Chapter 1: I Really Am Not a Goblin

"Not good, it's a trap!"

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

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

It was a flashbang!

They had indeed fallen for the trick; the dealer had been prepared.

"Bang!"

Wang Chong could see nothing; relying on instinct, he dove sideways while pulling the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Deafening gunshots rang out.

He did not know if he had been hit; his consciousness was growing blurry.

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

"No, I cannot die..."

He thought of his parents; though only in their forties, life's hardships had already turned their hair white, forcing them to endure suffering they should not have borne, all for his sake.

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

"No, it cannot be!"

He forced his eyes open, striving to react effectively immediately.

"I can see..."

Wang Chong felt a surge of joy in his heart.

What was happening? The white light had vanished, replaced by a crimson curtain of light before his eyes.

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

Yet, true to his reputation as the King of Soldiers, even amidst such absurdity, he adjusted his mindset instantly, his gaze swiftly scanning the landing point below.

It was a massive altar; fortunately, he was falling into a pool of blood, so his life should be safe, he thought with relief.

What he failed to see was that atop the protrusion in the center of the blood pool lay a woman, entangled by countless blood threads that formed a crimson protective shield.

A sphere of blood-light slowly rose from the pool; the blood within began to boil as vast amounts of energy surged in wildly.

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

At the same time, within the endless dark abyss, atop the throne of the Dark Temple that had lain silent for a thousand years, a gigantic body that seemed long rotted suddenly twitched, and a pair of pupils snapped open.

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

"The Holy Body descends once more; this time, no one can stop me again. Only the power of Chaos is supreme. I shall plunge the entire world into Chaos and make it obey my order, Ozma's order..."

Within his gloomy pupils, the scene from the blood pool appeared.

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

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

Cheers erupted from beneath the altar.

A group of divine servants clad in sacrificial robes prostrated themselves on the ground, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

"Lord God of Chaos, your servants offer you a feast of blood; using blood as the medium and the Holy Son as the vessel, we summon you to return to this world..."

The black-robed priest at the head raised the scepter in his hand, and a pillar of light shot into the blood pool.

Under this force, the woman in the blood pool was slowly lifted upward, while countless tentacles from the sphere of light reached out toward her.

"Damn, what the hell is this!"

Wang Chong was startled by the sudden scene, especially by the woman who had suddenly emerged from the blood pool directly beneath him.

If he landed squarely on her, would there be any chance of survival?

Only someone like Wang Chong, a King of Soldiers with powerful core strength, could twist his body at that critical moment, grazing past the woman's body as he fell.

Slap!

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

"Boom!"

The delicate balance was shattered instantly; like a taut spring snapping, all power was severed at its root, so sudden and unexpected.

"Roar!"

The God of Chaos surged to his feet, but massive chains dragged him back onto the throne.

"Detestable ants..."

The entire Dark Temple shook violently, yet no matter how Ozma struggled, he could not break free from the chains' restraint...

Wang Chong felt a burning pain throughout his left hand and forearm, but he had no time to dwell on it; he grabbed hold of the woman who was about to collapse.

Supporting the woman by her waist, he swam to the shore, and only then did he notice just how beautiful she was.

The woman was young, likely only sixteen or seventeen, yet her development was already mature; her curves were exquisite and well-defined, and her delicate features, paired with long golden hair, exuded an elegance amidst refinement.

Beneath her long eyelashes, a pair of large, fluttering eyes looked confused and helpless.

Wang Chong's heart seemed to be squeezed; as if possessed by a spirit, he leaned down and kissed her.

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

"Giving you artificial respiration."

As soon as he spoke, Wang Chong suddenly realized she was already awake.

The young girl evidently realized something was amiss as well.

Both of them simultaneously looked away from each other's gaze, their faces flushed red.

"Cough..."

"How are you feeling?"

It was Wang Chong, with his thick skin, who took the initiative to change the subject.

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

Although trapped, Xixi remained conscious and knew that Wang Chong had saved her.

"Xixi? A good name. I'm Wang Chong, a soldier," Wang Chong said.

"Do goblins have soldiers too?" Xixi blinked, her eyes full of curiosity.

"What goblin?" Wang Chong was utterly baffled.

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

His movements were nearly manic; his priestly robes billowed, revealing beneath his hood half a withered face resembling a skull.

"What kind of things are these?" Wang Chong felt his scalp go numb.

He had initially felt somewhat confident; although they outnumbered him, he was, after all, a special forces soldier, and a mere dozen ordinary foes meant nothing to him. But now he knew he was wrong. Everything that had happened today, everything he had seen, had surpassed his understanding.

The crucial 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, and a shiver ran through him. He might not know much else, but he did know something about goblins: big heads, pointed chins, short and stocky builds, green skin, and bulging eyes—as ugly as could be.

He quickly turned sideways to catch his reflection in the blood pool.

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

The reflection showed himself clad in camouflage, his face painted with camouflage patterns, still as handsome as ever.

"Wait, could it be..."

Wang Chong was instantly speechless.

Could it be that they thought he was a goblin simply because of his camouflage paint? Did no one here have any idea what camouflage was?

"I really am not a goblin," Wang Chong told Xixi.

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

"Damn it!" Wang Chong sighed.