty, greedy goblins understood his show of outwardly strong but inwardly weak resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They accelerated towards him, no longer probing, akin to a pack of hyenas catching the scent of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they approached, they emitted a chilling, gulping cackling sound, and their ugly little eyes filled with greed and ferocity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the deep night shadows, they seemed like demons from hell.\u003C\u002Fp>",1219,"2026-06-05T18:36:35.127Z",1,"novelbin.me","dfb7557b49001e66a07d4ae472a1b71c1afab8e243b0350a2a221dca0ba52859","i-am-not-a-goblin-slayer-chapter-266","i-am-not-a-goblin-slayer-chapter-265",640,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-am-not-a-goblin-slayer-cover.jpg"]