Transmigrated to Game World with SSS Wife

Nick had read a few webnovels in his time. Sure, he spent most of his life playing gacha, but he wasn't blind to the finer pastimes of life. Usually in those books, he would have some kind of system or cheat by now.

He killed some mobs, after all; shouldn't that grant him a level-up?

Obviously not. Just the aura emanating from the Goblinmaster seemed to be destroying his sword.

Cursing his rapidly degrading weapon, Nick backed away from the Goblinmaster as he held his shield high in defense. The Goblinmaster smiled as he followed his prey, his long bat creating sparks as it dragged along the floor.

Unlike the goblins, who were small 3-foot-tall green globs of stupidity, this Goblinmaster was an actual warrior. He stood even taller than Nick–he was at least 6 foot 1. His beer belly hung from his waist lazily, just like the other goblins. However, his arms were dotted with scars and tattoos.

Each one probably signified a victory. 2 tusks rose from the bottom of its smile, almost piercing its Pinocchio nose.

Nick looked into its dark, beady eyes, watching as they filled with life and energy.

A crash soon followed as a table blew apart, sending wood flying everywhere. The Goblinmaster dragged his hammer through the table, not bothering to pick it up. Any straggling wood would just be pulverized by its steps.

Nick instantly knew his puny shield would be worthless. A small part of him wanted to keep it for its fake protection, but he knew better. In this world, he had a lot more mobility options than he did in a regular RPG.

Besides, when he was younger Dark Souls forced him to practice barrel rolls religiously. Looking at his sword, which was decaying rapidly, Nick knew he had to go on the offensive quickly.

Otherwise, this short escapade into this game world would be ended very prematurely.

Nick threw his shield at the Goblinmaster and then rolled behind a table, keeping his distance while also maintaining his vision of the mini-boss. Gripping his sword tightly, Nick steeled any nerves he had. If he made a mistake, he'd die.

This time, he knew that death would be permanent.

A ferocious yell burst from the Goblinmaster's mouth as he tossed the feeble shield aside. Its death-seeking eyes instantly found Nick again, and this time, he threw his club.

Nick wasn't expecting that, but his body moved almost on its own. Rolling at the last second, Nick flinched as the entire wall behind him cracked, threatening to collapse the entire roof on them.

'This dude is fricken crazy!'

Small chunks of the stone roof fell down. Most of them were barely larger than a pebble, so there was nothing to fear. Yet.

But the Goblinmaster was a raging lunatic, rushing through tables to retrieve his club. The entire battlefield had turned into a mess of jagged chunks of wood. Looking to where the old weapon rack was, Nick saw that it had been destroyed as well.

If he didn't kill this stupid oaf soon, it was going to destroy the entire room and cause the walls to cave in. When that happened, his chances of surviving would greatly decrease.

'A roof falling on top of me probably isn't that good for my health.'

Wood began snapping and creaking everywhere. The Goblinmaster had picked up his bat again, already looking for Nick. Keeping himself low, Nick studied the idiot as it looked at him.

He held his sword high and arms loose, ready to pounce at a moment's notice. Where he got these skills from he had no idea, but they were very much welcomed. If he had been his old self...

Nick rolled just moments before the bat struck the ground. The stone floor cracked under the weight of the strike, causing a shockwave that made the walls shake. Paying no mind for safety, Nick took full advantage of this situation.

The mini-boss yanked his bat free the same moment Nick attacked its defenseless body, slicing deep into its side.

Unlike the goblins before it, this one wasn't ready to die after such a measly strike. Instead, it smiled as it looked at Nick, raising his hand.

The next instant he was slapped into the wall. His vision turned dark as he heard cracks snake from behind him. The ceiling was nearly ready to cave in.

In video games, a scenario like this rarely happens. When facing a dragon capable of ending the universe, it was accepted that walls were invincible. For the most part, it was simply too taxing to have too much environmental damage.

That wasn't the case here, of course. Even if there were many game elements, real-world physics still applied.

Meaning, with every movement the Goblinmaster took, it was creating its own grave. Dropping his sword, Nick rolled again, feeling more nimble than ever.

The bat swung into the wall, creating an entire intricate cobweb of cracks running up the wall and across the ceiling of the cave. Just a few more strikes...

Looking behind him, Nick made sure to keep the path to the exit in his mind.

Roaring yet again, the Goblinmaster swung its bat with such viciousness that if Nick didn't dodge at the last second, there wouldn't even be red mist left.

Sadly for the mini-boss, it was facing an opponent who had a brain. Taking full advantage of the combination of real-world physics and game logic, Nick dodged yet again.

He had full mobility, and because he had no weapons equipped his nimbleness was unmatched. The Goblinmaster only knew to attack, so even as it was creating its grave it wouldn't stop.

The last few cracks formed on the ceiling before it collapsed, unable to support its weight anymore. Nick had just left the room an instant earlier, and the Goblinmaster had lunged in an attempt to grab him.

A huge slab of rock fell on its head, instantly shattering its skull and crushing its brain. Many rocks followed, and all that was left was the Goblinmaster's hand. Everything else was buried.

Now that the mini-boss was dead, Nick patiently waited for the signal he leveled up. In some games, a character would let him know; in others, they were lazy and just flashed a message across his screen.

Hopefully it wasn't like Oblivion, where he had to sleep to level up.

He waited a few seconds before feeling hopeless. No kind of signal appeared. Instead, he just had a new objective.

>--< Objective Complete >--<

--(Kill Goblinmaster)--

>--< New Objective >--<

--(Clear Goblin Nest)--

'This is so stupid! Aren't games supposed to level you up as you progress for player retention or some bullcrap!'

A group of goblins came to inspect the ruckus, only to find their food had escaped. Brandishing their weapons as they screamed, the goblins charged.

"Die! Food die!"

'Crap. I threw away my weapon too...'

Unless...

Nick grinned as the rusty sword was summoned from his hammerspace. It looked a lot more worn, and he knew if he looked at his inventory its durability would be nearly depleted. However, for now, it would do its job.

Within seconds of flashing steel slicing flesh, the goblins were dead. He still didn't get the satisfying ding of a level-up, but markers did appear on the walls and behind him and above him. He assumed these were quest markers, showing where the goblins were.

13 left to kill, and then the tutorial quest should be done.