Introspection

After the humans spent trillions of Power Stones to give their "Citadel" the ability to fly indefinitely because that T5 worm kept ruining the foundations of their capitals, they had the fucking Hero himself make a rousing speech across the entire planet, boasting of unity and strength while their tails were between their legs. So, yes, I fucking dare those cowards to land that piece of junk on my territory!

-Magnerfist the Titan, Archfiend of Sodom in former Nevada, speaking of the genocide of the Purified Demons by the Cult of the Connection while it was occurring near his territory, 1468 FE

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It wasn't just the evolution that made Odd more chatty. Before, he wanted to ask questions about everything, and part of him still does. A part of him is constantly telling himself that he needs to know and learn everything. It may have something to do with that greed path, he knows all to well that his race affects how his brain works.

But it was his pride that did it the most. He felt so strong, lording over the weak. He felt smarter as he quipped and smirked while their lives flashed before their eyes. He knew how petty he was, but Odd couldn't find it in himself to care.

Things tried to kill him, he killed them instead.

Odd had been thinking about his adventures over the last four days that made the sum total of his life, he loved battle. But he also kept thinking about where he would draw the line. Like now, he's walking directly towards danger to kill someone that never did anything to harm him.

If Odd turned around now, nothing would happen and he wouldn't be any worse off for it.

For now, he was doing this mission for his mother, he told himself. Any extra strength and ways to increase my chances of success would be welcome, so the Living Ghoul figured he owed it to himself to take the opportunity to increase his strength through a new ally or equipment.

"What kind of convoluted reasoning is that," he asked himself as he swung the torch around, looking for hidden attacks or traps. Seeing nothing, he continued down the straight tunnel.

"Maybe just kill Gobs?" he thought to himself. "But try to talk to them first. I wouldn't want to be killed from behind for no reason just because I'm a Gob and would make a Proto-Gob. Wait, whaaaat?" he stopped his steps in the confusion he caused himself.

"What if Cirrha got pregnant and had one of those? I can't treat it like Melisandra treats me, I'm not an idiot," Odd mused. It's a well known fact that almost all trained Proto-Gobs turn to Halfings. And those usually turned into demons. Melisandra had even 'joked' with Odd that she would kill him no matter what if he became a Halfing.

"Was that a joke? Shit," the Living Ghoul thought about it and the reasoning. In this world, monsters will be monsters, you can't treat one like a person or it will kill you. Halflings are notorious for hiding their true emotions and striking when people least expect it.

"She wouldn't kill me," he thought to himself. The Abyssal Elf really did care about him and they're intense about everything, including positive emotions. "She may have wiped my memory of her or just left me though..."

Odd sweated a little before he realized that while he was not okay with the thought of his mother treating him like that, he was a practical Gob. In the end, Melisandra would do what was best for her and if he evolved in the wrong way, it would just be demonstrating his inner nature. No point in looking back anyway, he was a badass Living Ghoul. His existence may even be a world first as a tier 2 example of his race.

Tier 3 Living Ghouls always count as Enlightened creatures, was he just a physically juvenile tier 3? But humans always show tier 3, even when they're babies. Did he count as a pseudo Enlightened and would have a Living Ghoul child if he had one?

The figure, alone in a long tunnel and his thoughts, finally arrived to a conclusion.

"I don't want kids before tier 3."

It would be too complicated. If Cirrha became pregnant with a Proto-Gob, he would leave his spawn in the woods, watch from the shadows, and hoped it ranked up to a respectable race. If it didn't, he would just leave it.

If it was a Living Ghoul, he would feel responsible for it and he has nowhere to put a damn baby!

It was a very unGob thought to not want to breed with anything and everything as quickly as possible, but Odd wasn't exactly the average Gob.

He decided to collect as many woman as he could and hold off on breeding for a while. He had a long way to go based on Isonei's title. The 946th daughter? Odd was a badass, he should have thousands of badass kids!