The reversed gender norms of the Pan Continent are a remnant of the War of Deicide.
This change applied not just to humans, but to monsters as well.
So I knew that female monsters often had stronger sexual desires than males... but I never expected one to go berserk the moment our eyes met.
"Young boy! Stop, gob!"
"Kyaaaaaaah!!!"
"Give me your seed, gob!"
"Don't come at me with those sagging breasts!!"
"I'll be gentle since it's my first time too, gob!"
"I don't need a goblin's virginity!!"
Luckily, I spotted the goblin first. It was also good that I fired my crossbow at the back of its head.
The problem was that my hastily made arrow flew in a strange trajectory and missed. The bigger problem was that when the goblin noticed my position and saw my face, it immediately went into heat.
Seriously, what's with this extreme reaction? Even for a monster that lives and dies by instinct, this is too much!
"Help me, Lidia! At this rate, I'll never be able to get married...!"
"No. You can do it, Yona. Fighting!"
Lidia cheers me on with an expressionless face. That she's only cheering and not actually helping is incredibly annoying.
"Just a little! You could help a little, couldn't you?!"
"I understand, gob! I'll just put the tip in, gob!"
"I wasn't talking to you!!"
I turned around in irritation. And immediately regretted it.
A hooked nose taking up half its face, green skin covered in moles and acne. Its expression, filled with lust, was twisted into something grotesque.
As bad as the face was, the body below was even worse.
Its outfit was open, wearing nothing but a loincloth around its waist. Thanks to this, I could clearly see its sagging breasts dangling like bull testicles on a hot day, and its disproportionately swollen belly on otherwise thin limbs.
Finally, information I really didn't want to know or see: the liquid running down its legs whenever it chased after me...
"Aaaaargh!!"
I couldn't help but scream at the massive psychological damage.
True, since falling into this world, I've never felt a threat to my chastity.
Partly because the women of the Pan Continent are generally beautiful, and partly because my perception and sexual desire remained the same as in my previous life.
But the biggest reason was that I had never been in a truly dangerous situation.
The closest I came to danger was when I was kidnapped by the Twin Dagger Clan... but Lidia rescued me, so it ended without any problems.
But what about now? Right in front of me, an ugly monster that looks like the embodiment of the word "imp" is charging at me with a club, intent on devouring me. And it looks quite strong too.
My spine chills and my buttocks clench involuntarily.
Clear terror. But this quickly transformed into a different emotion.
I'm the original creator, after all. My body might be young, but my mind is that of a grown man. I even have special privileges from being reincarnated, though everyone else died.
So why should I tremble before a mere goblin, not even a dragon?
"You... fucking bitch..."
Anger wells up and burns inside my chest. I'll kill it. I'll definitely kill this goblin...!
Though its appearance was more disgusting than I imagined, looking closely, its running speed is slightly slower than mine.
However, there seemed to be a considerable difference in strength. Even without a proper swing, just waving the club with momentum produced a terrifying sound.
"Goooob! Insult me more, gob! I like rough men who resist, gob!"
"That's disgusting!"
Fortunately, the goblin is careless. Well, it makes sense. Though it fell to monsterdom due to the curse of madness, it gained strength equal to an adult human as a result.
How easy a prey must I look in the eyes of such a goblin? Especially since I'm running away in apparent fear.
...Well, it's not a threat to my life but to my chastity.
If I had to describe it, it's similar to when a cockroach you were carefully trying to catch suddenly flies toward you.
"Ah."
I finally realized. The reason I trembled wasn't fear, but disgust.
Once I got past the physiological revulsion, my mind became surprisingly calm. Conversely, I felt a surge of energy throughout my body, like my blood was boiling.
No. My body must have been like this all along. The current situation requires maximum agility, and if nothing else, I wouldn't lose to a mere goblin in terms of speed.
I pushed hard against the ground with my legs. For a brief moment, I was airborne. During that time, I curled my body and twisted backward.
So that only my body's direction was reversed while maintaining my forward momentum.
"Gob?!"
The goblin flinched in surprise when suddenly faced with me. In that moment, I sprung from my curled position like a coil, pushing off the ground.
Screech-
My first step dragged along the ground, stopping my flying body.
Thud!
My second step accelerated my body again. Toward the goblin.
Surprised but still swinging its club, the creature-
"G-goooob!"
For a reflexive action, it was quite accurate. If it hit me properly, not only would my momentum be broken, but something would break and I'd be rolling on the ground. ...But I just needed to dodge.
Holding my breath, I tilted my body as if about to fall.
In a posture so low I almost touched the ground. Because of this, the club missed its target and swept above my head, crashing into the ground.
Thud!
The club embedded deeply in the earth. Dirt flew everywhere. Taking this as my signal, I lunged forward with the dagger clenched in my right hand.
My target was the arm of the creature, now stiff from just having swung its weapon.
"Hup!"
Squelch.
"Goooooob!!"
Even without using much force, the dagger pierced the green skin without resistance, staining the goblin's upper arm with blood.
I see. So this is what they mean by compensating for lacking specs with equipment. With a sharp weapon, the blade sinks in easily.
Its face contorted with fear and pain. Conversely, my face was probably smiling with the excitement of battle. The roles have reversed. Inwardly chuckling, I extended my leg.
While goblins have many weaknesses, only one would help me now: their poor lower field of vision.
Goblins have short necks, thin limbs, but abnormally swollen bellies. Naturally, it's difficult for them to see below.
Perhaps because its vision was already narrowed from the pain of being stabbed in the forearm, it didn't notice me secretly tripping it.
As I struck its heel with my shoe, I simultaneously applied force to the arm holding the dagger.
Though my strength is unremarkable, it's enough to push over a goblin with one leg lifted.
Thud!
"Guhk!"
The goblin crashed to the ground, hitting the back of its head. Even as a monster, it instinctively tried to transfer the club to its uninjured hand.
"This is mine now."
But my left hand was faster, stealing its club. It wasn't difficult, as there's no more vulnerable moment than when transferring an object from hand to hand.
Having missed both the chance to get up and to swing its weapon again, the goblin surprisingly began begging for its life instead of resisting.
"P-please spare me, gob! It was all my fault, gob. I'll do anything, gob... just spare my life... I don't want to die like this, gob..."
A rather pitiful voice. But that's no reason for me to stop. I pulled the dagger out of its upper arm and stabbed down toward its chest.
Squelch!
Thanks to the sharp blade, the dagger easily cut through skin and muscle. But it got caught on the ribs, only sinking halfway in.
No matter how good the weapon, a dagger thrust with one hand can't easily cut through bone.
The goblin, though in pain, seemed relieved to have survived. In front of it, I ostentatiously raised the club I was holding in my other hand with both hands.
"Just the tip! I'll just put the tip in, so don't worry!"
"Gob?!"
Returning its own words to it, I brought the club down hard. Aiming for the handle of the dagger.
Thud!
With a heavy sound, the dagger that had been stopped by the ribs sank in all the way to the hilt. Its lung must have been pierced too, as it could only make a deflating sound, no longer able to babble.
It twitched slightly and tried to pull out the dagger stuck in its chest.
Squish.
"Stay still."
"...!"
Its hand was stopped, trampled under my foot. Normally impossible given our strength difference. But how much strength could a dying creature have left?
Now all it could do was glare with eyes full of resentment.
...I don't understand why it's making a face like it's been wronged when it brought this on itself.
So, I too stared wide-eyed at the dying goblin until its final moment.
Its trembling and breathing gradually weakened until it finally died with its eyes open. Just to be sure, I pulled the dagger out of its heart and thrust it into the goblin's neck. Got to make sure it's dead.
Slice.
Its head fell off with just a light cutting motion. Grabbing its hair with one hand, I trotted over to where Lidia was.
Then, holding up its head, still frozen in its final expression, I smiled brightly.
"Lidia! Lidia! I won! Goblins aren't such a big deal after all?!"
"......"
"Wow. If I had known the dagger you lent me was that sharp, I would have focused on slashing rather than stabbing. What a shame!"
"......"
"But well... winning is what matters, right?! You knew this would happen, that's why you just cheered me on instead of helping, right? Thank you! Thanks to you, I feel like I understand something!"
For some reason, Lidia was looking at me with an astonished expression. She swallowed once and carefully asked.
"...Yona. Goblins are monsters that maintain a certain level of intelligence. Wasn't it difficult when it begged for its life? Did you feel any compassion?"
"Me?"
"Yes."
"Toward a goblin?"
"Yes."
"Why would I?"
"......"
Lidia closed her eyes tightly. She grabbed my shoulders and spoke in a solemn voice.
"...Yona, you should definitely become an adventurer."
"???"
I don't understand why she's acting like this.