Lilly and Gooby raced toward me, their expressions a mix of urgency and concern, but before I could fully comprehend their intentions, darkness enveloped me. I collapsed to the ground, unconscious, as the world faded away.
**NOTICE: LEVELLED UP**
**NAME:** RED
**STATUS:** HYBRID, UNDEAD, King of the Goblins
**LEVEL:** 22
**SKILLS:** UNDEAD [LV 9], SAGE ART [00]
**ADDITIONAL SKILLS:** SLUDGE BOMB [LV 9], ONE EYE [LV 9], LEER [LV 9], MARTIAL ARTS [LV 9]
"Aah, my body… it hurts," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. As I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself nestled in a cozy hut, lying on a bed crafted from vibrant flowers. The sweet fragrance enveloped me, calming my senses, tempting me to drift back into slumber. Yet, an unsettling realization jolted me awake: I was not wearing my usual clothing. Instead, large leaves covered my body, sticky with a fluid that, quite frankly, smelled rather gross.
"I guess these are medicine,"
I thought, grimacing at the thought.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Targan, one of my loyal slave, stepped inside. Relief washed over his face as he beamed at me. "Master! You woke up! Thank the stars! Everyone was worried sick about you."
"Where is everyone?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
"It's midnight, Master. Everyone is sleeping. You've been unconscious for two whole days! We've been guarding your camp, and now it's my turn to keep watch. Let me go wake them."
"Wait, wait! Don't disturb them just yet. I think I'll sleep a little longer. Can you bring me a glass of water?"
"Of course, Master! Just a moment!" Targan hurried off, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I wrapped myself in a long cloth that was draped nearby—perhaps Lilly had placed it there for this very moment. Should I ask Targan about my clothes? Surely, it wouldn't be too embarrassing.
"Ahh, Guild Master, who changed my clothes?" I finally blurted out, my heart racing with trepidation.
Please don't say it was Lilly. Please, don't say it was Lilly, I silently prayed.
"Master, I must salute you for this," Targan said, his eyes wide with admiration.
"Salute? Why?" I asked, confused.
"After you fell unconscious, we all gathered around you. The elder goblin came and declared you the King of the Goblins! Every goblin bowed before you in reverence. With the elder king's help, we prepared medicine for you, but your clothes were… well, they were quite dirty. We decided to remove them, but when we asked Lilly to do it, she fainted at the sight of your injuries and blood. Then we asked the goblin women, but they too collapsed upon entering your room. It was shocking! So, Lucas and I took it upon ourselves to change your clothes and wrap you in these herbs."
"Oh, thank the stars! So, nobody else saw… anything, except for you guys. That's… fine, I guess," I sighed in relief.
"Actually, Master, the goblin women fainted upon seeing the size of your… manhood," Targan continued, his tone shifting to one of awe. "I must admit, I was shocked too! I mean, I thought I was well-endowed, but yours is… well, it's quite impressive. When we touched your pants to remove them, it seemed to awaken like a sword, a mighty sword that could conquer anything. We felt as if it was staring back at us, and the women simply couldn't handle it. it was long and it was thick from top to bottom and the bottom was looking like base of a mighty tower"
"Oh man, this is so embarrassing! Can you please stop talking about this? Just keep your mouth shut about the whole incident!" I pleaded, my face burning with humiliation.
"Okay, Master, but how did—"
"Targan! Get back inside!" I interrupted, desperate to change the subject.
The next morning, I awoke to a peculiar sensation. As I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at a pair of large, soft curves, a head adorned with a horn, and two familiar shadows flanking my face.
"Oh, you guys! Good morning!" I exclaimed, blinking away the remnants of sleep.
"A very good morning to you, King of the Goblins!" they chimed in unison, their faces radiant with joy.
The realization washed over me: I was now the King of the Goblins. What an extraordinary title to hold! I glanced around and spotted the elder goblin standing nearby, his expression a mixture of pride and relief.
"Elder Goblin, why do you look so solemn? Tell me about yourself and the goblin village," I urged, eager to learn more.
"Lord, it fills my heart with joy to see you back on your feet," he began, his voice steady. "I am the elder goblin, though I have no specific name. It is my duty to assist you in governing the goblin village. The goblins are in awe of your strength and are eager to serve a master as formidable as you."
"Hmmm, well, that's good to hear," I replied, feeling a swell of pride.
"Lord, your coronation ceremony has been put on hold due to your fainting spell. We must prepare for it as soon as you are ready," the elder continued, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Ahh, the ceremony! Can you please postpone it for a few more days? Another significant battle is looming on the horizon, and once that is over, I will ascend to the title of Lord," he implored, his voice a mix of urgency and anticipation.
"As you wish, my Lord," came the respectful reply, the elder goblin bowing slightly, his green skin glistening in the dim light of the war tent.
"Where are the commanders of the Goblin King? I didn't see them during the battle. Do you know where they've gone?" he inquired, furrowing his brow in concern.
"Master, the previous king… he consumed them just before the fight," the elder goblin said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"Consumed them? What do you mean, ate them?" The shock rippled through me, mingling with a sense of disgust at the thought of such a gruesome act.
"Why would he do such a thing?"
"Lord, in goblin culture, consuming another goblin can significantly enhance one's power. The Goblin King was terrified of the Bison King, so he devoured his commanders to bolster his strength for the impending battle. That's why there was a sudden surge in his physical prowess. Without that gruesome act, I doubt he could have held out against you for so long," the elder explained, his tone laced with a mix of admiration and horror.
"Oh, that's a rather grotesque method of leveling up,"
"Master, what is today's plan?"
"Targan, you will accompany Gobby and the elder goblin to assess how many of our men can actually fight and determine their strength. Lucas, your task is to survey our numbers—how many men, women, babies, and eggs we have. Gloom, you will accompany Lilly; Lilly, check what goblins eat, how much food we have, and what our sources are,"
"I also have to go somewhere with Wooble, so I will return by night. Until then, you all carry out your duties. Wooble, let's move!"
With that, i quickly dressed and set out with Wooble, my mind already racing ahead to Alzheria. She must be feeling lonely in her statue form, and i felt a compelling need to share my tales of victory with her, even if she can't hear.
Meanwhile, back in the tent, Lucas turned to the guildmaster, curiosity etched across his face. "Where do you think the master went?"
"How would I know?" the guildmaster replied, his tone indifferent.
"Excuse me, Mr. Guildmaster, what should we do with the corpse of the Goblin King?" the elder goblin asked, his voice tinged with concern.
"Oh yes, I had asked you not to dispose of it. For the time being, keep it somewhere safe; he can only have five at a time," the guildmaster instructed, waving a dismissive hand.
Just then, a sultry voice broke through the tension. "Excuse me, Mister Hunk, where is my Lord?" Targan spun around, startled. The voice was undeniably seductive, and when he turned, he was met with a sight that took his breath away.
Before him stood a woman who resembled a goblin but was utterly captivating, her beauty unmatched by any goblin woman he had ever seen. She possessed lush thighs and a busty chest that seemed to defy gravity, long green hair cascading down her back, dark eyes sparkling with mischief, and a slim waist accentuated by pink lips that promised enchantment.
"Guildmaster, who is this babe?" lucas blurted out, unable to contain his surprise.
"How would I know, Lucas?" the guildmaster replied, equally flabbergasted.
"Excuse me, Mister Hunk, where is my Lord?" she repeated, her voice dripping with charm.
"Ahem, ahem. The Lord is out on an adventure and will return shortly. But who might you be, lady?" the guildmaster asked, trying to maintain his composure.
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A/N:
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