Chapter 4: Establishing Authorities
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“Hey, you! Where’s the iron weapon? If you don’t bring it soon, I’ll eat you!”
Gripping a stone spear, the goblin lieutenant stomped over, irritation evident in his voice. The wild boar they had eaten earlier wasn’t enough, and the tribe was still hungry.
His eyes locked on Oliver with murderous intent, drool slipping from his lips at the thought of eating him.
Golbin Moon quickly explained, “Just wait a bit longer. Making iron weapons isn’t easy, but we are working on it.”
“Hurry up, hurry up!”
The stone spear goblin ignored her and shoved Golbin Moon to the ground, waving his spear angrily.
Oliver’s expression turned cold. With a sneer, he said, “Here it is. The iron weapon is ready. Take a look at this.”
In an instant, a cold glint flashed!
He pulled out a short sword. Though it was considered a short sword, it was about a meter long and so heavy that he had to drag it along the ground.
“Huh?”
At his words, the surrounding goblins rushed over, excited. A sword meant they could hunt for meat and capture higher-level creatures to mate with! Especially the elves in the north, whom the goblins often spied on, imagining... well, you know.
The stone spear goblin froze briefly; his face lit up excitedly. He quickly turned and shouted toward the gray-black hut, “Boss! Iron weapon! It’s an iron weapon!”
Swish!
Suddenly, a cold flash cut through the air, and the goblin’s shout was silenced.
Both his spear and body were sliced neatly in two.
Blood and organs spilled everywhere! Oliver had fully swung the iron sword, cutting the goblin in half. He’d had enough of this guy.
He reminded him of his old boss, who made his life miserable by nagging him over everything.
Staring at the corpse on the ground, Oliver felt an overwhelming satisfaction!
“He killed a goblin!”
In an instant, chaos erupted through the tribe.
The goblins surrounding Oliver snatched up their weapons, their faces twisted in fury as they bared their teeth.
If they all charged at Oliver, they’d likely leave nothing of him behind, not even a strand of hair.
Golbin Moon trembled in fear. “What do we do, boss? I’m scared.”
“Don’t worry, that cunning old goblin won’t let anything happen to us,” Oliver replied confidently.
Sure enough, a staff tapping the ground echoed from behind.
The goblin priest slowly emerged, activating his skill “Summon.” Instantly, all the goblins fell silent.
“Heh heh, it is an iron weapon. Very good. But I want more. I want iron armor, too,” the priest said.
“Sure, but I’ll need help to make it,” Oliver replied. He planned to have others search for iron ore while he stayed in the tribe, where it was safer.
The goblin priest paused momentarily before using his summon skill again, appointing Oliver as a small leader.
Now, he could manage thirty goblins.
Although the number wasn’t large, Oliver accepted it. Asking for more would only make the priest suspicious.
“Thank you, boss,” Oliver said, deliberately flattering the priest, making the old goblin believe he had submitted.
The priest returned to his hut, which no one was allowed to enter—those who did have already become food for devouring.
“Boss, wait... I’m in so much pain...”
Now dragging half his body, the goblin lieutenant desperately crawled across the ground, hoping the priest would save him.
After all, goblins were notorious for their resilience.
Suddenly, a force slammed into his head as Oliver stomped his face into the dirt.
The other goblins froze, fear creeping in. In this primitive society, power ruled, and Oliver’s ruthless dominance terrified them. But it wasn’t enough!
Oliver glared at the goblin beneath him with cold contempt, then ripped off one of its arms and began chewing it!
The goblin died in terror and agony.
Faced with this relentless version of Oliver, the other goblins cowered, their thoughts of rebellion crushed as they avoided his gaze.
Even goblins don’t eat their kind alive!
Oliver allowed Golbin Moon to eat him first, then kicked the rest of the body toward the other goblins. “Go ahead and eat.”
In an instant, the goblins swarmed the remains, devouring them clean.
When they couldn’t catch prey, they often starved, eyeing each other hungrily.
Finally, having something to eat, none of them hesitated.
“Boss, you’re amazing! That was terrifying! My legs went shaking,” Golbin Moon exclaimed, her eyes full of admiration.
Oliver smiled calmly. “Don’t worry, that was just the first day. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
“What should we do now, boss?”
The goblins asked, still clueless.
Hearing this, Oliver nearly fainted. “Just call me Oliver. Don’t call me ‘boss.’”
He punched the goblin who had first called him “boss.” Sometimes, you had to show them who was in charge, like training a dog.
After a brief moment of thought, Oliver spoke again. “Do you want iron weapons?”
“Yes, Oliver!”
The goblins’ eyes lit up at the mention of iron weapons.
“Do you want to mate with humans?!”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Do you want to eat your meat until full?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want to mate with elves?!”
“More than anything! Ahhh, elves!!!”
In just a few sentences, Oliver whipped the goblins into a frenzy. They were so fired up that they’d probably die for iron weapons if asked.
They all raised their arms, chanting his name.
No one noticed the goblin priest’s eyes staring at Oliver from the darkness of his hut, filled with a complex expression.
Once the goblins were excited enough, Oliver gave his orders. “All of you, find as many rocks as possible. The more, the better!”
“Oliver, why are we looking for rocks?”
One goblin scratched its head in confusion.
Another goblin said, “It’s because Oliver likes smashing walnuts with rocks!”
“I think your head looks like a walnut. This is part of the iron-making process; now hurry and get to it!” Oliver snapped.
Explaining what iron ore looked like was pointless; they wouldn’t understand.
They’d have to bring some back so he could show them the difference.
Besides, he wasn’t the one searching, so he could make them do it however he wanted.
If goblins lacked anything, it wasn’t numbers.
After two days, one goblin finally found a piece of iron ore.
In the following days, all the goblins searched relentlessly, but they found very little despite turning over every stone.
As expected, iron ore, such a rare resource, was highly coveted by intelligent species.
It seemed Oliver would have to seize the elves’ iron mine in the future.
“Nearly ten days, and this is all we’ve got? It’s barely enough to make ten daggers,” Oliver muttered bitterly as he looked at the small pile of ore.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. If they couldn’t make that many swords, they could make spears! At least fifty spearheads!
Sturdy wood could be used for the shafts.
They could easily take down the elves’ iron mine with fifty spears and fully arm themselves. No creature within ten kilometers would dare mess with their tribe!
It took another day to build a clay furnace to melt the iron.
The other goblins worked on breaking the ore into smaller pieces.
“You lot, come here and stoke the fire properly. If the flames die down, I’ll throw you into it!” Oliver barked. The melting point of iron was over 2,500 degrees, so the fire needed to be strong.
The firelight illuminated the tribe throughout the night!
While the iron was smelted, Oliver trained two goblins in blacksmithing and mold-making. He wasn’t about to exhaust himself doing everything alone.
Turning to Golbin Moon, Oliver asked, “What kind of weapon do you want?”
As the first female goblin in history, she needed a weapon and basic armor.
Caught off guard, Golbin Moon stammered, “I... I don’t know.”
“You said you like the moon, so I’ll make you a crescent blade.”
With everything ready, Oliver prepared to use the Life Simulation System again.
Now was the perfect time.
Sitting down, he glanced toward the central hut.
That old goblin priest would likely try to kill him once the weapons were ready.
He needed to prepare thoroughly.
“System, start the life simulation.”
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