Goblin King: My SSS-Rank Innate Skill Is OP

My goblins shrieked, their fear evident in every movement.

Some squeezed their eyes shut, trembling as the giant club came crashing down.

Others raised their arms in a futile attempt to shield themselves, while a few curled up into tight balls of terror.

The looming shadow of death covered them all, their fate seemingly sealed. 

I sighed, shaking my head. 

Seriously, guys… have a little more faith in me. 

The most ridiculous sight, though, was Flogga.

The old hag stood there, eyes shut tight, arms stretched out dramatically like she was preparing to embrace death itself. 

Too bad, old woman. You're not dying on my watch. 

I clapped my hands together, focusing my energy. Instead of using [Wrap] on myself as I usually did, I targeted something else—the troll's weapon. 

In an instant, the massive club disappeared, vanishing from the troll's hands as if it had never existed. 

The shadow that had loomed over us was gone, replaced by the familiar light of day. 

The goblins opened their eyes, blinking in confusion, while the troll stood there, dumbfounded, its massive hands gripping empty air where the club had once been. 

The troll blinked, its massive brow furrowed in confusion as it grunted, "Huh?"

Its empty hands swung aimlessly, trying to make sense of the sudden disappearance of its weapon.

My clan wasn't any less confused.

They glanced around nervously, unsure of what had just happened.

Then I grinned.

The club appeared directly above the troll's head.

THONK!

The massive club crashed down on the troll's skull with a satisfying sound.

The impact was strong enough to make the ground tremble slightly beneath us.

The troll winced, staggering back a few steps, both hands flying to its head.

It let out a deep, guttural growl, rubbing the sore spot with its massive palms.

Its tiny eyes darted around, still trying to process what had just happened.

[Troll – Level 3]

"Chief, what do we do?" Zzok asked, gripping his weapon tightly.

His knuckles turned white as he tried to steady himself, but I could see the slight tremor in his hands.

I didn't blame him.

Goblins were inherently weaker creatures, and even though Zzok was the same level as the troll, there was no denying the physical disparity.

A troll's strength was overwhelming—one swing from that club, or even its fists, could crush a goblin.

But that's why they had me.

"Stay back—the troll is mine!" I shouted, pulling out Gravefang.

My voice carried an authority I hoped would mask the nervous excitement bubbling inside.

A freaking giant.

I was about to take on a literal giant.

The troll's guttural grunt rumbled through the air, its annoyance turning to focus as it noticed me charging.

It reached down, grabbing its club—the same massive weapon I'd snatched away earlier—and swung it down with a force that could flatten a tree.

I didn't flinch.

Instead, I activated [Wrap], vanishing just as the colossal weapon smashed into the ground where I had been.

A split second later, I reappeared right in front of the troll's massive face, gravity pulling me forward.

I gripped Gravefang tightly, my heart pounding in my chest, and drove the blade straight into one of its beady eyes.

"Uuurgh!"

The troll let out an earth-shaking roar, its body jerking violently as it staggered backward, clutching at its injured face.

I clenched my teeth, gripping the hilt of Gravefang with all my strength to keep from being flung off by the troll's erratic movements.

My arms burned, and my muscles screamed in protest, but I held on.

One wrong move and I'd be sent flying—or worse.

Crap. My hands hurt...badly.

Driving Gravefang into the troll's eye felt like stabbing a dagger into solid rock.

The blade had gone in, sure, but not without a fight.

One thing was sure, if couldn't even pierce a weak area of the troll without using my full strength, then there was no way my weak goblin arms were a match for the sheer toughness of a troll's hide.

Curse my weak race.

The troll roared again, a sound so loud it felt like the earth trembled beneath us.

Its massive hand, bigger than my entire body, began to rise, reaching toward its bleeding eye where my blade was lodged.

Panic hit me like a wave.

I yanked at Gravefang, trying desperately to pull it free, but it wouldn't budge.

Seriously? Are you kidding me?!

I had driven it too deep.

The blade was stuck, wedged firmly in the troll's eye socket.

No amount of struggling was going to dislodge it in time.

I glanced up, and my stomach dropped.

The troll's massive hand loomed closer, ready to swat me away like a bothersome fly.

There was no other choice. I had to let it go.

Without wasting another second, I released my grip on Gravefang and leaped backward, scrambling to get out of the troll's reach.

Using [Wrap], I disappeared just before the troll's massive hand could crush me, reappearing safely near my clan.

The sudden flash of my return startled them, and their wide-eyed expressions said it all—disbelief, awe, and maybe even a little fear.

Their looks of reverence didn't go unnoticed. Yeah, I'm awesome.

I had no doubt this little stunt had boosted their loyalty toward me.

I'd have checked, but now wasn't the time.

The troll was still very much alive, thrashing in pain, and I had to deal with it before it recovered and get back Gravefang. The weapon was too valuable to lose.

"Someone, give me a blade!" I commanded sharply stretching my palms, and instantly, Thok dropped a short sword unto it.

Good boy.

I nodded at him, and without wasting a moment, I activated [Wrap] again, vanishing from my clan's sight.

I reappeared in front of the troll, the bloodied giant still clutching at its wounded eye.

Its roar echoed in the clearing as it glared down at me with its remaining good eye.

I shook my head.

Bro don't look at me like that. I have a clan to protect.