I couldn't believe the sight before my eyes.
Where the goblin leader had been, a perfectly round hole gaped open as if cut cleanly out. No sound came from the bottom anymore.
The two goblins left behind were totally bewildered by the supernatural event. With a dumb "Gi?" they looked around in confusion.
Watching that, my head finally started to calm down.
...That just now.
That was my skill, [Skill: Rearrangement (Change)].
I swapped the monster's footing with the trap's position.
I never thought it would actually work.
The goblins were still confused. This was my chance.
I focused on the skill once again.
Blue highlights lit up in my vision.
On the right side, "Goblin B." And right by that goblin's feet, a "vine trap" stretching out from the wall.
Can I pull it off?
I pictured Goblin B's footing and the vine trap, and prayed inside.
'Switch!'
Right away, countless vines shot up from the ground where Goblin B had stood.
As if alive, they wrapped around its legs and body, pinning it in seconds.
The goblin struggled, but the vines only bit in harder. That made one neutralized.
One left.
The last goblin finally realized something was wrong with its buddies, and came rushing at me with its club raised.
Crap.
That's what I thought, but I didn't panic anymore.
On the path of charging "Goblin C," a little ahead, I saw a highlighted "Bog Trap."
Alright, this is it.
'Switch!'
The moment the goblin stepped forward, the ground turned to mud.
With all that momentum, it lost balance and faceplanted hard into the muck.
With a pitiful scream, the goblin flailed in the mud. It was no threat now.
...I won.
No, I didn't fight.
I just moved what was "there" to where it had been "there."
And that alone made the monsters that had wanted to kill me completely helpless.
This...
This works.
For me, with zero combat ability, this was the ultimate "weapon."
Attack magic? Flashy sword skills? I didn't need them.
What I needed was the "eye to observe" where things were, and the "mind to plan" how to arrange them for maximum effect.
That much, I could do. No—after 20 years as a salesman, analyzing situations and building strategies was my specialty.
"Ha... haha... hahahaha."
Laughter welled up from deep inside.
I thought I had grabbed a rotten spider's thread at the edge of despair. But this skill... maybe it was actually a lifeline from heaven with insane potential.
Calling it a "trash skill" was ridiculous.
This was my one and only, my personal "god skill."
I slowly walked up to the goblin thrashing in the mud.
I picked up a good-sized rock from the ground and gripped it tight.
The fear I'd felt before was gone.
In my heart now burned a clear light of hope.
The laid-off old man's comeback story. With my own hands, I was carving its very first step.