Squash!

Ashar woke up feeling refreshed after a deep sleep. He looked around and noticed the cave had grown darker. The faint glow of the dying fire cast long shadows on the walls. A few more goblin women and children had settled in, sleeping scattered across the cave floor on piles of leaves and fur. Their soft breathing filled the quiet space.

He turned his head and saw the beautiful mother of his child lying beside him, still asleep. Her face was calm, and her dark hair was spread out around her. The loose cloth she wore had slipped slightly, revealing the soft curves of her chest. His eyes lingered on her, and without thinking, his small hand moved toward her. He gently touched her, coaxing her areola and the hidden nipple beneath.

"It's so soft," he muttered, surprised by his own voice.

He paused, realizing he could speak now. Just a few hours ago, he could only make baby-like groans. Now, his words were clear and understandable.

Ashar looked down at his hands and noticed they looked slightly bigger and more developed than before. Carefully, he examined them, flexing his fingers. He then tried to sit up, using his mother's body for support. After a few attempts, he managed to sit upright.

He was surprised by how much his body had grown in such a short time. *Is this goblin biology or something?* he wondered.

Feeling a mix of curiosity and happiness, he turned his attention back to his mother, gently coaxing her nipple again. Now that he was a bit calmer, he decided to assess his situation.

Ashar had already accepted that he had been reborn as a goblin baby. There was nothing he could do to change that. But he remembered the "rob" had given him a skill, an item, and something about mana affinity. He guessed the last one had something to do with magic.

Despite his unusual circumstances, he felt a spark of excitement about the magic and skill he might possess. If there was something like a skill, maybe there was also a way to check his status.

"Status," Ashar muttered.

Immediately, a translucent screen appeared in front of him.

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Character Status

Name: [Ashar]

Race/Species: [Goblin]

Class/Occupation: [N/A]

Attributes

Level: [1]

HP: [10]

MP: [10]

Strength: [2]

Agility: [1]

Intelligence: [5]

Defense: [0]

Title:

[Reancator]- guarantees the user a 100% chance of acquiring a skill when absorbing a beast core.

Skills:

[Epic Skill-Sex fiend] : grants the user unparalleled charisma and irresistible allure, causing monsters and intelligent beings of the opposite gender to prevent from attacking first.

Those who engage in intimacy with the user become bound by an unbreakable magical contract, turning them into devoted subordinates while retaining their individuality.

Equipment:

[Devour's relic]-Divine artifact : An artifact with the power to absorb monster parts, weapons, items, or any object and transform them into powerful summoned beings. The strength, abilities, and form of the summoned creature are directly influenced by the quality and rarity of the absorbed material. Higher-grade or unique objects result in stronger and more formidable summons. All creatures summoned through Devour's Relic are eternally bound to the owner, ensuring unwavering loyalty and obedience.

Attributes : 0

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Asher was depressed by his initial stats, but his mood brightened upon examining his skills and items. Although they wouldn't help him immediately, he sensed their potential was game-breaking.

He also knew very little about the world—the types of monsters, the geography, countless unknowns. He could barely control his own body.

As these thoughts swirled, drowsiness overcame him. Asher didn't want to sleep on the hard, makeshift bed, so he slowly climbed onto his mother.

She noticed and gently positioned him between her breasts. One nipple, now erect from his touch, was easily found. He nestled it into his mouth and drifted off to sleep.

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Asher was peacefully sleeping, nestled in warmth, when suddenly— WHUMP!

Something heavy and squishy landed right on his face.

"Gmmph!" Asher's tiny limbs flailed in panic as he woke up with a mouthful of goblin belly pressing down on him.

The culprit? A chubby goblin baby with drool dripping from its lips, giggling like it hadn't just attempted goblin-on-goblin manslaughter.

Asher barely had time to process his near-death experience before realizing he was completely surrounded.

Green-skinned little monsters—four of them—sat, crawled, and wobbled around him like overexcited puppies. They looked like human toddlers about a year old, but with wide eyes, oversized ears, and way too much energy for Asher's liking.

One of them poked his cheek. Another started tugging at his tiny ears like they were made of stretchy dough.

"Oi—stop that!" Asher yelled.

Asher knew struggling wouldn't help, so he made a tactical retreat.

With surprising agility for a baby, he rolled to the side, dodging a particularly aggressive goblin baby attempting to pounce on him. Before the little green menaces could rally and pin him down again, he pushed himself forward, crawling on all fours like a desperate soldier escaping enemy lines.

He wasn't fast, but his tiny limbs carried him far enough to evade their grabby hands. Soon, the chaotic giggles of the other babies faded into the background as he ventured deeper into the cave.

Only now, without distractions, did he truly notice just how vast this place was.

The rocky walls stretched high above, arching like the ribcage of some ancient beast. Stalactites hung like jagged teeth, dripping water that echoed softly through the cavern. The air was damp, filled with the faint scent of earth and something strangely sweet, like overripe fruit.

Asher kept crawling, his tiny hands and knees pressing against the cool stone floor. He spotted crude wooden racks stacked with dried meats and furs, likely supplies for the goblins. Primitive tools and broken weapons lay scattered about, evidence that these goblins had some level of civilization.

Then, something caught his eye.

A soft, golden light flickered from a narrow passageway ahead.

Curious, Asher hurried toward it, his little body wobbling with each eager movement.

As he reached the opening and peeked outside—his breath hitched.

Before him stretched a massive, untamed forest, but it wasn't like any forest he had ever seen before.

Towering trees, far larger than anything on Earth, loomed above, their trunks covered in thick, dark vines pulsing faintly, as if they were alive. Their leaves shimmered with an unnatural glow—some a deep blue, others a fiery red, shifting colors as the wind brushed against them.

Strange, twisted roots jutted from the ground, curling and writhing like serpents frozen mid-motion. Some of them had bioluminescent veins, pulsing in a slow, rhythmic pattern, as if breathing.

Massive mushrooms, nearly as tall as the goblins, sprouted in clusters, their caps dripping with a glowing golden liquid. The air was thick with the scent of moss, damp earth, and something oddly metallic.

Asher gazed in awe at the strange, glowing world before him, completely mesmerized by the alien beauty of the Forest.

"This... This is truly a fantasy world..." he muttered under his breath, utterly captivated.

But his moment of wonder was short-lived.

Out of nowhere, a large hand swooped down, scooping him up effortlessly. He gasped in surprise as his mother's warm, soft arms cradled him once again. She looked at him with a mix of affection and gentle reproach, her eyes soft and playful.

"Oh, Ash, what are you doing out here" she said in a teasing, yet concerned voice, her tone light and full of warmth.

"You mustn't go wandering out of the cave like that! What if the Azrakan from the Blackthorn Forest comes to eat you?!"

Her voice was sweet, with just a hint of playfulness in the way she spoke.

Asher's thoughts about the mysterious Azrakan were suddenly interrupted when he found himself surrounded once again by the goblin babies.

Here we go again…

Their tiny hands reached out for him, their mischievous giggles filling the air. Asher barely managed to escape their relentless grasp, crawling away as fast as his little limbs would allow. He sighed in relief once he was finally free of those little fiends.

Since going outside was off-limits, he decided to explore the cave instead.

As he strolled through the dimly lit tunnels, his eyes caught sight of some small ants crawling up the rocky walls. They looked like ants from earth, but they were lot bigger than the one , he reached out to grab one.

SNAP!

A sharp pain shot through his tiny finger. The little bug had bitten him!

Fury flared within him. Without thinking, Asher grabbed a nearby stone and squashed the tiny creature into a pulp.

Splat!

Just as he was about to move on, something unexpected happened.

A voice echoed inside his head.

[Acquired 1 XP]

He froze.

His surprise faded quickly, replaced by an unsettling realization.

When he first checked his status, he knew he had to kill monsters to level up. But now… even a tiny bug gave him experience points?

His shock slowly melted away. His lips curled into a wide, sinister grin.

"It was time to farm."

.......

Asher didn't immediately start massacring the ants.

First, he found the narrow crack in the cave wall that the insects were using as an escape route. With careful precision, he blocked the entrance with a small rock, ensuring none of them could flee.

Then, he resumed his systematic extermination.

Squash!

[Acquired 1 XP]

Squash!

[Acquired 1 XP]

Squash!

[Acquired 1 XP]

Again and again, he crushed the tiny creatures under his hands, reveling in the constant stream of experience points.

At first, everything was going smoothly. But as he got more confident, he got careless.

Eager to maximize his gains, Asher moved deeper into the cluster of insects.

That was a mistake.

Seeing their comrades being slaughtered, the ants did something he didn't expect.

'They didn't run.'

Instead, they turned—all of them—and charged toward him.

The sight of hundreds of tiny, armored bodies rushing straight at him sent a chill down his spine.

"H-Hey… wait, shouldn't you be running away?!"

Panic surged through him. He scrambled backward, trying to flee, but in his desperation, he tripped over his own small limbs.

The ants swarmed him from all directions.

'Damn it! No way out!'

Thinking fast, Asher began crushing them with both hands. But for every one he squashed, ten more replaced it.

Then, the worst happened.

BITE!

A sharp pinch sank into his leg. Then another. And another.

Strangely, it didn't hurt much—but then…

His limbs froze.

His body became sluggish. His movements dulled.

"W-What?! D-Don't tell me… paralysis?!"

His heart pounded in his chest.

"Am I seriously going to die like this? Just after being reborn?! Crippled by a bunch of ants?!"

He struggled, his vision blurring as more ants swarmed him—until suddenly, salvation arrived.

"Hehe! Smashy smashy!"

A group of hyperactive goblin babies rushed in, their tiny hand grabbing small stone stomping wildly at the ground.

The ants were no match.

One by one, the babies gleefully squashed the insects as if it were a fun game. Some of them even started eating the ants, giggling as they crunched on the tiny bodies.

Asher didn't care about that. His mind was focused on something else.

Ding!

A notification appeared before his eyes, far grander than the previous ones.

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[LEVEL UP!]

You have gained 10 free attribute points! —----------------------------------

Asher's eyes gleamed.

Without hesitation, he allocated his points.

+3 Strength

+4 Agility

+3 Defense

The moment he confirmed his choices, a blissful warmth washed over his body.

Power surged through him. His limbs felt lighter, his grip stronger.

'This… this was incredible!'

With his newfound strength, he obliterated the remaining ants in a matter of seconds.

Panting slightly, he looked at the carnage around him. Dead ants lay scattered everywhere.