Chapter 77 - The Goblin's Fall and the Awakening of a King
Long, long ago…
Even back in the early archives of Exodia1, there had only been whispers. Faded scrolls. Fragments of legend.
They called them the Guides of Souls.
You see, goblins weren't monsters to begin with. Not really. They were NPCs—part of an ancient race, almost divine. They used to help the lost. Soothe the dead. Lead wandering spirits to peace.
But at some point… they changed.
They started twisting souls. Playing with them. Even feeding on them to grow stronger.
That brought ruin, a terrible one.
Their power—everything they had built—was sealed away.
Into a single artifact … The Goblin Mask.
No one remembered who did it. Not even the oldest records could say.
But one thing was certain.
From that day on, goblins were no longer guides. No longer protectors. They became beasts—dim, degraded, driven only by hunger.
And so, their story… was quietly buried.
Just old words in forgotten books.
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