From Goblin to God

Chapter 3: A Female Goblin!

The Goblin Priest emerged, a cold smile playing on his lips as his scarlet eyes fixed on Oliver. He turned to leave, and the small leader, having received approval, stomped on Oliver a few more times as though he were nothing but an object.

They were preparing to roast him alive.

Knowing the brutal reality of goblin life, Oliver quickly said, “I can make weapons! Let me join you!”

He kept his language as simple as possible when speaking to these goblins, or they won’t understand.

The priest paused, then shuffled back in his strange, twisted gait, sniffing Oliver closely. After a moment, he spoke, “No lies? What kind of weapons?”

The higher the level of the goblin, the greater its intelligence and the more similar its way of speaking to that of humans.

“Simple iron tools, enough to help us win against humans or other monsters,” Oliver said, standing with newfound determination. He had some knowledge of iron smelting from his previous life and hoped it would buy him time.

The other goblins, wide-eyed with shock, muttered amongst themselves. Iron tools! They knew the deadly power of human weapons—the tools used to cut them down like chickens.

“You can kill humans with those, get more meat,” one goblin said eagerly.

“Can we attack the elf tribe with iron tools?” another chimed in, eyes gleaming with greed. “I like elves more than humans, hehehe.”

The priest laughed, his voice sharp and evil. “Then get to work!”

“I’ll start tomorrow. I’ve been running all night,” Oliver said, breathless. The goblins’ expressions darkened, and the small leader pressed a spear to Oliver’s stomach.

“If you fail, there will be no food for you,” the priest growled before retreating to his shack. Cautious and cunning, he rarely fought—his main concern had always been reproduction.

Oliver slumped onto a haystack to rest, knowing he couldn’t act rashly.

This tribe was helpful, but the little leader who dared to step on his face would have to die first. And the mention of an elf tribe in the north intrigued him. If he could mate with elves, his strength would skyrocket.

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, he fell asleep.

“Wake up, wake up,” a gentle voice stirred Oliver. A small goblin in a tattered robe sat beside him; its hood pulled low to hide its face. The goblin, smaller than the rest, handed him a piece of pigskin covered in blood.

Seeing Oliver’s hesitation, the little goblin spoke again. “It’s all I could find, but it’s tasty. Try it.”

Oliver glanced toward the other goblins—they were feasting on a wild boar. The pigskin offered him this goblin’s meal for the day, and she probably hadn’t eaten in days.

Touched but also wary, Oliver asked, “Why are you giving this to me?”

The small goblin seemed confused, unsure of her motives. Oliver, growing suspicious, opened his attribute panel to check the goblin’s stats:

[Small Goblin: Lv3 | Species: Goblin | Career: Divine Messenger | Title: Female Goblin, Fallen Diety, Pure Soul, Blessed by the Gods | Strength: 2 | Defense: 1 | Skills: Gene Devouring, Wild Growth | Combat: 30]

“What!!!”

Oliver shouted in shock when he saw the titles.

What is all this?!

Goblins don’t have females! Yet, here was a legendary female goblin!

In human legends, if a male goblin mates with a female, he can become a Goblin God!

Of course, it’s just a joke since goblins never produce females. They reproduce only by mating with other species.

The goblins, feasting on raw meat and blood, glanced at Oliver when he yelled, then went back to minding their own business as if nothing had happened.

Oliver slowly recovered from the shock. No wonder this little one was so intelligent. The little goblin, frightened by his reaction, collapsed to the ground, trembling. "I-I-I didn’t mean any harm! I just wanted to bring you food..."

“Ah, sorry for scaring you. Thanks for the food. Let’s eat together.”

Oliver quickly apologized, speaking more naturally, no longer stiff and straightforward.

He tore the pigskin in half, stuffing one piece into her mouth while he devoured the other. It didn't taste perfect, but it indeed restored his energy.

The little goblin ate slowly, savoring it like lamb chops and lobster.

Wiping his mouth, Oliver extended his hand, “From now on, I’m your boss. I’ll look after you.”

“Boss?”

The small goblin blinked in surprise. She had been ostracized not only for her weakness but also because she couldn’t communicate with the other goblins.

It was like an average person trying to fit in with a group of people with limited intelligence.

That’s why she had been curious about Oliver and tried talking to him.

“Okay, boss! I love looking at the moon, so call me Goblin Moon. What’s your name?”

The little goblin said excitedly.

She even gave herself a name? Goblins don’t usually have names unless they’re high-level. After thinking it over, Oliver replied, “Just call me Oliver.”.

Goblin Moon nodded vigorously.

Oliver quickly got down to business. He and Goblin Moon climbed a tall tree next to the tribe, scanning the area.

Dense forest surrounded them, with a valley several kilometers away.

“Goblin Moon, have you ever seen a hard, black and yellow stone covered in dust?”

“Hmm, sorry, boss. I’ve never seen anything like that,” Goblin Moon replied after thinking for a moment, looking disappointed.

Oliver nodded. Given her weakness, she probably had never left the tribe. How could she know about iron ore?

The valley likely had some, but crossing the enchanted forest was too dangerous.

He would have to rely on the Simulation Life System.

“System, start the life simulation.”

**[Simulation Life System is starting. Current scenario: Taking control of the new tribe. You shamelessly took a small goblin as your follower, and your relationship grew close, giving you a sense of warmth.

However, under pressure from the goblin priest, you must venture to the valley to find iron ore. On the way, you encountered a fleeing herd of deer. Confused, you realize second-tier Shadow Wolves are chasing them. Goblin Moon sacrifices herself to protect you and dies in the wolves’ jaws.

After many struggles, you finally reach the valley, where you find iron ore, but elves occupy the area.

(Choice 1: Play it safe and leave, returning in disgrace, -5 points)

(Choice 2: Take a risk and secretly mine some iron ore, or you’ll have no explanation for the goblin priest, +15 points)

(Choice 3: Search elsewhere, no change in score)]**

Since this was just a simulation, there was no real risk of dying. Oliver chose the second option. Goblin Moon had been killed in the simulation, but with her potential, he couldn’t let that happen.

No matter how dangerous, the risk was worth taking.

[The sharp-eyed elves spotted you. An arrow struck your shoulder. You returned, only to die from infection a few days later. The other goblins feasted on your corpse. Summary: Your weakness caused this outcome, leading to your follower’s death and your own. Score: 15/100. Reward: 15 Life Points. This life simulation has ended, with a time progression of 7 days.]

“Boss? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Goblin Moon’s voice pulled Oliver back from the system.

“I was just lost in thought. Let’s head back,” he replied.

Since the valley seemed to have iron ore, he’d have to rely on the system for now.

Oliver checked the use of his Life Points.

As expected, transmigrator systems were all reasonably similar. Life Points could be exchanged for various items.

At the lowest level, you could get iron tools. One Life Point could be exchanged for an iron sword, iron armor, or a potion.

With 15 Life Points, he could get several iron tools.

That would be the plan.

First, he would deal with the goblin priest, then suggest sending the other goblins out to search for iron ore.

Gradually, he would build his reputation and take control of the tribe.

This was the first step toward avenging humans, the bearded man, and the white-robed nun.