Chapter 1: I Really Am Not a Goblin

"Not good, it's a trap!"

When Wang Chong burst through the door, he saw the eerie smile on the drug dealer's face in the room.

A black object was thrown from the drug dealer's hand, followed immediately by an explosion of blinding white light.

It's a flashbang!

They had indeed fallen for the trap; the drug dealer had been prepared.

"Bang!"

Wang Chong could see nothing; relying on instinct, he threw himself sideways and pulled the trigger.

"Crack! Crack! Crack..."

The deafening sound of gunfire.

He didn't know if he had been shot; his consciousness was a bit blurred.

He felt his body falling, the wind roaring in his ears, as if plunging into an endless abyss...

"No, I cannot die..."

He thought of his parents; they were only in their forties, yet life had given them white hair early, bearing hardships they should not have endured for his sake.

He had not yet fulfilled his filial duties; was he to make them suffer the pain of losing a son again?

"No, I cannot!"

He forced his eyes open, wanting to react effectively at the first moment.

"I can see..."

Wang Chong felt a surge of joy in his heart.

What was happening? The white light had vanished; what met his eyes was a crimson red curtain of light.

That heavy scent of blood made even him, a special forces soldier who had always struggled in pools of blood, feel a chill of dread.

But he was indeed the King of Soldiers; even in such an incredible situation, he adjusted his mindset immediately, his gaze quickly sweeping over the landing point below.

It was a huge altar; fortunately, the place he fell into was a blood pool; his life should be safe, he thought with relief.

What he did not see was that on the protrusion in the center of the blood pool lay a woman, countless blood threads winding around her, forming a crimson shield.

A crimson sphere of light slowly rose from the blood pool; that pool of blood began to boil, and a massive amount of energy surged in crazily.

Blood qi formed a thin mist around it, swirling around the sphere of light.

At the same time, within the endless dark abyss, upon the throne of the Dark Temple that had lain dormant for a thousand years, a huge body that seemed long since decayed suddenly trembled, and a pair of pupils abruptly opened.

"Hah! It is the aura of the Son of Holy Light!"

"The Holy Body has descended again; this time no one can stop me. Only the power of Chaos is the strongest. I will plunge the entire world into Chaos, and it shall obey my Ozma's order..."

In those dark pupils of his, the scene in the blood pool appeared.

The sphere of light in the blood pool seemed to resonate at this moment, trembling violently and emitting a humming sound.

"Ah... the God of Chaos has heard our summoning..."

Cheers rose from beneath the altar.

A group of divine servants wearing ceremonial robes prostrated themselves on the ground together, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"My Lord God of Chaos, your servants present a feast of fresh blood to you. Using blood as the medium and the Holy Son as the vessel, we summon you to return to the world..."

The leading black-robed priest raised the scepter in his hand high, and a beam of light shot into the blood pool.

Under this power, the woman in the blood pool was slowly lifted up, and countless tentacles from the sphere of light reached toward the woman.

"Damn, what the hell!"

Wang Chong was startled by the sudden scene, especially the woman who suddenly appeared in the blood pool, and right below him.

If he landed solidly on her, could he possibly survive?

Only a King of Soldiers like Wang Chong, with such powerful waist and abdominal strength, could twist his body at the critical moment and fall past the woman's body.

Slap!

While falling, Wang Chong grabbed the sphere of light with his left hand and crushed it.

"Boom!"

The delicate balance was instantly broken; like a tightly coiled spring being snapped, all power was severed at the root, so sudden and unexpected.

"Roar!"

The God of Chaos rose with a thunderous crash, but huge iron chains pulled him back onto the throne.

"Damn insects..."

The entire Dark Temple shook violently, yet no matter how Ozma struggled, he could never break free from the chains' restraint...

Wang Chong felt only a stinging pain in his entire left hand and left forearm, but he had no time to think further; he grabbed the woman who was about to fall.

He supported the woman's waist and swam ashore; only then did he notice how beautiful this woman was.

The woman was not old, probably only sixteen or seventeen, but her development was already very mature; her curves were exquisite and her figure shapely, especially her delicate features, paired with long golden hair, revealing nobility amidst delicacy.

Under long eyelashes, a pair of large, fluttering eyes looked dazed and helpless.

Wang Chong's heart felt as if it had been squeezed; as if by ghostly guidance, he leaned down and kissed her.

"What are you doing?" the little girl asked.

"Giving you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."

After speaking, Wang Chong suddenly realized the person was already awake.

The little girl obviously realized something was wrong too.

They both averted their gaze from each other at the same time, their faces flushed red.

"Cough..."

"How are you?"

Only Wang Chong had the thick skin to change the subject.

"It's all right. My name is Xixi. Thank you for saving me."

Though Xixi was trapped, her consciousness remained clear; she knew Wang Chong had saved her.

"Xixi? What a nice name. I am Wang Chong, a soldier," Wang Chong said.

"Do goblins have soldiers too?" Xixi asked, blinking her curious eyes.

"What goblins?" Wang Chong was somewhat baffled.

"Damn goblin scum! Do you know what you've done?" A shrill rebuke cut through Wang Chong's thoughts.

His actions were nearly frenzied; his priest robe billowed, revealing half a withered face beneath the hood, shaped like a skull.

"What in the world are these things?" Wang Chong felt his scalp prickle.

He had originally felt somewhat bold; though the enemy outnumbered him, he was after all a special forces soldier, and a mere dozen ordinary people meant nothing to him. But now, he knew he was wrong; what had happened today, what he had seen, all exceeded his understanding.

The key question was why that ghostly thing had also called him a goblin. Had he transmigrated into a goblin's body?

He couldn't help but think of some transmigration novels, sending a shiver down his spine. He didn't know much else, but he did know something about goblins: big heads, pointed chins, short stumpy bodies, green skin all over, and bulging eyes; the uglier they were, the uglier they looked.

He quickly turned sideways and glanced at his reflection in the blood pool.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness..." he breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

His reflection wore camouflage fatigues, his face painted in camouflage patterns; he was still just as handsome.

"Wait, could it be..."

Wang Chong was instantly speechless.

Could it be that they mistook him for a goblin simply because of his camouflage makeup? Did no one here ever see camouflage uniforms?

"I am truly not a goblin," Wang Chong said to Xixi.

"It doesn't matter, Brother Wang Chong. Even if you are a goblin, you are still a good goblin," Xixi said, looking at Wang Chong with understanding and encouraging him.

"Damn it!" Wang Chong sighed.