The feeling of near death made his breath quicken rapidly.
He wasn’t as brave as he appeared to be.
Goblins indeed possess an immunity from being affected by the "Twisted Ti Magnetic Field." It’s said that the goblin race, after the advent of Doomsday, discovered this talent after a period of experints.
But...
He had never used this ability before. He was just an ordinary person in the goblin race before, and now that he was king, he had to muster the courage of a king.
There is only a king who dies in battle, not a king who fears death.
Perhaps being called the King of Goblins instilled new courage in him, as Doba’s breathing gradually steadied. He began to observe his surroundings; without reference points, he couldn’t judge how fast he was going.
He just felt a constant pressure on his chest.
His speed was about the sa as the flow of light beams around him.
There was no sound around him.
Extrely silent.
He could even hear the sound of blood flowing in his veins, and his heartbeat was like the sound of thunder, extrely clear and without any lack of oxygen.
He drifted like this, drifting, always drifting...
Drifting in the space-ti tunnel.
From initial fear to later calm and now confusion.
He didn’t know how long he had been drifting.
It felt like a long ti, a month? Two months? Maybe even longer.
He looked down at the "Goblin Train Ticket" in his Spatial Bag, recalling his experiences on the Fixed Star, and a strong yearning to go ho surged in him again. He wanted to go ho, but... his mission wasn’t completed yet.
He hadn’t yet seen the end of the space-ti tunnel.
More ti might have passed.
In his mind, Master Mang’s face began to blur as well. He only clearly rembered that in the Doomsday Abyss, Master Mang had firmly told him that he would be the king of the goblin race and would help him rebuild goblin civilization.
He believed it.
Believed it till now.
Never questioned.
Goblins don’t lie, except for "black market rchants."
He suddenly felt a bit of regret, thinking he should have bought a gaming console from the Resident Store before coming in. Perhaps it could have helped pass the dull ti.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but found he hadn’t spoken for so long that he seed to have forgotten how. Ti seed to have passed longer than he imagined. When he got out, would the Constant Star Train have reached Level 20 or even Level 30?
Without him, would his people still listen to Master Mang?
At this mont—
The beams of light flowing uniformly around the space-ti tunnel suddenly beca chaotic, extrely disordered. Before he could react, he saw at the end of the space-ti tunnel, a massive Ti Rift had appeared.
His body was uncontrollably drawn towards it.
The scene shifted.
Doba’s body landed heavily on the ground, feeling that solid, weighty sensation for the first ti in so long. The sting from his body reawakened his nearly stagnant brain!
"Wow, ah, Ma...ster, Master Mang, Doba, the great goblin!"
Doba, standing there struggling with pronunciation to restore his long-unused language skills, quickly glanced around. The surroundings were city ruins, and he was in... a junkyard?
The city ruins were inside a giant cavern.
Above him was not the blue sky, but dirt.
Sowhat resembling the abandoned chanical City in the Zombie Basin "Earth Core Nuclear Bomb" Adventure Map, yet different. This city was smaller, much smaller.
After moving his bones a bit, he took the Goblin Train Ticket from his Spatial Bag, holding it tightly in his hand as he explored around. This junkyard had no dostic waste, only so steel debris.
Just as he was about to probe further,
He suddenly heard footsteps nearby, his face changing slightly as he quickly rolled into a nearby pile of trash, burying himself in it. Through the gaps, he saw a middle-aged man leading three to five sturdy n walking towards the junkyard, cursing as he walked.
"What a lousy Adventure Map, not even a mission, no reward whatsoever."
"It even allowed just one train to enter, and the map self-destructs after 24 hours. I thought there’d be sothing good here; we’ve searched the city ruins for so long and found nothing. The only place left to search is this junk heap, but what good could co from a junk heap."
"Three minutes left."
"Just search casually; this ti we’re leaving empty-handed, preparing to go back."
The middle-aged man grumbled a few more words unhappily, then took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and began puffing smoke, sitting on a stone nearby. But the next mont, the man seed to notice sothing, looking down at his feet.
"A telescope?"
The man picked up the sowhat worn-looking telescope, seemingly years old, and just when he was about to say sothing, a hint of shock flashed in his eyes, "A Level 10 telescope?"
"Have you gone mad!"
"What kind of idiot uses 8 Murphy Stones to enhance a telescope? Is this guy’s brain water-logged?!"
However, the man still felt a pang of heartache as he kept wiping the dust off the telescope with his clothes, lanting over those eight Murphy Stones. It was pure waste!
After trying out the telescope, the man laughed again.
"Not bad, didn’t co for nothing after all, there’s at least so harvest."
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