Ding
[Bloodline Awakened]
[Starlight Bloodline (Legendary)]
Description: A bloodline born from the energy of the stars, destined to shine over all existence.
Bloodline Skills:
Star Growth: 200% increase in stat, experience, and comprehension growth during the day under the sun; 100% increase at night under the stars.
Energy Mutation: Mutates all energies you possess, granting a 50% increase in energy efficiency.
Astra Form: Boosts all stats by 20%.
Astra Energy: A unique energy tied to this bloodline that powers Astra Form and can replace other forms of energy.
Recovery: 20% faster recovery from injuries, illnesses, and energy depletion while under the sun; 10% faster recovery at night beneath the stars.
Alruk read through the screen before him.
Again.
And again.
Just to make sure he wasn’t misreading anything.
This was far beyond the bloodline he had possessed in his previous life.
If the rare-grade Silvermoon Bloodline had been an apartment, then the Starlight Bloodline was a mansion.
Excitement surged through his heart as he reread the information.
A Legendary-grade bloodline was something typically possessed by archducal families.
Yet Alruk felt puzzled.
Such a powerful bloodline wasn’t supposed to awaken so easily.
The Silvermoon Bloodline had required special herbs and a ritual conducted beneath a silver full moon.
While the requirements weren’t excessively difficult, they still demanded preparation.
But this?
It had awakened simply because he stepped outside.
He had expected far greater difficulty from a Legendary-grade bloodline.
Still—
Who complains about a free feast?
Others jumped at the sharp ding that echoed in their minds the moment they stepped outside.
Even those who received no notifications looked around nervously, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar environment.
Slowly, they were guided toward the center of the village.
At three months old, the goblin children were roughly comparable to two-year-old human toddlers.
As they reached the village square, a crowd of goblins surrounded them.
Alruk carefully observed the tribe.
It was a relatively large settlement.
There were twenty-one adult males and seven adult females.
The oldest female was absent.
She hadn’t appeared in the nursery for over a week.
‘She may have died’, Alruk thought calmly.
The tribe also possessed eighteen adolescents, three of whom were female and twenty-one children among who four were females.
As for the infants, only twenty-five remained from the original thirty-seven.
Twelve had died from illness, deformities, or abnormalities that had never been treated.
Altogether, the tribe numbered around ninety goblins.
Ahead of them stood an elevated wooden platform positioned before the largest hut.
A hobgoblin stood atop it.
He was shorter than the chief but significantly broader, with muscles bulging beneath his green skin.
A massive double-headed axe rested beside him.
A warrior-class, without question.
Beside him stood a goblin carrying a staff marked with dried blood, similar to the one wielded by the elderly goblin who had led them from the cave.
Another shaman.
The hobgoblin and younger shaman stood on either side of a large wooden chair.
Once the children were assembled before the platform, silence descended upon the village.
The infants, now the center of attention, became noticeably tense.
This was far beyond anything they had ever experienced.
Then the animal-hide curtain covering the entrance of the largest hut was pushed aside.
An elderly female hobgoblin emerged. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Immediately, Alruk noticed a resemblance between her and the elderly goblin who had once cared for them.
She must have evolved through a lifestyle class, he realized.
That alone was impressive.
Lifestyle classes provided less energy during evolution, making advancement more difficult.
The female hobgoblin stood roughly 167 centimeters tall.
Her hair was brown, streaked heavily with gray, and her aged eyes carried years of experience.
She was sweating heavily and walked with obvious difficulty.
Yet every male goblin present watched her intently.
To Alruk, it was strange.
She resembled a worn human woman in her fifties.
Her green skin looked pale and unhealthy.
Her ears and nose were shorter than those of most goblins, giving her a vaguely elven appearance.
An old elf, at least.
Yet to the male goblins, she might as well have been the most beautiful female in the tribe.
In fairness, compared to ordinary female goblins, female hobgoblins were generally more attractive.
More importantly, she was one of the few females they didn’t have to force themselves upon.
As a result, the lust in their eyes only intensified.
Disgust churned in Alruk’s stomach as he observed the older males.
Even the hobgoblin warrior and the shamans were no exception.
As the elderly female stepped forward, a massive hand suddenly emerged from the hut and grabbed her.
Moments later, its owner revealed himself.
Alruk rolled his eyes.
It was the same hobgoblin who had named them months ago.
The chief.
Stepping onto the platform with a satisfied grin, he carried a massive club in one hand while dragging the female hobgoblin with the other.
He sat down upon the throne-like chair, placed the club beside him, and pulled the female onto his lap.
Then, in a booming voice filled with satisfaction, he declared,
“Let the ceremony begin.”