"One day, was one day too much to ask for things not to go wrong." sighed Omba the Chief and leader of his tribe. A headache was coming on.

  Sitting upon his wooden throne he remembered when his troubles began.

  It all seemed like a great deal when the system came and offered for him and his tribe to be part of the tutorial. All he had to do was kill some pesky trial takers and his tribe and especially him would be greatly rewarded. He had grasped for the juicy berry without seeing the thorns.

  From the moment he had entered the tutorial area him and his tribe had been set upon by all forms of various monsters. He couldn't find the trail takers anywhere and Slilb that two timing backstabber had been plotting to take his place from the start.

  Unfortunately he couldn't just kill the little weasel he needed his strength to face the threats of the tutorial and too be honest what kind of goblin was not on some level greedy. That was one of the things he looked for in a subordinate.

  Why when he was younger he was not called Big Chief Omba but little Omba. He had to pry the position of chief from the cold dead hands of the guy before him.

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  He knew that from the moment he picked up the mantle he would have to deal with the greed and envy of those under him. You either dealt with it or you became the stepping stone for the next guy.

  But back to the reason he had a headache coming on. He had just gotten a report that all the giant rats they had been breeding had just been burnt to a crisp.

  He didn't once believe the story presented by Grubnix of his valient defence of the pack but forced retreat from none other than a troll that breathed fire of all things. He well knew that trolls and fire did not mix well together.

  He was half the mind to feed Grubnix to Scruffles but unfortunately despite his wild embellishments he had brought him valuable information. A possible location of trial takers.

  Best just to reassign him to a place where his lazy tendencies would not be a problem. Some place further from camp. Who knows maybe the wildlife would take care of Grubnix for him.

  Having made up his mind Big Chief Omba called for his retinue. A sniveling assistant entered the tent.

  "You called Big Chief." The assistant croaked while bowing.

  "Yes. Send out scouts around the rat breeding grounds. Search the area. When you find the trial takers kill them. That is all."

  "Yes, Big Chief." the assistant said and hurried off in a rush to carry out his chief's orders.

  Big Chief Omba sat back in his throne thinking then of all the rewards he would earn when the trial takers were dead.

  "Finally this cursed tutorial will be over and I will be rightful rewarded."

  He raised his head and cackled long and hard.