Conquer the Troll

[Simulation ends, comprehensive score, 281.]

[As an ordinary goblin, you could have led your tribe to glory, but you ended up becoming the tyrant who destroyed it. As a transmigrator, you are a relatively unsuccessful one.]

[Please choose one of the following rewards.]

[Option 1: Level up by one, costs 10 points, can be selected repeatedly.]

[Option 2: Increase critical hit level by one, costs 10 points, spend an additional 50 points to obtain Fatal Blow.]

[Option 3: Obtain skill Swift lv.1, costs 80 points.]

[Option 4: Obtain skill Slow Regeneration lv.1, costs 80 points.]

[Option 5: Obtain talent Small Stomach Bag, costs 50 points.]

[Option 6: Obtain skill Frenzy, costs 300 points.]

After seeing these six options, Gobro felt speechless.

[System, what the hell, I can't even afford Frenzy, why list it out? I only have 281 points left, how am I supposed to make up that 19 points out of thin air!]

[Option 7: Obtain Primitive Evolution, costs 5000 points. Note: After purchasing this item, evolution will automatically start at level 20.]

Hearing the silent system speak again, this time it was Gobro who fell silent. He really wanted Primitive Evolution, but he really couldn't afford it. It seemed like the system had a little conscience, hiding the option to buy Primitive Evolution, and bringing out Frenzy probably to motivate him.

'So, was I wrong? System, I shouldn't have cursed you.'

Thinking this, he purchased the necessary items for this round.

[System, upgrade critical hit to Fatal Blow, then buy Swift, Small Stomach Bag, and Slow Regeneration, and finally, use the last 10 points to level up.]

After spending the 281 points, only 1 point was left, which was just enough for the next talent extraction. The talent this time was practically useless, even the system couldn't be bothered to list it.

After receiving the system's rewards, Gobro's body began to undergo drastic changes. It felt like there were bugs crawling inside him, and his muscles on the surface kept twitching.

After about a minute, this intense pain slowly faded away. When Gobro was seen again, his physique had become much more muscular. He was no longer the previous three-heads-tall body but had grown into a four-heads-tall physique, which was considerably more pleasing to the eye. However, Gobro still refused to look in the mirror. He would never look into a mirror until he transformed into a high-level, handsome goblin.

After receiving the reward, Gobro knew that his strength should have surpassed that of a troll by now. After all, he had so many skills. He was thinking whether he could replace the troll to feed the monsters in the lake, ensuring that the monsters wouldn't kill him.

Once this thought appeared in his mind, it lingered. He decided to try it in the next simulation.

[System, how many magic crystals are needed for the next simulation?]

[The next simulation requires forty first-tier magic crystals.]

'Forty first-tier magic crystals? That's not too many. With his current strength, it wouldn't take long to gather forty first-tier magic crystals.'

However, the density of magical beasts in the valley was not very high right now, and collecting that many magic crystals in the valley would still be difficult. So, he was considering whether to leave the valley for a while.

But this thought only flashed in his mind for a moment before he dismissed it. After all, in the real world, stability is key, and it's wise to hide one's strength when necessary.

Moreover, there were plenty of magic crystals in another place. Looking at the troll's cave, although the troll went to offer sacrifices to the monsters in the lake every month, Gobro could see that the troll's cave still contained quite a lot of magic crystals. These crystals were collected by his fellow tribe members day and night, and it wouldn't do to just hand them over to the troll like that.

Suddenly, a bold idea popped into Gobro's mind. Perhaps he could tame this ogre and take all its magic crystals for himself. As for the magic crystals to be submitted to the creature in the lake, he could let the ogre hunt for them. With the ogre's strength, hunting four or five magical beasts a day would be no problem.

With this thought in mind, Gobro immediately sprang into action.

He headed toward the ogre's cave. The ogre was fast asleep, and by the time Gobro entered its cave, the ogre hadn't noticed his arrival. Seeing this, Gobro, who originally planned to beat the ogre senseless and then take the magic crystals, was momentarily stunned. He then walked toward the pile of magic crystals in the cave. Just as he was about to grab a handful of crystals and leave, he glanced at the ogre sleeping soundly behind him. After a brief hesitation, he decided not to just take the magic crystals but instead walked up to the ogre.

Since he had no intention of hiding, he made some noise while walking, which caused the ogre to groggily wake up.

The moment the ogre woke up, it saw a large hand coming toward its face. Before the ogre could react, the slap had already landed heavily on its face.

Slap!

The ogre's large head was knocked to the other side.

Getting out of bed to receive a brutal slap left the ogre more shocked than hurt.

By the time the ogre wanted to retaliate, Gobro delivered a deadly kick to its chest. A sharp pain radiated from the ogre's chest, and as it tried to stand and fight back, Gobro's hand was already on its throat.

"Move again, and I'll snap your neck."

The cold words, along with Gobro's chilling presence, immediately intimidated the ogre. It realized that it was no match for Gobro, so it stopped resisting, fear written all over its face as it stared at him.

Seeing the ogre stop resisting, Gobro was very satisfied. The ogre in front of him was probably only level eight or nine, and its height wasn't particularly impressive, only about 1.89 meters. Among ogres, it was definitely a short one. Gobro suspected this one was just an average type, and considering how lazy it was, its skill level must also be low.

After a long pause, Gobro said, "Starting today, I'm the boss of the tribe. You'd better behave and hunt magical beasts with me every day. Got it?"

"Got it, got it," the ogre replied, its attitude appearing somewhat agreeable.

Gobro continued, "From now on, you need to hunt at least five magical beasts every day. You can do whatever you want with the meat, but all the magic crystals belong to me. Got it?"

After finishing, the ogre didn't respond.

"What's the matter? You're not happy?"

"No, no, it's just…"

"Just what?"

"It's just… how many is five?" the ogre asked cautiously.

Hearing this question, Gobro almost passed out.