Birth of a New King

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[ Birth of a New Tribe!]

Description: the Goblin King Urun Shamak impregnated Sampaguita, but the invaded the Goblin Fortress. She had escaped the onslaught with a handful of goblins and was about to give birth.

Tracker: Assist Sampaguita in giving birth!

Penalty: Elimination of The Goblin Tribe Shamak

Reward: +10 to all stats, and a Title.

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"Ungh!"

Sampaguita gritted her teeth as the soon-to-be Goblin king was being born. The other goblins went to her to assist her, but the goblin's help would be of no help, since they gave me this it meant that a player's intervention is needed.

I went to her side and spammed the skill [Firstaid], it is the only skill I know that has a healing property and something that might help her in the process of childbirth.

Even this wasn't enough. The vines and leaves on her body started wilting, and sweat started trickling down her forehead.

"Hold on, just breathe okay, inhale, exhale, then push!"

She did what I said. I looked at the goblin right next to me. An idea came to mind, though I don't know if it'll work.

"You, captain, give me a healing potion!"

"Y-yes!"

The captain hurriedly ran to their storage and came back with a red vial in hand. When he handed it over to me, I held Sampaguita's hand and said.

"Quickly, use the life drain skill while I drink the potion!"

The dryads have a skill that can drain the life of the enemy, and make it theirs, healing them for 10 times the amount they drain. Also, the healing potion in this game doesn't heal you instantly, but it heals you over time.

Sampaguita looked at me with tired and pained eyes, worried that I might die from the process, but I just nodded. I drank the potion in one fell-swoop and she used the life drain on me.

"AAAAA!!"

The pain of having my life drained away is akin to a high-voltage of electricity rampaging within my body, and the pain gets worst the closer it gets to my hand, where my life is being sapped away.

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She controlled the amount of damage I take, and only took life when her health reaches a critical level. The goblins saw what I was doing, and the captain ordered them to bring back more health potions. I drank the potions they gave me and from time to time I would black out, but they kept feeding me the potions.

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[You've Finished The Birth of a New Tribe!]

[You've gained a +10 to all stats!]

[You have gained a new Title!]

4 hours have passed since my last blackout, and I can hear the cries of a baby, a title, and a +10 to all stats, that was such a haul, but I don't think it can compare to the pain I felt.

"Uwaagh!"

"Human, you've woken up?"

I was laying next to Sampaguita who was holding the babe in her arm. The remaining goblins were standing outside to guard the camp.

"Yes, and it seems like it's time for me to go."

I want to turn in the first I received and claim the promised rewards. Sampaguita didn't stop me, but thanked me as I went out of the camp. The goblins said nothing, just stared at me from the back.

"That was an eventful first day of the game."

I went to Alcor and saw the guard that gave the waiting for me in front of the gate. I went up to him and reported my .

[You've Finished The Those Pesky Goblins!]

[You've Gained 15 Gold Coins!]

[You've Gained a +5 to all Stats!]

I smiled and went to a tavern, ordered some food, and checked my stats.

"."

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[Status]

Race: Demi-God, Human

Parent Deity: The Unknown

Name: Clarent

Age: 26

Level: 9

Class: None

Titles: Saviour of a Tribe (Rare)

HP: 460/460 MP: 100/100

Stats: (Str): 39 (Agi): 49 (+5) (Vit): 42 (+5) (Int): 27 (Magic Power): 27

Skills: Sword Mastery (Intermediate), First Aid (Beginner), Digging (Beginner), Sharpening (Beginner), Observation (Beginner).

Class Skills:

Racial Traits: Divine Blood

Unallocated Points: 0

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Right, there's also a rarity system in this game. The rarity system goes something like this: Common, Uncommon, Magical, Rare, Epic, Unique, Mystic, Legendary, and Mythic.

This is a title that I've never heard of before. Some titles add some value to the stats, give additional damage or protection from certain damages and races, and sometimes it improves or worsens your reputation.

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[Saviour of a Tribe] (Rare)

You have earned the title 'Saviour of a Tribe'. Having this title gives you an additional +5 for agility and +5 for vitality. All goblins and orcs will be less hostile towards you and you have a better chance of receiving a from them.

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With these stats, I'm comparable to a level 15 player, but there's one problem. My control and general skill are still low. I heard that martial artists who played this game had a much easier time than your average gamer, and apparently, it is said that the more intelligent the player, the easier it is for them to learn spells and the easier it is to raise said spell.

Not only that, I heard in the national and international competitions, the pro players need to keep their bodies in peak performance, and are required to at least know some martial arts, and basic arithmetics.

"There's still a lot I need to do to find ."

First, I need to get a class. Classes in also have ranks. The highest got class was legendary and the one who got it was Aiko, the class being the Dreamer, which allows her to shift reality.

"So, there's still a who still wishes to get to , huh?"

The old man behind the counter sighed. He was the bartender, Luke. He's the one who's supposed to tell the story of , how beautiful and filled with life that place was until the closed it off to mortals and hid it somewhere no mortal can ever find.

"Well, I'm sure you've heard of it before, but that place is long lost. Soon this place too will be gone."

Luke sighed as he cleaned the glass. I looked around and saw nobody around. Once before, Alcor was a bustling city full of new , but since this place wasn't the optimal place to farm, they migrate to a nearby town with more enemies and to go around with.

Since the next town to this, Alanor. A town where the people deemed the most optimal place to farm and get in for lower levels until level 20, while in this place you can only go until level 5-10, you can reach that level just by traveling to the next town.

"Well, you're right there, but I'm staying here for maybe a week."

"Oh, that's surprising."

"Well, there are some things I need to investigate first, and I want to be a swordsman."

This piqued Luke's interest and gave me a key to a room.

"Take it, that room is the most expensive in Alcor, and I would want Alcor's last swordsman to remember me."

I thanked Luke and went up to the room. The room was spacious and had a lot of furniture. The bed was 3 times larger than mine and there were plenty of pillows, something like this I couldn't dream of in a ran down apartment.

I lay down on the bed and felt myself sink into it.

"It's soft."

The fatigue in my body built up, and I had a full night's rest.

***

I woke up the next morning and wasted no time heading out of the tavern. It was a beautiful morning, and I feel nothing can stop me now.

There were new players here and there, but they won't stay here for a while as they'll rush to the next area.

"Heh, it's their fault. They'll be missing out on a lot of things."

I went deep into a part of Alcor, where the old swordsmanship academy stood. This is where the strongest swordsman was born in the game's lore and the strongest player as of now.

I went across the building; it was dark, sad, and lonely. It felt like this place had been abandoned for years, and only ghosts would live here.

"Hello, anybody there?"

Nobody answered, and I opened the dusty old door, only for it to fall over. That's how old it is.

"Sorry, about the door, but anyone home?"

Again, it was pure silence. I walked further inside the building and entered the training grounds. A dummy stood in the middle, and wooden swords in racks lined up along the sides.

"Heh, if you aren't coming outside, then I'll just train here until you show up."

I took a wooden sword from the racks and readied my amateurish stance. I struck the dummy, right in the head, and then I jumped over it to strike the back, when I did that I heard someone's breath hitch, then I did an upper slash, and when I was about to do a thrust someone shouted at me.

"STOP!!"