All Chapters of Rise Of A Goblin Starting From FFF Class: Chapter 41
- Chapter 50
58 chapters
Chapter 41 Flintlock
Henry lay still, with his eyes Close.After everything that had happened in the resting room—after the loss of control, the torn clothes, the voice that hadn’t been his—Juliet hadn’t asked a single question. Instead, she had acted swiftly, almost desperately, bringing him back to her home and summoning the village healer without delay.Standing beside the wide, neatly made bed were Juliet and the healer—a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes and weathered hands, the same healer they had encountered on the road to the dueling hall earlier that day. Her presence carried a strange sense of calm, as though chaos itself hesitated around her.The healer stepped back from the bed and straightened, wiping her hands on her robe.“He’s alright,” she said calmly.Juliet stiffened. “He is?” Her voice held restrained tension.The healer nodded once. “He participated in the duel, didn’t he?”“Yes,” Juliet replied, dipping her head slightly.“That explains it.” The healer sighed softly. “I’ve checked h
Chapter 42 Assassin
Henry stepped inside an armory store slowly, his footsteps echoing faintly against the stone floor. The shelves lining the walls were stacked with weapons both familiar and strange—rusted blades, spears with chipped tips, battered shields that had clearly seen too many battles to count. The dim light filtering through narrow windows gave the place a heavy, almost oppressive atmosphere.His eyes scanned the room carefully until they settled on an old man sitting near the back, slouched on a wooden chair. The man’s hair was thin and gray, his face carved with deep wrinkles that spoke of years spent breathing steel and smoke. One sharp eye remained half-open while the other stayed shut, as if he were constantly judging the world with only part of his attention.Henry approached him.“Excuse me, sir,” Henry said politely.“Yeah?” the old man replied, his voice gruff and uninterested, not even bothering to look up at first.“Do you have any flintlock bullets?”The old man finally lifted hi
Chapter 43 Above The Trees
The Assassin waved through the rain of rocks with ease and only a few l seconds later he was already right in front of Henry, with his dagger few meters away from Henry's neck.“Miss, don’t hate me for this,” the Assassin said casually, his voice smooth despite the chaos around them. “Maybe we can go for a drink or two after this?”Henry froze.The blade pressed a fraction closer.Inside his head, panic exploded.'He thinks I’m a girl? What the fuck!'Beards of sweat scrolling down his trembling face, His breathing became shallow. The dagger’s presence sent a shiver through his body, not from pain, but from the undeniable awareness of how close death stood.The Assassin leaned in, studying Henry’s face as though admiring a rare gem.“You’re very beautiful,” he continued, almost thoughtfully. “With a face like that, we could make a fortune together. Party till the military comes”The Assassin stealth vanished, and Henry could finally see the face of his attacker.An average-looking ma
Chapter 44 Regrets
The school bell rang, sharp and metallic, echoing through the corridors of Lexia School.Students poured into the hallways like a restless tide—laughing, complaining, shoving lightly as they hurried to their classes. To most of them, it was just another ordinary day. Another lesson. Another routine.But for Brag, the sound of the bell felt like a countdown.He sat slouched in his chair at the back of Class 2-B, his elbow resting on the desk, fingers tapping nervously against the wood. His eyes kept drifting to the front of the classroom, where Nuela sat quietly by the window.She hadn’t turned around even once.Her long black hair fell straight down her back, unmoving. Her posture was calm, almost relaxed, as if nothing in the world could disturb her. She flipped a page in her book slowly, deliberately.'Too calm' Brag thought.Ever since that day—since the accident, since Henry’s name had become a ghost haunting the halls—something about Nuela had changed. She no longer begged teache
Chapter 45 Slum
Henry arrived at Rufus’s shop just as the late afternoon sun dipped behind the rooftops, casting long shadows across the narrow street. The familiar wooden sign creaked gently above the door, swaying with the breeze. For a brief moment, relief stirred in his chest—until he reached out and pulled the handle. It didn’t budge. “…Shit,” Henry muttered under his breath. He tried again, harder this time, tugging the door with both hands. The door remained stubbornly shut, unmoving. His shoulders slumped as frustration settled in. He leaned closer and noticed a small piece of parchment pinned neatly to the side of the doorframe. Frowning, Henry peeled it off and read the words written in neat, flowing ink. “To my dear customers, I sincerely apologize for the late notice. I have departed on an urgent business trip and will not return for the next four weeks. Thank you for your continued support.” Henry finished reading and let out a long sigh. He folded the paper slowly, as if doing
Chapter 46 Capital Quest
*Knock* *Knock* The sound echoed softly against the wooden door, breaking the stillness of the evening. Henry raised his hand and knocked again, slower this time, his knuckles brushing against the rough surface. His body felt heavy, not from injury, but from exhaustion. He stood there quietly, listening. Approaching footsteps could be heard from inside and soon the door opened. For a brief moment, Juliet simply stared at the figure standing before her, her sharp eyes scanning him from head to toe. Her gaze lingered on his hair first—once fully white, now strangely split between white and brown, as though dessert sand had kissed only half of it. His clothes were wrinkled and dust clinging to the fabric. Yet despite his disheveled appearance, his face looked… fine. Too fine. No wounds or bruises. That alone made her uneasy. “What the hell happened to you, Henry?” Juliet asked sharply. She stepped aside and turned away, leaving the door open. Henry didn’t hesitate. He steppe
Chapter 47 Vorden
“Finally… here we are.” Juliet let out a soft breath as the two carriages came into view at the edge of the wide stone road. The morning sun reflected faintly off the iron rims of the wheels, and the sound of merchants arguing over crates echoed in the air. One carriage was large and heavy, its back stacked with sealed wooden boxes, sacks of grain, and chests marked with the merchant’s insignia. The second carriage, positioned at the front, was slimmer and clearly meant for passengers. That one was reserved for the escorts—those hired to ensure the merchant and his goods reached their destination safely. Henry followed Juliet without complaint, his eyes quietly scanning their surroundings. They greeted the merchant before climbing into the front carriage. Inside, the space was modest but well-kept. Four cushioned seats faced one another, two on each side. The leather smelled new, and the windows were clean enough to see the busy road outside. Henry and Juliet sat side by side,
Chapter 48 Wolves Attack
“Here.”Juliet spoke softly as she handed Henry a small bundle wrapped in cloth. When he unfolded it, several loaves of bread were revealed, their faint warmth still lingering.“Thanks,” Henry replied, giving her a small nod.Juliet passed loaves to Wednesday and Vorden as well. Wednesday accepted hers with a polite smile and a quiet word of thanks, while Vorden simply took the bread, tore a piece off, and began chewing without much thought.The carriage rolled onward through the stone road, the sound of wooden wheels echoing into the distance. Time passed quietly. Conversation faded as night crept in, the sky darkening until stars dotted the heavens above. The forest on both sides grew denser, trees closing in like silent observers.Before anyone realized it, the day had slipped away completely.Then the carriage slowed and stopped.Everyone inside swayed slightly as the sudden halt broke the steady rhythm of the journey.“Why did we stop?!” the merchant’s voice rang out from outside
Chapter 49 Merchant Reward
The carriage lantern swayed gently above them, its dim yellow light casting long, trembling shadows across the road and into the surrounding bushes. Beyond that fragile circle of light, the forest was nothing but darkness.A sudden rustle cut through the silence, and before anyone could react, a shadow burst out from the bushes.A wolf lunged straight toward Wednesday and Juliet, its body low and fast, eyes glowing faintly as it moved into the lantern’s reach. Unlike the others, this one was leaner, its movements sharper, desperation driving every step.“Another one!” Wednesday shouted.She didn’t hesitate, her fingers released the bowstring.*Thwip—!*The arrow screamed through the air, aimed straight for the wolf’s head. But the creature twisted mid-leap with shocking agility, the arrow grazing past its ear before vanishing into the darkness behind it.The wolf snarled, landing heavily, claws digging into the dirt.It didn’t retreat.Instead, it sprang again—this time aiming straigh
Chapter 50 A Dream
The merchant’s house stood near the inner district of the capital, far from the noise of the main roads and crowded markets. Tall stone walls surrounded the estate, their surfaces worn smooth by time, lanterns mounted at even intervals casting a steady golden glow across the courtyard. As the carriage rolled through the gates, the iron doors closed behind them with a low, echoing clang.Several maids hurried forward the moment the carriage stopped. They wore simple uniforms, their movements practiced and efficient. Without needing to be told, they began unloading the merchant’s goods—crates of supplies, wrapped fabrics, sealed chests—lifting them with surprising strength and coordination.“Welcome home, Master,” one of the maids said with a polite bow.The merchant nodded, exhaustion clear on his face. “Make sure everything is taken inside. Our guests will be staying here”The maids bowed again, already moving.Henry stepped down from the carriage and glanced around. The courtyard wa