You open your eyes and find yourself tied up in a cave with what sounds to be a group of goblins just barely out of earshot.

Your starting stats are as follows:

Health: 100 Stamina: 100 Maximum Mana: 50 Current Mana: 0 Defence: 5

Strength: 10 Agility: 10 Speed: 10 Vitality: 10 Intelligence: 10 Wisdom: 10 Charisma: 10 Luck: 10

Your starting power stages are as follows:

Physical aura: Beginner stage Magic Tier: 1st tier

There are also many hidden stats and traits.

Grey watches the goblin warrior intently as his muscles flex and his eyes glow with malice. He doesn't seem particularly surprised by this development, having grown accustomed to seeing those who challenge him become consumed by their own darkness. Without breaking stride, he continues toward the campfire where the others are gathered.

"Foolish child," he growls in reply. "The anger that fills you now will only lead to your downfall." He takes another step forward, closing the distance between them. "But I suppose it makes for an entertaining fight nonetheless." With a sudden burst of speed, he lunges at Grey, aiming a savage punch directly at his torso.

As Grey tackles the goblin warrior and sinks his fangs into its neck, it lets out a chilling shriek that echoes through the cave. The other goblins spring to their feet in surprise, drawing weapons as they prepare for battle. But before any of them can attack, the injured warrior goes limp beneath Grey's grasp. He releases his hold on the dead body and stands up, wiping some blood from his snout.

The goblins charge at him, their small but sharp weapons swinging wildly. Grey sidesteps one blow before spinning around to deliver a powerful kick that sends another stumbling back into the rocky wall. He doesn't wait for them to recover; instead, he continues his relentless onslaught, using every ounce of his strength and agility against them.

As Grey continues to slaughter the remaining goblins with merciless efficiency, it's clear that his rage has only grown stronger since he first arrived on this cursed island. Blood covers his claws and snout as he moves from one victim to the next without pause or remorse. In some strange twist of fate, this brutality seems to bring him a perverse sense of calm; with each goblin that falls beneath his furious assault, his breathing grows more steady and his movements more precise.

Eventually, there are no more goblins left alive in the cave. Grey stands amidst the carnage, panting heavily as he surveys the grisly scene before him. The smell of death fills his nostrils, but still he finds himself strangely at peace with what has transpired here tonight. Perhaps this is what it means to become truly lost in darkness...

You, Grey, cannot help but laugh maniacally at the memory of your past life as the demon of lust and a bloodthirsty monster. The goblins' cries of terror and pain only add to your twisted amusement. It feels almost like a homecoming; this dark, savage side of yourself that you've suppressed for so long. Perhaps it is fitting that you should find solace among these wretched creatures, the ones who share your hatred of mankind and all its petty pretenses at civilization.

As you stand there, lost in thought and the pleasure of slaughter, another group of goblins approaches from down the tunnel leading into the cave. Their approach goes unnoticed for now, as they cautiously make their way forward with weapons drawn and eyes wary. But soon enough, they will learn that today is not their day to live; that it belongs sole

As Grey stands proud and tall with his features becoming more demonic, surrounded by an ominous dark cloud of smoke that coils around him like a snake, he exudes an aura of power and malevolence that sends chills down the spines of the approaching goblins. They hesitate for a moment before charging forward, weapons at the ready. But even from where they stand now, it's clear that this battle will not end well for them.

The smoke swirls around Grey as he begins to move with blinding speed and precision; a whirlwind of claws and fangs aimed directly at his unsuspecting prey. The goblins scream in pain and terror, their thin bodies no match for the brutal force of Grey's attacks. Blood sprays through the air as he continues to tear through them without mercy or remorse. It seems that this battle will be

As Grey moves further and further away from the cave, devouring goblin after goblin, it becomes clear that his insatiable hunger knows no bounds. The horde of goblins who followed him out into the open seems endless; they continue to pour forth from every direction like a torrent of putrid green water. Yet still Grey shows no sign of slowing down, tearing through their ranks with an unstoppable fervor that belies his diminutive size and demonic features.

With each goblin that falls beneath his merciless assault, another takes its place; they seem to appear just as quickly as he can kill them. It's almost as if they are some sort of never-ending horde, summoned forth by an unseen master to serve their dark purposes. Yet Grey does not tire or falter; instead, he seems to grow stronger with each new victim added to his gr

As Grey leaps toward the exit of the cave, his senses heightened by his insatiable hunger, he sees them all: a group of hobgoblins standing guard at the entrance. Their spears and clubs glimmer menacingly in the moonlight as they shout words of warning and challenge to the approaching demonic creature that dares defy their authority. But Grey does not waver; his eyes burn with an unholy fire, driven by a need that can only be sated by the flesh and blood of these pathetic creatures who dare oppose him.

With inhuman speed and agility, he weaves between the oncoming spears and clubs, using every ounce of his demonic strength to tear through their defenses like paper. The air is filled with cries of pain and terror as Grey rips through their ranks without mercy or remorse; for each hobgoblin that

The forest around you is dark and oppressive, thick mist swirling between the towering trees that seem to stretch on forever in all directions. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and wet leaves; an ideal hunting ground for someone like Grey. He steps out into the night, his claws flexing at his sides as he surveys the scene before him. A lone figure darts through the shadows nearby; perhaps a goblin or hobgoblin fleeing from the carnage left in Grey's wake. It doesn't matter. He will find more where that one came from, and soon this entire forest will be his for the taking.

For now, though, there is a more immediate threat to deal with: the settlement not far off in the distance. Its lights twinkle like stars on the horizon, casting long shadows over the ground beneath them. The sounds of laughter and music drift

As Grey approaches the settlement, his heart beats faster with anticipation and hunger. The laughter and music from within only serve to heighten his senses, making the night air seem thick with the sweet smell of terror. He pads silently through the shadows, ducking behind trees and bushes when necessary to avoid detection. His preternatural hearing picks up on the whispers of guards passing by, their words incomprehensible but full of meaning nonetheless.

The closer he gets to the center of the settlement, the more it begins to feel like a beehive; a buzzing mass of activity that barely registers his presence as he slips through unnoticed. Buildings loom tall and grandiose around him, their windows aglow with warm light spilling out onto well-tended gardens filled with flowering plants and beautiful statuary. The scent of roasting me