From Goblin to God

Chapter 5: Killing the Goblin Priest

[The Life Simulation System is starting—current scenario: Iron Weapon Forging.

You collected some iron ore in ten days and crafted fifty iron spears. Your authority in the tribe has far surpassed that of the Goblin Priest.

The goblins have even started calling you “Boss.”

The powerful Goblin Priest cannot accept this and plans to kill you to regain his dominance.**

(Option 1: Plot to kill the Goblin Priest and take control of the tribe, Score: 20)

(Option 2: Flee the tribe, score unchanged)

(Option 3: Surrender your authority and submit to the Goblin Priest, bide your time and wait for the right moment, Score: 10)

Escaping was out of the question. After putting in so much effort, leaving now would be a considerable loss. Besides, leaving the tribe would likely mean death in the enchanted forest. As for submission, how could I ever avenge myself? I can't afford to wait too long.

You should choose the first option. After all, the Life Simulation System is designed for trial and error, right? If I fail, I’ll learn from it and be better prepared next time.

[You decided to make a bold move, poisoning the Goblin Priest’s food. However, the Goblin Priest outsmarted you. Cautious as ever, he fed the food to his pet rat first. Your assassination attempt failed, and you were gravely injured while trying to escape.

You survived by hiding in the enchanted forest for three months, mating with any creature you could catch, regardless of size or species. Six months later, you evolved into a Big Goblin type, a Goblin Warrior, and formed a goblin tribe of over one hundred members.

Every goblin in your tribe is equipped with iron weapons and armor, making them extremely powerful. You return with your army to kill the Goblin Priest and take Goblin Moon.

Afterward, you learn through various sources that the bearded man’s warrior group is stationed in Lighttowne in human territory. You gathered your forces and planned a surprise attack.

Unfortunately, on the same day, the Sword Saintess was visiting to celebrate her student Lodel’s birthday. You suffered heavy losses and only managed to escape with Goblin Moon thanks to a magic spell you redeemed from the system.

Six months later, you established a medium-sized goblin tribe with three hundred goblins and were on the verge of evolving into a hero type with three powerful goblin subordinates. Goblin Moon had also grown significantly stronger and had become quite beautiful. … The current life simulation has reached the maximum duration of one year and is ending forcibly.

Summary: You progressed quickly through hard work but suffered setbacks due to bad luck. May the gods bless you.

The current life simulation is complete with a score of 50/100 and a reward of 50 Life Points. Duration: 365 days. Would you like to travel to the final stage of the simulation? If you refuse, changes cannot be made.]

Oliver frowned slightly. Overall, evolving into a Big Goblin type and even almost becoming a hero type wasn’t bad. However, failing to kill the bearded man significantly slowed down his progress.

Attacking the bearded man now would be pointless. If I crossed over to a year later, he would already be prepared, making it nearly impossible to kill him.

Ultimately, the Life Simulation System is for trial and error, a way to learn from failure. Since this attempt wasn’t perfect, I can try again in ten days.

Oliver snapped back to reality. For now, his focus was on dealing with the cunning Goblin Priest. Poisoning hadn’t worked so that brute force would be the only way.

He used all 50 Life Points to redeem experience points. His level cap was only 10, so he’d need to continue devouring strong monsters or find another way to grow stronger.

Humans? Capturing one would be too risky. Elves? Even more so. Monsters were hard to hunt down. His only option was the female goblin, Goblin Moon.

After briefly hesitating, Oliver said, "Goblin Moon, I have something to discuss with you. Let’s go to the forest."

“Sure, boss!” Goblin Moon jumped up eagerly, waving her little hands joyfully as she followed Oliver into the dark woods.

As they ventured farther, the surroundings grew quieter. The eerie silence of the unknown made Goblin Moon nervous. She looked around warily, trembling, “Boss, how far we have to go?”

“Goblin Moon, what do you think of me as your boss?” Oliver stopped and turned to face her, his gaze steady.

Goblin Moon seemed confused but answered thoughtfully, “Although we haven’t been together long, I think you’re a kind goblin. There’s no one better than you in this world.”

Upon hearing this, Oliver suddenly pushed Goblin Moon against a tree, pinning her.

He yanked off the robe she wore.

“Boss, no! What are you doing?” Goblin Moon panicked, trying to grab her robe, but was too weak to stop Oliver.

Oliver could see her in the moonlight. She looked nothing like the male goblins. She had no significant, exaggerated head or a long, pointed nose. She had sharp teeth, pointy ears, green skin, and short, pink hair barely reaching her shoulders. Her eyes were golden, filled with panic and shyness.

She was tiny, like a little doll.

“Who would’ve thought a goblin could look this cute? Sorry, Goblin Moon, but this is for our survival!” Oliver almost found himself mesmerized.

Goblin Moon, feeling self-conscious, stammered, “Boss, do I look strange?”

Oliver, his eyes clouded with desire, gazed deeply into hers. “No, you’re the most beautiful goblin girl I’ve ever seen. Your eyes are like stars. Can you help me get stronger? I’ll return you a gift.”

“Boss, what do you mean? If there’s nothing else, I’d like to go back to sleep soon,” Goblin Moon said bashfully, her green cheeks blushing slightly.

Oliver ignored the pleasantries. “Goblin Moon, it’s time for you, as my subordinate, to help your boss. Are you ready?”

“I—I don’t know, maybe,” Goblin Moon stuttered, her heart racing.

Suddenly, Oliver pulled her into his arms, feeling her warm breath. His eyes shifted nervously as if afraid.

Before she could say anything, Oliver kissed her, cutting off her words. She tried to resist, whimpering, but she was no match for him.

When the Gods’ Blessing took effect, even a female goblin couldn’t resist. She surrendered completely.

By dawn, Oliver carried the weakened Goblin Moon back to the tribe. He still had work to do; the iron in the furnace needed tending.

Luckily, the goblins he had trained weren’t entirely useless. They had successfully refined the ore multiple times, removing many impurities.

It was almost ready for weapon crafting.

Oliver began crafting iron armor to protect Goblin Moon’s chest and back. A smaller weapon would be fine for her. He left the rest of the spears to the other goblins to forge.

“Goblin Moon, you’re still lying around? Try this on,” Oliver said, tying two iron plates together with rope and taking them over to her.

But she was still fast asleep in her grass bed, resting soundly.

Oliver shrugged. Since she’s asleep, I might as well check my stats.

[Small Goblin: Lv7 (Max Lv 14) | Species: Goblin | Career: None | Title: Lowborn Goblin, Blasphemer, Blessed by the Gods, God to be | Strength: 10 | Defense: 9 | Health: 40 | Skills: Gene Devouring | Equipment: None | Combat: 65]

His stats had improved significantly, but it still wasn’t enough. What were these titles about, anyway? Unfortunately, the system didn’t provide explanations.

Oliver frowned. Why had his level cap only increased by 7?

This was worse than mating with a wild boar, monkey, or rabbit. At least mating with them would have increased the level cap by 10.

For a legendary female goblin, this result was disappointing.

“Seven levels... seven times... Ah! I understand now!” Oliver thought, a sudden realization dawning on him.

He looked at the sleeping Goblin Moon with a wicked smile.

“B-Boss, what are you doing now? Ugh...”

Groggy, Goblin Moon woke up from her dream.

“Just as I thought!” Oliver’s eyes gleamed with excitement. If he completed one mating session with a female goblin, his level cap would increase by one, with no limits! Other creatures, however, had a cap.

For example, no matter how often he mated with wild boars or monkeys, the level cap would only increase by 10.

Mating with a human or elf would raise the level cap by 20 and greatly enhance talents.

He would need to devour the flesh of powerful creatures to go beyond that.

In simple terms, each female of a species was a tool for goblins to increase their level of potential, while the flesh of other creatures served as experience points.

That day, Oliver raised his level cap to 25!

Exhausted, he collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep. This wasn’t his limit—it was the limit of his goblin body.

When he woke, he found himself being lifted high by the goblins.

“Oliver! Oliver!”

Cheers and celebration echoed all around him.

Oliver quickly realized the iron spears had been completed.

“Oliver, we’ve finished making the iron weapons! Is it time to attack the elves now?” one goblin asked excitedly.

But Oliver shook his head. “First, we need to cut down some long, sturdy wood. The more, the better. Get everyone moving!”

The spearheads were ready, but they still needed shafts.

The real reason was to get all the goblins out of the way.

Once they had left to search the forest, Oliver turned to the gray-black hut.

With all the goblins around, it would be impossible to attack the Goblin Priest. His “Summon” skill would give him control over the entire tribe.

“Fifty Life Points can be exchanged for fifty experience points. I wonder if that’s enough to max out my level,” Oliver thought, exchanging all his points simultaneously.

His level maxed out immediately, with 20 experience points left over. It hit him—levels required fewer points early on but much later.

He rechecked his stats:

His health had reached 120, his strength was 20, his defense was 11, and his combat power was 150.

Far from matching humans or monsters.

He wasn’t as strong as the Goblin Priest, who had evolved into a Big Goblin type.

“Damn, goblins are so weak. I guess I’ll have to rely on equipment,” Oliver muttered.

He donned his makeshift armor and wielded the crescent blade.

Instantly, his strength rose to 50, and his defense reached an impressive 30, bringing his overall power slightly above the Goblin Priest’s 200.

Killing him would be no problem.

To his surprise, the Goblin Priest came out of his hut, his voice cold as he asked, “Where have all the goblins gone?”

“Boss, I sent them to gather materials for making more iron weapons,” Oliver replied, pretending to flatter him.

The Goblin Priest narrowed his eyes but only grunted in response, turning to leave.

This was Oliver’s chance to strike.

“Boss, I’ve just finished crafting this weapon. Why don’t you take a look?”

“Oh? Bring it here,” the Goblin Priest replied, intrigued, stopping in his tracks.

Oliver was about to pull an assassin’s creed move!

His victory would be guaranteed if he could catch the old goblin off guard. The priest was old and frail; a couple of strikes would be enough to kill him.

Holding the crescent blade, Oliver slowly approached.

The Goblin Priest’s eyes were fixed on the weapon, but the priest spoke just as Oliver was a step away.

“Put the blade down. I’ll come get it myself.”

Oliver’s heart skipped a beat!

This old fox! How could he be this cautious? He must have suspected something, wary of Oliver’s intelligence.

Any other goblin would have been clueless about such a plan.

Realizing the situation had become dangerous, Oliver reluctantly placed the blade on the ground, trying not to give himself away.