I was a prince you know?!

***MC POV***

Hauling back such a big pile of meat means that my days are finally getting better. The most important thing is that I have something to eat and to trade water with.

It's only been a few hours since my last meal but I can already imagine the smell of the cooked meat and the coolness of the water. I then began reminiscing of how I got into this mess in the first place.

A week has passed since I got into this situation. I was the prince of a human country and it all changed when war broke out for the 4th time in just a time span of 10 years. 4 big battles of supremacy compressed in just 10 years is so crazy that quite a few of the peace loving aides my father had, resigned due to the absurdity of the situation.

Anyway, big war happens, country in worry, everybody in depression due to what the future would entail, you know, war-time stuff. The thing is, during this time I was still studying in the Continental Institute for Magic and Technology. It was kind of a neutral area for everybody in this world. I was only able to keep in contact with father because of the magic artifact I made for the third year artifact contest.

Getting to the point, I was one of the top students in there and my mentor was kind of a mad scientist. So, she made a magitech machine able to transfer the consciousness of a person to a consciousness storing artifact that she invented along with it.

As her favorite student, she said, I have the HONORS of being the first to try the machine. She said it was the last contribution I need to make before she allows me to graduate. Of course, I, for the sake of credits, agreed, hehe.

Weeeellll, that's the thing, she said it was going to be safe, she said it was going to be fine, she said all those fuccing promises about how it uses a state of the fuccing art comfort system so it means that it will be alright. (Everything is daijobu, that's what she said)

Well, what do you know? The next moment I wake up I was slumped over on a table, buttocks up, in the body of a fuccing GOBLIN. Would you get a load of that crap?!

Fascinating ain't it? Now, I just need to get a way back to my original body and try to find that mentor of mine for a good old strong forehead flick. Well, la-dee-da, I can't.

The place I woke up was actually that underground laboratory of my mentor, and it was all in ruins with a big hole on the top. How did the machine survive? It was made of a diamond and adamantine alloy so its durability is no joke, it had many cracks though.

The most likely conclusion I had, when I have somewhat come to terms of my situation was that, in the middle of putting me in the body of a goblin as a prank, my mentor was attacked or rather the whole academy was, judging by the size of the crater above me.

So while I was in the process of being transferred, she escaped and forgot to bring me. The onslaught of a headache however, instantly shattered that idea. The memories of the goblin, of that I was transferred to, showed that the surroundings of this place was covered in weed and outside the area of the institute was sand, endless sand.

Even more shocking was that in the whole time that this goblin spent going from the place its family was hiding in, which was only a destroyed building, to this place. There were no signs of humans or even human activity. The streetlights were shattered, there were lots of holes on the street, it was like a post-apocalyptic city in every sense of it.

That was when the dread came to me, a far-worst and more ridiculous outcome than any I might have imagined. I only managed to miraculously possess this goblin due to its stupidity and curiosity. It was stupid to press a bunch of buttons and miraculously got itself in the insertion module, which activated the transfer sequence.

From the clues the memories provided me though, the war might have been over for quite some time now, maybe around a year or two?

After that series of realizations, I managed to get back to the family this goblin belonged to and yes they were goblins too, what do you expect?

I managed to absorb the remaining memory fragments after getting back. I also got to know the current situation of this family of goblins. Long story short, we were poor, dirt-fuccing poor to be exact. We just have the clothes on our bodies and any food we have we eat immediately and any water we get, we need to fight for it. It was family against family. Smack smack smack, you get me?

It was the absolute meaning of destitute, if I do say so myself.

After fighting for water (fight for being the strongest in the family) however, everyone would go back to normal and just follow what the winner says, no hard feelings as they say. Since I was still technically acclimating myself to situation back then, I was the third to get a drink from what looked like a wet rag.

After every meal, the strongest ordered us to go hunt or otherwise scavenge for ku-uk items. This ku-ur was something similar to a company, if any of you were wondering. Dissatisfied noises came from a few of the family which earned a beating from the strongest.

We don't have names by the way. Apparently only those in tribes get to have a name. The closest we have are the titles: strongest, 2nd strongest, etc. and ending with 2nd weakest and weakest. I'm 3rd strongest, so I guess I have to live with that, not for long though. The only thing we did for the whole week was, eat, scavenge or hunt, sleep, fight, repeat.

Anyway, back to the present. Crossing over the desert with a 30-kg carcass is no easy task, especially when many of the monsters in this area has a good nose. Lucky for me, none was around, at the moment.

Arriving at the destroyed building, I began to see a figure running to me from afar.

"Strong..est...yo..baccc..." Yep, I managed to beat the strongest in the family, in just a week, quite proud of myself on this one, even though we're just goblins.

"Food...get...from..mee" I ordered the goblin in front of me to get the rat off me as I was honestly quite tired.

"Yess...Strong..est" The goblin in front of me was the former strongest, he was the 2nd strongest now or just 2nd as I like to call him.

Taking away the rat carcass from my shoulder, he was grinning widely as he was excited to eat some meat. 2nd is actually now someone who I slightly trust, the reason being was that he wholly respected strength the most.

For almost his whole life, he was named the strongest and me beating him was quite a blow to him. As if thinking, I only got lucky, he continued to come at me and after being repeatedly beaten, he quickly came to respect me and has become quite the loyalist.

"We...feast...TODAY!..." After entering the building, I proudly and immediately said that to the goblins who gathered in front of us.

"What.....iss...feast?"

Facepalming myself, I immediately remembered that many goblins were stupid.

This is gonna be tough, I say.