Whatever the hell happened here?!

There it was. The Dream.

The Great Goblin Dream.

Unite the tribes. Build the empire.

And yes, very important detail, create a goblin paradise stacked high with human, elf, succubus, and fairy harems.

A buffet of beauty.

A kingdom where goblins ruled and bathed in gold... and maybe boobs.

It was beautiful. It was ambitious.

It was... currently a fantasy.

Gear didn't say anything right away.

Just stared into the forest, where the wind whispered like it had secrets, and even the trees leaned in to listen.

Yes, it was a dream.

But not for long.

Gear stared at Rabbi, the little shit.

All muscle, fire, and not enough brain to fry a goblin egg.

But still, he earned his spot.

They'd fought once. Not a playful spar or some "test of might" crap—no. It was blood, sweat, spit, and nut-kicks.

A duel for the crown.

And Gear won.

Barely.