From Goblin to God

Chapter 16: the Beginning of Retribution

The Sword Saintess’ anger began to wane upon hearing this, and she gradually calmed down, returning to her usual composed self.

“You’re right. I am the blade of the people; I cannot leave you,” she firmly declared.

If she were to leave, the residents of Lighttowne would be vulnerable to another m******e. Furthermore, she had expended significant energy using her Ultimate Sword Skill and needed time to recover.

Seeing that the Sword Saintess had decided to stay, Beck breathed a long sigh of relief. “Thank goodness, finally... finally, I can sleep now,” he muttered before collapsing to the ground.

The battle had been devastating. What was supposed to be a mission to drive away the dragons and rebuild their home had turned into a nightmare.

Over a hundred residents were slaughtered, and many of the surviving women had been violated by the goblins. Even the Sharp Blade Adventurer Squad was annihilated.

“Lowell, I’ve already requested your aid from the royal family. What happens next is up to you. To think goblins captured you... I have no face left to rescue you,” the Sword Saintess coldly remarked before beginning her surveillance, trying to locate where the goblins had emerged.

Compared to the townspeople, she would instead abandon Lowell and the others. However, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t seek vengeance against the goblins. Once the royal knights arrived, she set out to exterminate every goblin tribe in the surrounding Entranched Forest, cleansing the shame of today.

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“Let go of me! You disgusting, lowly creatures!” Lowell’s voice echoed through the forest, filled with rage. His body was paralyzed by poison, rendering him unable to move.

“Captain, what do we do? Will the Sword Saintess come to save us?” Evelria sobbed, dragging herself across the ground like a pile of garbage. She had never been in such a wretched state.

Lowell reassured her, “My master will definitely come. We need to hold on and wait for an opportunity to escape.”

Thus, they were led back to the goblin tribe. Oliver was in charge of cleaning up, ensuring that no traces of their passage remained.

“You’re back? And you managed to capture two humans?” Leah, inside a cage, was shocked. It was hard to believe they had succeeded! Not only had they invaded human territory, but they had also managed to capture humans. Who would have thought that a goblin tribe without even a single high-tier monster could achieve this?

Lowell, still defiant, scoffed, “You're just a bunch of lowly goblins. Once I regain a bit of my strength... what?!”

He was utterly stunned when he saw the scene inside the goblin village.

Elves!

The goblins had enslaved a large number of elves! Even adventurers like them dared not provoke the elf tribes.

“This is bad! There might be a hero-class goblin in this tribe!”

At this moment, Lowell could no longer maintain his defiance. If there was a hero-class goblin, there was little chance they would survive long enough for the Sword Saintess to rescue them.

He watched in horror as the elves, completely naked, were subjected to the goblins’ grotesque advances. Evelria’s pupils shook, her eyes bloodshot. She couldn’t bear to imagine such a thing happening to her—especially as a holy priestess.

“Boss, where are the others? Why is it just you who returned?” Goblin Moon asked curiously.

Oliver sighed, “You don’t know? We encountered a dragon attack. It was chaos, and they all died.”

Goblin Moon and the other second-generation goblins seemed to understand and nodded.

“What!” Lowell’s pupils contracted as cold sweat dripped from his forehead. From Oliver’s words, he realized this goblin was lying—trying to calm the other goblins!

Good heavens!

What kind of intelligence was this? Since when did such a cunning goblin tribe emerge from the Entranched Forest?

As he observed further, Lowell couldn’t detect any hero-class goblins. The boss was just an unusually intelligent goblin, though still low-tier. Intelligence at this high level was difficult to deal with.

“Evelria, have you recovered any strength?” Lowell asked quietly as they were thrown beside a stone.

Evelria shook her head. “The poison is too strong. It will take a while to purge even with my holy constitution, but I’m close.”

Just then, Oliver approached with a cold, wicked grin.

“Heh heh heh, you seem like you’re about to recover, aren't you?”

With that, he bit down on Evelria’s chest, injecting more poison into her, causing her to moan in pain.

“Stop it! You filthy beast!” Lowell shouted in rage.

Hearing this, a second-generation goblin rushed over and slapped him hard. “Don’t yell at the boss!”

Humiliated by goblins! Lowell’s teeth nearly cracked from how hard he was biting down in frustration, but he had no choice but to endure.

“This place is fine. Go hunt for food,” Oliver commanded.

His eyes turned cold as he gazed down at the two figures on the ground, regarding them like bugs.

The chilling look sent a wave of fear through Lowell. “You're an intelligent goblin, aren't you? Haven’t you considered the consequences of capturing us? Surely you know the Sword Saintess’ power?”

“Of course, I’m well aware,” Oliver replied calmly. “The Sword Saintess? She’s my prey as well, but the time hasn’t come yet.”

Though his demeanor remained composed, Oliver’s mind raced, plotting how to handle these two. Killing them outright wasn’t part of the plan, just as they hadn’t killed him before. No, it was time to make them pay, a hundredfold.

When Lowell heard Oliver call the Sword Saintess his prey, he couldn’t help but scoff. “With the likes of you? The Sword Saint would wipe you all out with a single blow!”

“Now, you’ll answer my questions. If you lie or speak out of turn, I can’t promise which part of your body will be left intact.” Oliver pressed his foot down on Lowell’s head, causing him to grit his teeth in anger, his face twisting with rage.

“Tell me, do you enjoy secretly capturing and torturing goblins?” Oliver asked coldly.

Lowell froze. “What?”

Swish!

Oliver’s sharp claws flashed in an instant, slicing off one of Lowell’s ears. Blood spurted, splattering onto Evelria, who was so terrified she nearly wept.

“I didn’t! You asshole! Have you lost your mind?!” Lowell shouted through the pain, but inside, he was trembling. How did this goblin know? Only his team knew of such things. Could this goblin have been watching him all along? It didn’t seem possible.

Swish!

Before he could react further, pain shot through his other ear as it, too, was torn away.

“Stop! I admit it, I did! But what does it matter? You goblins also torture humans—and even eat them!” Lowell confessed, his voice quivering with fear.

Oliver chuckled darkly. “You’re right. But I am a goblin, after all! Goblin Wind, Goblin Crazy, tie him to that rock.”

From a human perspective, what Oliver was doing would seem horrific, but he no longer operated by human morality. His only code was the goblin’s, which meant no morality at all.

“Wait, what are you doing? Stop!” Lowell’s heart pounded, overwhelmed by terror.

Evelria sobbed, “Oh Lord, Holy Mother Mary, please send a miracle and save us!”

But no miracle came. The world would be chaos if there were that many miracles.

“What is wrong with this goblin? He even sees the Sword Saintess as prey. Could it really be possible? Such a terrifying and bizarre creature…” Lowell’s thoughts spiraled as he realized escape was impossible.

Oliver’s gaze shifted to Evelria, the white-robed nun lying nearby. He had once thought she was a kind-hearted soul, but she had proven to be the most depraved. She had castrated him, healed him with magic, and then castrated him again—a true monster in human form.

“You... what are you going to do? No... no…” Evelria stammered, trembling as Oliver approached.

“Oh yes!” Oliver sneered.

“A human nun... so beautiful!” The other goblins cheered, filled with excitement.

Oliver turned to them and said, “Don’t worry, if you join me, you’ll be well rewarded!”

“Piece of s**t! How dare you!!” Lowell’s voice exploded with rage, veins bulging on his forehead as he screamed with every ounce of strength, his saliva spraying in all directions.

Oliver’s lips curled into a slow smile. This was the reaction he wanted from Lowell. He began to lay his hands on the white-robed nun.

Lowell trembled, his anger reaching its peak, but he could do nothing. He shut his eyes, unable to bear the sight.

From a distance, Leah and the others observed the scene. “Does Oliver have some grudge against humans? Everything he’s doing seems driven by revenge,” Leah remarked.

Having spent time with him, Oliver had revealed his real name to her.

“I remember the boss saying something about wanting revenge on humans,” Goblin Moon added.

Cassandra scoffed. “A goblin is still a goblin—evil and filthy by nature. Goblin Moon is the only exception.”

“My dear, I think Oliver is different. Even though we’re prisoners, we don’t have to worry about anything beyond our lack of freedom,” Leah said, her admiration for Oliver clear.

What had sealed her loyalty was the pleasure he gave her during their time together. In the past, even two or three elves couldn’t satisfy her desires. But now, Oliver alone was enough to make her completely obedient. She had fallen deeply for him, utterly captivated by the sensation he brought.