Northwest of Barracuda Bay.
The woods. An underground nest.
"Screech!"
The Green-skinned Goblin's shrill howl echoed through the somewhat empty cavern.
Most of the time, the people living on the Aifala Continent hated that sound.
For ordinary civilians with little combat strength to speak of, hearing a goblin's shriek meant disaster was about to descend.
Destroyed farmland, precious livestock torn apart and eaten, even relatives and friends carried off...
These ugly, vicious, lowly Monsters were despised by every intelligent race.
Even ordinary adventurers with a certain level of strength were unwilling to hear the cries of these green-skinned rats during a commission.
If they could drive them back, that was still fine. But if they slipped up and ended up being dragged into a Goblin Nest instead...
An adventurer's physical constitution, far beyond that of ordinary people, also meant they would feel the pain of torture more clearly and for far longer.
Goblins were more loathsome than cockroaches or rats to most people.
The same was true for Xia Nan.
He might have been fond of relieving his own stress by Wiping Out Goblin Caves, but that was not because he liked such creatures.
On the contrary, it was precisely because he despised these Green-skinned Goblins to the extreme that he could gain pleasure from their shrill screams and deaths.
This point could be proven by the scattered, mangled corpses left behind in the Goblin Nests after he Wiped them Out.
"Screech!"
It was still that same sharp goblin howl.
But compared to its usual excited frenzy, the sound now was filled with thick fear and despair.
There was even a faint hint of pleading in it.
Only, that adorable little brain of its, which had always been driven solely by the urges to kill and reproduce, would probably never