"A year later, your level has risen to level 5, and your critical hit level has also improved to LV.3. You have become the strongest among the goblins, standing taller than the others by a head, though still with a three-head body ratio. The trolls, however, don't pay much attention to your changes. You haven't let your newfound strength go to your head, because you know that trolls eat more monster meat than you and are stronger than you. You're still far from being a match for them, so you don't rashly make a move."
"In the second year, you continue living the same life. Your level rises to level 8, and through practice, your critical hit level increases to LV.7."
"In the middle of the second year, the troll mysteriously disappears for a few days. You find it strange, but you don't take any hasty action. After a few days, the troll returns to the tribe, and you're relieved that you didn't do anything unnecessary during the troll's absence."
"In the third year... your level rises to level 11, and through practice, your critical hit level reaches LV. Max."
"...
"In the seventh year... your level rises to level 20. Because of your relentless training, your critical hit has evolved into a lethal strike LV.1. At this point, you realize that you can no longer level up by devouring monster meat. You suspect this is because your template level is too low. If you raise the template level to elite, the level cap will no longer be restricted to level 20."
"For a moment, you don't have a clear idea of how to level up your template, but you know that you can't stay in the goblin tribe any longer. The troll's appetite has been growing larger recently; it doesn't just eat the food you hunt but sometimes even treats goblins as snacks. Moreover, the troll has been eyeing you strangely. Having lived with the troll for seven years, you know exactly what that look means—it's the gaze of something eyeing food."
"Facing this situation, you must make your choice."
"Option 1: Leave the goblin tribe and go out to find a way to evolve."
"Option 2: Stay in the goblin tribe and live in constant fear."
"Option 3: Damn the troll, become the boss yourself."
After seeing these options, Gobro has a rough understanding that the rewards he can choose are only based on his experience in the simulation life. It seems there is no option for life lessons, but that's fine—it's purely an increase in strength.
After thinking for a moment, he says:
"System, level up by 4 levels, and increase critical hit level by 4 levels."
"Consumes 36 evaluation points, rewards have been granted."
Afterward, a surge of power fills his body, and Gobro feels that he can now defeat ten of his previous selves. At the same time, his body size has grown a bit, now standing two heads taller. His height has increased from 1.2 meters to 1.6 meters.
Immediately, a sharp, needle-like pain strikes his brain as a large amount of information floods into his mind. When he regains his focus, his critical hit level has also risen to LV.5.
He's not particularly scared of the changes in his body, because just earlier on his way to eat, he saw several large goblins, all with a body size similar to his. He shouldn't stand out too much in the goblin group."
His attributes have also undergone some changes.
Name: Gobro
Race: Goblin
Template: Ordinary
Level: 5/20 (4%)
Stamina: 7
Strength: 11
Agility: 6
Spirit: 8
Charm: 0
Skills: Critical Hit lv.5
...
For every level gained, all attributes except for charm increase by 1, and 1 point of free attribute points are granted. Without any hesitation, he added all four attribute points to strength. He believed in the power of strength to break through all obstacles, following the path of proving oneself through sheer force.
What intrigued him in this simulation was where the troll had gone during the few days in the middle of the second year, and why the system specifically mentioned it.
After reviewing his attributes, he left the cave, planning to take a walk outside. Upon seeing the scenery, his mind began to recall the memories of his previous self. His previous self had only just been born a week ago, as a newly born goblin. The one who had invited him to eat earlier was called Gobra, and he was slightly older than him.
He glanced around and frowned slightly. The camp was filled with goblin feces everywhere, and the smell was unpleasant. However, he didn't feel too uncomfortable—perhaps his body had already grown used to the smell. After walking for a short distance, he arrived at the place where the meal had taken place.
He saw more than fifty goblins eating the leftover wild boar carcasses. Before he could react, the two carcasses had been completely devoured.
Gululu. His stomach growled in protest.
Seeing the goblins devouring the raw meat didn't disgust him. Instead, it sparked a strong appetite in him. However, the food was already gone, and if he wanted to eat, he would have to hunt for it himself.
After finishing his meal, Gobra walked over to him. Seeing Gobro's appearance, Gobra was a bit surprised and said, "You're Gobro? How did you get so big? What did you eat? Did you eat all that feces?"