Reincarnated as a goblin, but the mother is a white-haired elf?

Half a quarter of an hour ago.

In the blood mist.

In Oli's eyes, he stared at the figure.

"As long as, as long as he is killed..."

This thought burned in his heart like a raging fire, becoming his only obsession.

He knew that this was not only redemption.

It was also a redemption for his dereliction of duty and an explanation to those innocent brothers who died.

He was already doomed to die, but that didn't mean he couldn't do something bigger.

He dragged his broken body.

Step by step.

He approached with difficulty and determination, as if every step was on the blade.

But fate always seemed to like to play tricks on people.

Just as he was about to touch the mysterious figure.

"Ah"

A sudden pain made him lose his balance.

Bang!

With a plop, he fell heavily to the ground.

Looking back.

He saw that his feet had been eroded by the blood mist at some point, merged into one, and could no longer support his heavy body.

No.

Unwillingness surged into his heart like a tide.

Oli's eyes flashed with determination and madness.

He was unwilling, the goal was clearly in front of him.

Then, death didn't matter, and the credit didn't matter.

He, he wanted to avenge his brothers.

He wanted to see what the monster that killed them looked like!

The magic power surged wildly in his body, turning into a thin shield, trying to resist the erosion of the blood mist.

But.

Even so, the blood mist still corroded one of his hands.

He gritted his teeth and concentrated the magic power on his head, heart and the only remaining hand.

He used all his strength to drag his body forward.

The distance, the distance that was once out of reach but close at hand.

It shortened little by little under Oli's unyielding will.

Finally, when he raised his head with the last bit of strength.

The scene in front of him shocked him so much that he almost stopped breathing - the so-called monster.

It turned out to be a white-haired child floating in the air, with a handsome face and extraordinary temperament.

If it weren't for the heart-pounding blood mist and closed eyes around him.

He almost thought that this was some noble young master who had strayed into the battlefield.

"Hahahaha..."

Oli suddenly laughed out loud, his laughter mixed with madness, confusion and despair.

Even he himself didn't know why he laughed.

But this laughter was particularly harsh in the empty battlefield.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch..."

As the laughter stopped, the light in Oli's eyes gradually dimmed, and finally returned to calm.

The fire of his life was extinguished in endless regret and unwillingness.

And the white-haired child was still floating there quietly.

It seemed that all this noise and turmoil had nothing to do with him.

"So hungry"

At this time, the child whispered softly.

[Congratulations on devouring humans. Based on the effect of your skill "Gluttony", you have gained 1 point of speed]

[Your speed has reached the stage limit and cannot be increased]

[Based on the effect of "Gluttony", 1 point of speed has been stored in the "Gluttony" space]

The voice of the world continued to echo in Ye Yan's mind.

But even so, it couldn't satisfy Ye Yan's ever-expanding appetite.

So hungry.

He vaguely felt that he had eaten a lot of things.

But he was just so hungry.

In the endless darkness.

Ye Yan's senses were completely devoured by an unprecedented hunger.

It was a kind of emptiness that seemed to touch the soul.

It made him feel as if he was in a corner forgotten by the world.

Time lost its meaning here, and space was twisted into chaos.

Only the endless hum of hunger was the only link between him and existence.

In this abyss of despair, a sudden ray of light was like the dawn of salvation.

It penetrated the heavy darkness and brought long-lost hope and warmth.

The light was mixed with an indescribable sweetness,

like the delicacies cooked by his mother in his childhood memories.

It made Ye Yan's heart surge with an inexplicable impulse -

There was food there.

He stood up trembling, and every step seemed to have spanned a thousand years, long and firm.

After an unknown amount of time, when the light finally came within reach, he found himself standing in front of an ancient and mysterious door.

The light that shone through the crack of the door was like an invitation and a temptation that he could not resist.

"Gulong——"

A loud swallowing sound was particularly abrupt in the silence.

Ye Yan slowly pushed open the door, as if he had opened the gate to another world.

Behind the door was an unimaginably spacious room, with a richer, mouth-watering aroma in the air.

In the room, there was only a long table across the center, with seven exquisite chairs surrounding it, each occupying one side.

The rest of the space was so empty that it was palpitating.

It seemed that everything was prepared only for this moment of reunion.

Ye Yan involuntarily stepped forward.

When he came to his senses, he found himself sitting opposite the main seat, with his back to the door that led him here.

On his left and right sides, two people had sat down at some point.

Their figures were shrouded in a thin layer of gray mist, and their faces were blurred.

Like a ghost walking on the edge of a dream, it is both real and unreal.

He looked down at himself and was surprised to find that his whole body was also surrounded by the same gray fog, isolated from the outside world, leaving only a hazy outline.

In the dark and mysterious room, a low but magnetic "yo" sounded quietly.

Like a sigh inadvertently blown by the night wind.

And the owner of the voice was another seat next to Ye Yan.

A woman with a graceful figure and exquisite curves.

"The seat that has been vacant for a long time finally welcomes its new owner."

Her voice was soft but with a power that could not be ignored. Every word was like a carefully carved gem, falling into the deepest part of people's hearts.

"It's still the "gluttony" that has been idle for a long time?"

"Still so small?"

As she spoke, a hint of curiosity and playfulness flashed in her eyes.

As she approached, a slender jade hand gently wrapped in gray mist slowly stretched out, as if wanting to touch Ye Yan's tender face.

However, for Ye Yan.

This seemingly gentle move was like an oasis encountered in the desert.

Hunger surged like a tide, and he could no longer suppress his inner desire.

So, without any hesitation, his small mouth suddenly opened and bit the tempting hand.

But unexpectedly, the hand turned into nothingness the moment it touched.

Only a faint mist was left, and then it returned to its owner as if nothing had happened.

The woman chuckled, with a bit of teasing in her voice:

"Oh, still a little foodie?"

Ye Yan chewed, but failed to taste anything.

The pointed ears drooped in disappointment, looking particularly frustrated.

At this moment.

His eyes were attracted by a crystal clear magic fruit with an attractive luster on the table.

Ye Yan's eyes instantly bloomed with dazzling light.