Xia Nan could no longer remember how he had developed this hobby.
Perhaps it had been those Green-skinned Goblins who ambushed the Stinky Fish Rotten Shrimp squad when he first transmigrated; or perhaps it was the tremendous pressure brought on by the Adventurer profession and an unfamiliar environment, pushing him to relieve it through addictive behavior.
But whatever the case, when it came to creatures like goblins, the current him had already formed an almost pathological, severe dependence.
And he enjoyed the process from the bottom of his heart.
That wonderful, sluggish sound when the Grey-Black Straight Sword split into their bodies, when flesh, skin, and bone were cut open; the pleasure of his arm shield smashing into skulls, squeezing and crushing those deformed, ugly creatures' features until they burst like water-filled balloons; the brisk satisfaction of tearing their thin, fragile flesh apart with both hands as if it were paper, spilling intestines, organs, blood, and bone all over the ground—
Xia Nan, who had always fought cleanly and efficiently, displayed all manner of tormenting methods only when facing these lovable "cute" little animals.
Even the time spent fighting was quietly stretched out, merely so he could please himself as much as possible.
Rumble—thunder resounded across the sky.
The curtain of rain was woven thick, and lead-gray daylight filtered dimly through the overlapping branches and leaves.
An extremely rich stench of blood, mixed with the damp smell of earth constantly rising under the wash of rain, filled the air.
Blood and rainwater mingled together, trickling down the surface of the dark-gray, deep, secluded straight sword.
Xia Nan stood quietly where he was, face lifted. His leg guards, chainmail, and even the side of his cheek were all stained with obvious blood.
The ground around him was a savage red paved