From Goblin to God

Chapter 17: Rare Goblin Breed

“Mother, why are you siding with the goblin?” Cassandra asked, her eyes filled with frustration.

Leah, still showing her infatuation with Oliver, replied, “Child, you don’t understand now, but one day you’ll see the goodness in Oliver.”

However, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes as she spoke. This was the only strategy she had left—to win Oliver’s sympathy and secure freedom for everyone. Only then would there be a chance to escape.

Hours later, Oliver finally finished his mating.

“Goblin Wind, Goblin Crazy, hold that one’s eyes open,” Oliver commanded with a look of satisfaction, admiring his handiwork.

The two goblins, taller than the average by a full head, immediately obeyed. They were determined to inflict as much despair and pain as possible. Both were Oliver’s offspring, far stronger than regular goblins and were on the verge of evolving into high-tier goblins. Oliver planned to raise them as his lieutenants.

In goblin society, there were no familial bonds like in human cultures. Goblins didn’t acknowledge fathers or mothers but instead recognized a leader. If ordered to kill their parents or relatives, they would do so without hesitation.

“Ah! You damned goblin! You fucker! I’ll kill you! I’ll make sure the royal knights wipe out your entire tribe!” Lowell roared in fury, veins bulging on his forehead and neck. But no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

“Captain, I’m fine. The Lord will protect us,” Evelria managed to whisper through the pain. Her once-pristine nun’s robe was now covered in dirt.

Lowell’s heart ached to see her like this. She was his childhood friend, someone he had known since their days at the Holy Church. Now, she was hurt in this state.

Oliver’s eyes remained cold and unfeeling. The torment he had suffered before wasn’t any less than what they were enduring now. But for Evelria, her suffering might even feel like salvation compared to what Lowell was going through—an endless agony worse than death.

Nearby, Lowell screamed for them to stop, blood trickling from his throat as he shouted, “Stop!!!” But it was all in vain. He could only watch helplessly as the goblins exacted their revenge.

At that moment, Goblin Crazy began to evolve, reaching the necessary level. His body grew to around 5 feet 7 tall, and his once thin arms and legs now bulged with muscle. He had evolved into a “Goblin Warrior,” a high-tier species.

[Goblin Crazy: Lv33 | Species: Goblin | Occupation: Warrior | Title: Child of Elves, Blessed by the Gods, Monster Slayer | HP: 470 | Strength: 142 | Defense: 168 | Skills: Venom, Stone-like Skin, Silent Step, Climbing, Iron Will, Giant Fangs, Mountain Physique, Battle Cry | Equipment: Basic Iron Armor, Basic Longsword | Combat: 500]

As a second-generation goblin, Goblin Crazy inherited several random skills and learned many abilities from hunting monsters. His most special ability was “Battle Cry,” a unique skill for goblin warriors that could temporarily stun other creatures, though it was ineffective against stronger beings. Combat prowess wasn’t measured by attributes alone but by how one performed in battle.

Looking at Goblin Crazy’s stats, even Oliver was surprised. The second-generation goblins were evolving quickly, and their stats were impressive. Soon, they would rival his own abilities.

“Goblin Wind, Goblin Crazy, take the others and continue hunting monsters. Eat as much flesh as possible to level up and evolve,” Oliver ordered.

These second-generation goblins could gain experience just by eating, and once they hit level thirty, they would evolve into high-tier goblins. Oliver planned to build an army of evolved goblins to dominate the Entranched Forest.

His recent investigations had revealed that there were seven goblin tribes in the forest. Apart from the Bloodfang Tribe in the west, the others posed no threat. The Bloodfang leader was a high-tier goblin and was on the verge of evolving into a hero-class goblin, with over three hundred members in the tribe. They were the only real challenge.

For now, leveling up the tribe members was the best course of action.

“Yes, boss!” The goblins set off in a massive group, sweeping across the land from the southern to the northern edge of the forest.

Oliver then turned his gaze to Evelria, who lay near death on the ground. Searching her body, he found a red potion, likely a healing elixir.

He wasn’t about to let her die so quickly.

“Why are you saving me, you demon?” Evelria asked in pain.

Before she could finish her words, Oliver quickly bound her, just like Lowell, to prevent her from escaping.

At that moment, Lowell began to panic, desperately trying to escape. However, Goblin Moon continued injecting poison into him, keeping him paralyzed the entire time.

He realized his turn had come.

“Relax, breathe deeply, dizziness is perfectly normal,” Oliver sneered as he removed Lowell from the rock.

They wandered through the forest for a while before Oliver stopped at a crude furnace, where he began crafting makeshift torture tools. He planned to repay Lowell for the torment he had endured—hundredfold.

“You’re just a goblin! How can your mind be so twisted and cruel?!” Lowell’s eyes trembled as he stared at the crude but ominous torture devices. Terror filled his mind as he stammered, “Wait, this is completely unsanitary! What if it gets infected? Stop, stop! Aaaah!”

His screams filled the forest as Lowell experienced firsthand what it meant to suffer a fate worse than death. The same tortures he once inflicted on monsters were now upon him.

Hours later, the torment ended.

“Monsters! You’re all monsters! Captain, hang in there!” Evelria sobbed uncontrollably, unable to look at Lowell, fearing that his shame might drive him to despair and take his own life.

Lowell lay on the ground, covered in blood, his fate uncertain. Whether dead or alive, he was quickly bound again, marking the end of Oliver’s vengeance, which had now calmed his rage considerably.

His mind now shifted toward preparing for the inevitable retaliation from the humans, although he wasn’t too worried about them finding the goblin camp anytime soon.

“Boss, we’re back! We’ve wiped out the surrounding monsters, and almost everyone has evolved into high-tier goblins!" Goblin Wind’s voice rang out from the distance.

A group of grotesque goblins emerged from the shadows, each with unique forms due to their evolutions’ different paths. There were many branches of high-tier goblins beyond just warriors.

Oliver’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. With such a force, he could now target and crush the Bloodfang Tribe, capturing their leader to create a third generation of goblins. Third-generation goblins required a goblin hero as a progenitor for significant power boosts.

The Bloodfang Goblin, though still a high-tier goblin, would evolve easily under Oliver’s guidance.

He took stock of the newly evolved goblins.

There were 50 goblin warriors, boasting impressive attack and defense stats, though relatively average overall. Additionally, 20 goblin assassins had evolved. Their bodies remained small, around 4 feet, with darkened skin that made them adept at stealth. Their pointed ears were longer and sharper, and their once-red eyes had turned a haunting shade of green. Goblin Wind had also evolved into a goblin assassin.

[Goblin Wind: Lv31 | Species: Goblin | Occupation: Assassin | Title: Child of Elves, Blessed by the Gods, Cunning Hunter, Monster Slayer | HP: 300 | Strength: 130 | Defense: 80 | Skills: Night Stealth, Lethal Strike | Equipment: Basic Iron Armor, Basic Shortsword | Combat: 450]

While Goblin Wind’s stats were lower than the goblin warriors, his overall combat power was greater because assassins were far trickier to deal with in battle. They could take down an opponent with a single strike from the shadows.

In addition to the warriors and assassins, there were a few goblin priests and one rare, sinister goblin. The priests could heal the entire group, while the sinister goblin had a reputation for being particularly dangerous.

“Damn, I wish I could evolve into a sinister goblin. Unfortunately, I can’t evolve into a high-tier goblin. I’ll have to ascend straight to godhood,” Oliver muttered with frustration. He was more interested in becoming a sinister goblin than a god of goblins, finding the former far more exciting.

[Sinister Goblin: Lv30 | Species: Goblin | Occupation: None | Title: Child of Elves, Blessed by the Gods, Monster Slayer, Strong Vitality | HP: 200 | Strength: 71 | Defense: 44 | Equipment: Basic Iron Armor, Basic Shortsword | Combat: 150]

The sinister goblin’s combat power was laughably weak, but its skills were highly coveted.

“You all head back. I’m going to take this sinister goblin into the forest for a little... discussion,” Oliver ordered with a sly grin.

He led the sinister goblin deep into the dark, Entranched Forest.

“Boss!” A shriek rang out, followed by the sound of scattering birds.

“A one-in-a-million chance! How could I let this opportunity slip by?” Oliver growled as he devoured the sinister goblin, tearing it apart piece by piece and consuming every bit of its flesh. He absorbed all of its skills with each bite, leaving nothing behind.

Evolving into a sinister goblin was nearly impossible for a high-tier goblin, so Oliver killed the creature and claimed its powers for himself.