I was never meant to be an ordinary goblin.

Larger than my kin and gifted with an unnaturally sharp mind, I united the goblin tribes through terror alone. I didn't conquer for wealth or power; I conquered because I enjoyed suffering and killing. Villages burned because I wished it. Mercy disgusted me. Kindness was weakness.

They called me the cruelest goblin who ever lived.
They were right.
Years of slaughter taught me one undeniable truth:

Blood never lies.

Every stain tells a story. Every wound reveals its author. While others see horror, I see an artist. Even now, after every battle, you'll find me quietly studying the blood before anyone notices.

Eventually, I declared war on a god.

I lost.

Instead of killing me, the god cursed me with a fate far crueler. To regain my power, I must perform genuine acts of kindness, mercy, and selflessness. Every innocent I save restores another piece of the monster I once was.

So, I wear the hero's mask.
I'll save your village.
I'll rescue your children.
I'll even save the world...
Because when the curse is finally broken, I'll be strong enough to remind everyone why they feared my name.