From Goblin to God

Chapter 10: Journey to the Human Territory!

Time flew by, and soon, the simulation counter had reset. Oliver found a quiet spot and began another round of simulation.

[Life Simulation System Initializing: Current Scenario – Capturing the Elves]

After much effort, you’ve conquered the northern elven village, impregnating the captured female elves. With your goblin tribe growing, thoughts of revenge against the bearded man start to take shape. The pregnant elves give birth to goblins far superior to the average goblins. By manipulating Leah, you learn elven stealth techniques. While waiting for the goblin offspring to mature, you infiltrate a nearby human town in search of the Blade Hero Squad. You finally find them in Lighttowne.

Option 1: Attack Lodel and his team. Score: 50.

Option 2: Return with your goblin army to exact revenge and wipe out Lighttowne. Score: 30.

Option 3: Observe the situation; it’s not yet time. Score: 10.

Oliver’s eyes gleamed. Finally, he had located those cursed individuals!

Option 1 was tempting but risky. Even though his power had reached 600, being in human territory made it dangerous. A full-on assault could lead to death. Option 2 seemed aligned with his ambitions, but past simulations had taught him that this choice often failed. So, he chose Option 3—observe and wait.

[You’ve chosen caution, which serves you well. You stay in Lighttowne and discover a dragon attacking the village. Lodel has summoned the Sword Saintess to slay the dragon. When you try to leave, the Sword Saintess spots you, and her blade swiftly kills you.]

Summary: The Sword Saintess is far too powerful; escape wasn’t even an option. Proceed with extreme caution!

Score: 30/100. Reward: 30 Life Points.

Simulation Complete. Time progressed: 9 days.

“Damn it!” Oliver cursed as he exited the simulation, frustration tightening his features.

Once again, the Sword Saintess had proven to be an obstacle he needed to neutralize. Still, he wondered how much strength he could gain by defeating her.

It was time for the elves to give birth. Oliver, alongside Goblin Moon, oversaw the process, ensuring no complications. These elves were too valuable to let die.

Soon, the cries of newborn goblins filled the air, and Oliver finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, the elves’ reactions were anything but relieved.

“No! Not this monster!”

“How could I have given birth to something so horrible?!”

“Gods, is this my child? Help me!”

The newborn goblins, each about the size of a fist and covered in sticky mucus, scurried around immediately. Unlike human babies, they require no nursing and can consume meat and blood immediately. This resilience made goblins notoriously difficult to eradicate. On top of that, most elves gave birth to three or four at a time due to the nature of goblin reproduction, which encouraged the release of multiple eggs.

“Push harder, Kasana!” Leah, the elven matriarch, urged from within the cage.

Kasana, her face pale as snow, was drenched in sweat, writhing in pain, and unable to give birth. Oliver frowned and hurried over to check.

“Don’t come near me! Don’t touch me!” Kasana sobbed, her face flushed with a mix of shame and anger as the pain intensified.

Weak and exhausted, her cries only drained her energy further. Oliver feared that she might die from exhaustion. Leah, still too tired from her childbirth, could only beg, “Please, save her! She’s not going to make it!”

“I’ve got it!” Oliver snapped, drawing on his knowledge of childbirth techniques. He quickly repositioned the baby.

Moments later, the first goblin baby was born, followed by another. In total, Kasana gave birth to six goblin offspring. It was no wonder she had struggled so much.

“Six? No wonder it was so difficult,” Oliver muttered, surprised.

“You… you bastard...” Kasana whispered, her voice weak but filled with defiance. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the exhaustion and pain.

Leah wept alongside her, relieved her daughter had survived.

“Fresh prey!”

“Let me have the first turn!”

Driven by their base instincts, several goblins crawled toward the exhausted elves, their eyes glinting with lust. Despite the elves’ screams and desperate pleas, the goblins showed no sign of stopping.

Oliver’s expression darkened. He unsheathed his dagger and strode forward. Swoosh! With a clean s***h, blood splattered across the ground as he split the three leading goblins in half. Their bodies fell, and he threw the remains to the newborn goblins to feast on.

“Didn’t I tell you? They need three days of rest before any breeding begins! Have you all forgotten?”

Oliver’s voice cut through the air like a blade, his murderous intent forcing the goblins to shrink back in terror, their bodies trembling.

“Prepare the best fruits,” he ordered, his tone sharp. “Give each elf double their usual amount.”

“Y-Yes, Boss!” the goblins stammered, scrambling away as fast as they could, desperate to avoid his wrath.

“You... you are different from the other goblins,” Leah murmured, her gaze lingering on Oliver, her tone carrying a faint hint of surprise. The other elves, still recovering from childbirth, seemed to feel the same.

Oliver met her eyes, his voice steady. “It’s necessary. As long as you cooperate, your living situation will improve.”

Leah lowered her head in silence. Glancing at the newborn goblins, wriggling and feeding beside her, her thoughts were unreadable.

“Goblin Moon,” Oliver said, his gaze shifting to the horizon, his eyes flickering with a deadly resolve. “I’ll be heading to human territory for a few days. You’ll manage the tribe while I’m gone.”

Though concern flickered in her eyes, Goblin Moon nodded.

Leah’s voice suddenly broke through. “You’re going to human territory? Are you out of your mind? Goblins are killed on sight there!”

“What choice do I have? I’ll take the risk,” Oliver replied casually, the weight of the danger seemingly rolling off him.

After a long silence, Leah finally spoke again, her voice hesitant. “Come here. I’ll cast a stealth spell on you so humans won’t as easily notice you.”

This was precisely what Oliver had been waiting for. He couldn’t resist a smirk. “Didn’t expect you to worry about me. How sweet.”

“That’s not it!” Leah’s cheeks flushed slightly. “I just don’t want the others to worsen our situation after you’re gone.”

Leah cast the stealth spell on him with a blush still tinting her face.

Once fully disguised, Oliver wrapped himself in a cloak that blended his short stature into the background. With the stealth buff, he resembled an ordinary traveler, no more than 5 feet tall. The disguise looked strange, but it would keep him hidden from curious eyes.

Satisfied with his preparation, Oliver set off, disappearing into the distance as he left the enchanted forest behind.