Lord of the Foresaken

The Summoning Hall ran red with blood.

Reed stood in the center of the carnage, watching as his goblins butchered nobles who had once mocked him. The air stank of iron, burnt flesh, and fear.

Screams echoed as a young lord tried to flee. He tripped on a body—before Shia's dagger found his spine. He didn't even get the chance to beg.

The massacre wasn't a battle. It was a message.

This world gave Reed the weakest rank. The lowest monsters. The worst possible start.

And yet, he stood here, surrounded by corpses.

The system message flashed again.

[You Have Killed Multiple Lords – Infamy Greatly Increased!]

[Goblin Forces Have Instinctively Grown Stronger]

[Loyalty of All Goblins: +10%]

Reed exhaled slowly. His goblins weren't just vermin anymore.

They were evolving.

He looked around. The nobles who hadn't been killed were on their knees, shaking, their fine clothes stained with filth and blood. They had been lords. Masters of warriors. Children of powerful houses.

Now?

They were prey.

One of them, a young woman, looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes. "P-please," she whispered. "You don't have to do this."

Reed knelt down. He grabbed a handful of her golden hair, yanking her head back to meet his gaze.

"I don't," he admitted.

Then he slit her throat.

Her body crumpled to the floor. A final, weak gasp. Then nothing.

The remaining nobles sobbed.

Reed wiped his blade on his sleeve. "I want you all to remember this moment," he said, his voice calm. Cold.

"You spent your whole lives believing you were untouchable. That the system would always protect you. That power was your birthright." He let the words sink in. "You were wrong."

Silence.

Then, one of the lords, a pudgy man drenched in sweat, collapsed onto his hands and knees. "L-Lord Reed," he stammered. "Please… spare us! We'll serve you! We'll—"

Reed grabbed the man's wrist and twisted. Hard.

CRACK.

The noble screamed as his arm snapped at an unnatural angle.

"Pathetic." Reed's voice was devoid of emotion. He stomped on the man's skull. The sobbing stopped instantly.

He turned to the others. "I don't need weaklings."

Shia wiped the blood from her daggers. "What do you want to do with the rest, my lord?"

Reed's goblins stood behind him, watching. Waiting.

He thought for a moment. Killing them all would be easy. But pointless.

He needed resources. A foundation to build upon.

So instead, he smiled.

"Take them as prisoners," he ordered. "Strip them of their wealth. Their titles. Their dignity."

The nobles visibly trembled.

"You wanted a Goblin Lord?" Reed chuckled, his voice dark.

"Then welcome to my kingdom."

The weakest lord had just made history.

And the world had no idea what kind of monster it had just created.