Day 6 night:

  There were no living goblins.

  I sneaked out of the house’s door, went to the lower floor.

  I sneaked inside the house where I last saw the goblins.

  I found them in a big living room, next to the unrestrained sleeping women.

  I stabbed each goblin in the chest and the head, but no one woke up, no reaction.

  They were already dead.

  I did not expect this.

  But I am not against this.

  I looked at the pregnant woman’s belly which was so round that it could burst at any moment.

  Maybe I should cut open one of the women to see what was going on inside.

  I looked out of the window, only to be met with bareness, silence, and a soothing breeze, sadly I couldn’t enjoy this peace.

  First, I went around the buildings, checking if every other goblin was dead.

  And they indeed were all dead.

  Maybe those goblins were old, explaining their skinny body.

  All the women were sleeping, weird, not even one was awake, all had near-bursting bellies.

  That’s when I had a genius idea.

  I dragged all the pregnant women of my building to a house on the first floor of another building, building B, locking them each in a bathroom so that if my assumption was correct the newborn goblins wouldn’t be able to flee.

  I spent probably a whole hour doing this for 10 floors, locking each group of women on their respective floors in one single bathroom, except for the first and second floors of building B.

  Astonishingly there was a floor with all doors closed, meaning survivors.

  I will check this tomorrow, goblins are a more impending crisis than humans.

  I went back to building B and dragged one of the women, no it was a girl barely older than my sister to the underground parking.

  I cut open her throat, leaving her to die as her soulless eyes looked at me, her mouth opening but words leaving from her gaze.

  Why? Why did you let them do that to us? Why?

  Probably the question a more moral or sane person would interpret, I only got even more... joy.

  I proceeded to open her belly, wide open, unraveling her insides like a kid opening up his gifts.

  “What do we have here?”

  Goblins, yes multiple babies in one belly, 4 goblins in one belly.

  Damn, that’s an army.

  I made a quick calculation and came to a ghastly conclusion, around 20 babies per floor.

  That’s a lot of goblins; it was a good idea to lock them all.

  Maybe I should have killed all those women, that would be a better fate.

  At that moment I felt my inner debating, maybe I should show some mercy to them?

  Ha, they are more useful to me by giving birth to goblins.

  I could probably train some skills in them, or maybe even enslave them, a goblin army that's a story right out of a novel.

  Or maybe they could overwhelm me with their number, so it’s for the better if I let them starve.

  As I returned to my house and while putting up some barricades, I found myself thinking about my greatest aspiration.

  My greatest aspiration since I was barely 13, to make those people suffer for eternity.

  At first, it was to just destroy my own birth country but as the years passed, as I witnessed the worst of mankind, parasites leaching off other parasites, it morphed into something worse, something not even history books would record.

  I did not care about the parasites as I see them, but they refrained me from enjoying my most precious asset, my childhood, and no matter the amount of magic, power or even godhood I had, this was something that I could not fix.

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  The first 18 years of my life were gone, taken by the wind.

  Still, I pride myself of being a rational being, but I am born a man, and this aspiration, this quest of mine is the only matter where I let my emotions speak.

  And they have spoken, I will raise those people, not just my country but a third of the world population, as cattle to suffer for eternity.

  And I find solace in those girls' and those women's fate.

  Now time to sleep.

  I dreamed.

  I dreamed of the fascist penguins, reigning over worlds and worlds with an iron fist, their goal: The greatest pizza in existence.

  Day 7:

  One whole week since the beginning of this ‘apocalypse’.

  The mood only got worse as this fact was processed by my family.

  I did not feel that bad because I was getting stronger by the day and I knew of worse cataclysms but something overshadowed all of this: A feeling.

  A feeling that Magic was just around the corner, just a bit more training and I would have it: MAGIC!

  But I was restless due to new developments there were survivors in another building, but worse were the new goblins.

  Actual goblins came out of the portal during the day.

  Stronger-looking goblins. They were meatier, taller, and had a sharper look on their faces.

  They did not rush into groups of 5 as they left the portal, instead they waited for their friends.

  They brought wood logs with them, I say wood logs, but I am not sure of it, it could be anything as it was unknown to me and probably was from the world on the other side of the portal.

  I traded frail-looking goblins for strong-looking goblins damn it.

  But one good thing was that they didn’t rush into the buildings like the first day but began building their houses???

  I write nonchalantly, but it is a bigger crisis than the previous goblins.

  And as my stomach reminded me, I had to eat before being able to think about this.

  Food would last us one more day because my family shared our food without even asking me, leading to a heated debate between them and me.

  They believed that soon the army would come to save us; what idiocy; but also that I could forage more food for us from other houses.

  Me forage food? That would mean risking myself. Who will protect me? Who?

  I sighed years of responsibility catching up to me, I was always there for them from day 1, and I mean it, the perfect child.

  I proclaim with all my honesty and rationality, I was more mature than my own parents, I was the emotional support, the pillar of this family all along.

  Sometimes I ask myself if I shouldn't just leave them behind, at first I used the argument of a family but now I just see them as annoying pets, I sadly still have that kind of child in me who wants to take care of them.

  As I was training in my room, someone unexpected entered, not my father not my sister not my mother but my grandmother.

  And I don't know how to say it

  These words I am writing now are filled with a flame, not that of hate, disgust, or arrogance but that a warm fireplace in winter, of actual care and love.

  She was sorry that I had to go outside and forage with all the danger around us.

  Now that I think about she was strangely silent those past few days and she brought me the reason for this.

  She said she was actually sorry for me, I was a few days away from living this whole apocalypse surrounded by better people.

  She spent the past few days thinking, calming from all the surrounding hysteria and despair.

  She knew how hypocritical it was of them to ask me to do anything, not just protect or forage food.

  She apologized for all of their actions, but what was done was done, we could only move forward.

  She asked me if I could help them one more day and maybe forgive my parents for the hate she could see in me.

  I told her I would, not just one more day but every day, but I do not see the world as they see it and I could not see why I should ever forgive them.

  And then she said something I will probably remember forever.

  "Then tell me how you see the world."

  And she listened, gave some counterarguments but did not see the point of imposing her view.

  It felt good

  Having someone simply listen to you was...

  Nice, after years of listening and taking care of others.

  She left my room as I finished my physical workout.

  As she left my room, I pleaded. No, I begged her to at least meditate, maybe she could learn magic and she agreed.

  As the door closed, I simply stood there staring into nothingness, lost in thoughts, slowly falling into meditation.

  Before I could feel I had meditated my usual 5 hours, and as I left my meditation I took notice of my notifications.

  Meditation level 4.

  I could not feel the world, but I could feel myself grow clearer in my mind.

  As night fell my duties caught up to me.

  I went around the night scavenging the 2nd and 1st floor, slowly without making any loud sound that could alert the patrols of goblins outside.

  Sneak level 2.

  And as I returned to my room tired from such a long day.

  But for the first time in maybe my life, emotionally and spiritually rested.

  *plop

  Time to sleep.

  See you tomorrow.

  Hopefully.