From Goblin to God

Chapter 20：Journey to Dragon Island! The Purple-Gold Dragon Mother

“Hmph, a hero-class goblin? We’ll have one soon enough,” Oliver said with a smug smile.

In his tribe, the current evolutionary limit was hero-class goblins, but that was a ceiling. Reaching that limit meant further advancement would be challenging, keeping most goblins stuck at the high-tier stage with little hope of evolving beyond.

Oliver didn’t have the luxury of waiting for such a long process to unfold. Soon, human forces, including the Sword Saintess, would likely come to exterminate them, and time was running out. Every second mattered.

After returning with the captured Giant Hammer Goblin, Oliver immediately secured the goblin. He severed its tendons, rendering it incapable of resisting, turning it into nothing more than a breeding tool for his plans.

“But Oliver, he is so big! My children won’t be able to handle that!" Leah, clearly worried, quickly tried to negotiate with Oliver after hearing his plan. The enormous size of the Giant Hammer Goblin posed a problem for the more miniature elves.

“Then we’ll go with artificial insemination,” Oliver replied calmly. “Goblin Moon, I’ll teach you. You’ll help when the time comes.”

“Is... is that possible?" Goblin Moon felt her worldview shatter after witnessing a series of unmentionable procedures.

“For now, our main focus is on producing the third generation of goblins,” Oliver said, exhaling deeply with relief. But he remained on high alert. This was no time to relax.

The tribe needed time to grow and develop strength, but humans were unlikely to give them that time. Oliver knew the human reinforcements were getting closer, and if things continued as they were, he’d have only two options: flee far away or face certain death.

There was no way their current forces could stand against the royal knights. But Oliver had already planted the seeds of a plan.

“I have to go on a journey for a few days. Keep watch and stay alert," Oliver instructed, fearing that the Sword Saint or human forces might arrive earlier than expected for a swift extermination.

Leah grew anxious. “Where are you going now? Don’t take unnecessary risks.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t die. And even if I do, it doesn’t matter,” Oliver responded, his voice indifferent. Goblin Moon and the others listened without objection, trusting him completely.

Lowell scoffed, “What, are you scared of the Lionheart army and planning to run?”

After all his suffering, Lowell finally saw the possibility of rescue, so he couldn’t resist making another sarcastic comment.

“Someone, take the Giant Hammer Goblin and ‘tend to’ Lowell,” Oliver commanded, curious why Lowell’s mind hadn’t broken yet. Since he wanted to keep running his mouth, Oliver was happy to oblige his need for more punishment.

After several attempts, Goblin Crazy scratched his head and asked, “Boss, will this work?”

“As they say, the road didn’t exist, but as more people walked it, it became a path,” Oliver replied cryptically before leaving the Heaven Slayer Tribe, time pressing heavily on him.

By the next day, he had reached the coast. The golden sands, the sunlight, and the rhythmic sound of the waves filled the air with a calming melody.

“So, it’s across the sea. What’s the fastest way to get there?” Oliver pondered, knowing that his destination was Dragon Island.

Initially, he considered building a boat and sailing across. However, with the distance being over a hundred miles, it would take weeks to reach the island by boat. After some research, he found a quicker method: luring a dragon.

Drawing one out from Dragon Island would be the fastest route.

With that plan, Oliver raided several nearby villages, taking over a dozen cows and sheep, amounting to over a thousand pounds of meat. He drained their blood and piled the bloody flesh on the beach, hiding himself nearby.

The scent of blood was attractive to dragons during their breeding season. Needing nutrients for reproduction, they would collect large amounts of food.

Half a day passed.

Sure enough, a black and red figure broke through the clouds in the distance, speeding toward the shoreline.

From his hiding place, Oliver stared intently at the approaching dragon, mesmerized—dragons—creatures that every man dreamed of conquering. Riding one through the skies would be the ultimate fantasy.

“There’s the goblin!! I see it on the beach! Quick!”

“Kill it!”

“Give back our livestock, you filthy creature!”

Just then, a group of villagers gathered their strongest men, armed with weapons, and stormed toward Oliver in a rage. However, as they spotted the massive dragon approaching the beach, they froze in terror.

Instantly, they all turned around and sprinted away.

“Wait, I’m pretty sure the goblin was over here, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, let’s get out of here!”

The dragon dove toward the beach, the pressure from its descent causing ripples across the ocean’s surface.

Sharp claws expertly gripped the pile of tied-up beef, and with a swift turn, the dragon soared back toward Dragon Island.

Hidden within the meat, Oliver couldn’t help but grin. He had been right—these dragons weren’t hunting for themselves. They were feeding the Purple-Gold Dragon Mother, an ancient dragon, now entering her breeding period and needing vast amounts of nourishment.

Peering through the gaps in the meat, Oliver marveled at the endless ocean beneath him. This world was truly bizarre, filled with wonders and mysteries, and even gods that the humans seemed so adamant about.

Suddenly, a massive spray of water shot hundreds of meters into the air, drenching Oliver.

Looking down, his eyes widened in shock. It was a ninth-tier beast—an Ocean-Devouring Whale! The creature was so massive it was almost indistinguishable from the ocean, stretching over ten miles.

Luckily, the whale wasn’t aggressive, content to feed on the small creatures of the sea.

As Oliver was lost in thought, he noticed a small black dot on the horizon, growing larger and larger until it became clear.

“So, this is Dragon Island? Not bad at all,” Oliver mused, surprised by what he saw. Unlike the volcanoes, lava, and obsidian he had imagined, Dragon Island was a collection of islands, with the central one split as if by a giant’s sword, filled with cascading waterfalls and deep canyons. Streams and the crashing waves resonated harmoniously, creating an awe-inspiring fjord landscape.

Vast grasslands and dense forests were full of life across the larger islands. Dragons nested on the cliffs, building their homes along the jagged edges.

In the distance, Oliver saw a massive mountain with a large pit carved into its center. In that pit lay a giant dragon covered in shimmering purple-gold scales, its back adorned with crystal-like formations—cold yet breathtaking.

[Purple-Gold Dragon Mother: Lv79 | Species: Ancient Dragon | Occupation: None | Title: Queen of Dragon Island | HP: 4100 | Strength: 510 | Defense: 580 | Skills: Purple-Gold Dragon Flame, Humanoid Transformation, Dragon Roar, Ancient Call: Ultra | Equipment: None | Combat: 2900]

Oliver examined her stats, feeling both impressed and unimpressed. Her combat power was formidable, though not as overwhelming as he had imagined. Of course, she was leagues ahead compared to himself, but if everyone were as strong as the Sword Saintess, the balance would be broken.

Yet this dragon was not ordinary—an ancient giant dragon, a relic of a bygone era.

At that moment, the dragon-carrying Oliver landed at the pit's edge, dropping the meat in front of the slumbering Purple-Gold Dragon Mother before flying away without a second glance.

Quickly, Oliver crawled out of the meat and hid among the dry branches scattered nearby, terrified that the Dragon Mother might accidentally eat the meat—and him along with it.

More dragons would fly in every so often, dropping food before leaving.

Oliver swallowed nervously and cautiously approached the cliff's edge, glancing down to gauge the height. If negotiations failed, he needed an escape route. But one look and he immediately regretted it—just the sight of the sheer drop made his head spin, his legs weakening.

“Damn, how do they live this high and not get vertigo?” Oliver cursed under his breath, retreating quickly. But as he turned, a massive golden eye stared straight at him.

“Where did this little bug come from?”

The Purple-Gold Dragon Mother’s voice rumbled as she spoke, her gaze fixed on Oliver. To her, he was indeed no more than a bug she could crush effortlessly. Just as humans viewed ants, she saw no difference.

She began to inhale deeply, preparing to blow Oliver away with a gust of her breath.

“Wait! It’s me, the goblin leader who attacked Lighttowne last time!” Oliver shouted hurriedly. A second later, and it would have been lights out for him.

The dragon’s golden eyes narrowed, shivering down Oliver’s spine. She seemed to be recalling something. Her shrinking pupils, like mirrors, reflected Oliver’s current appearance—a grotesque goblin, short, with sharp teeth and green skin.

Yet this time, Oliver felt no shame or anger. He had come to accept his reality. He even tried to straighten the few stray white hairs on his head.

After a long pause, the Purple-Gold Dragon Mother said, “You don’t seem to be lying. So, what do you want here?”

“Don’t you also seek revenge against that human Sword Saintess? How about we join forces? After all, our attack helped you escape last time,” Oliver suggested, his expression serious.

Her eyes narrowed once more as she studied him. “You, a lowly goblin—just a bit smarter than the rest—dare to propose an alliance with me? Although you did assist me before, that doesn’t mean I owe you anything.”

Oliver blinked, momentarily stunned. She was right. He had forgotten that high-intelligence creatures didn’t operate by the same rules of gratitude as humans. He had been foolish to project human morality onto her.

“However,” she continued, “you seem... different. Tell me, what’s your plan? That crazed woman... I want to sink my teeth into her myself.”

The Purple-Gold Dragon Mother’s massive form began to shift, her scales shimmering as she activated her Humanoid Transformation skill. She stood before him in moments as a stunning humanoid figure over 6 feet tall, clad in gleaming purple-gold armor. Her beauty was striking, her body flawless, like a woman in a form-fitting uniform.

Regaining his composure, Oliver explained, “It’s simple. All I need is for you and your dragons to harass the Lighttowne area daily.”

“Harass? Do you have any idea how mad that woman is? She’s already called for reinforcements from the human capital. If we harass them again, there won’t be a single dragon left on this island,” she snapped, her voice filled with anger as she felt insulted.

The last time they had underestimated the Sword Saintess, Dragon Island had almost been wiped out. Even the Purple-Gold Dragon Mother had barely escaped with her life. To go back and provoke that woman again was a death sentence.