[NAME: Alruk
RACE: Goblin
BLOODLINE: Starlight (Legendary)
TITLE: Strong Baby (Common)
COMBAT CLASS:
Shaman – Level 0 (0/50 EXP)
LIFESTYLE CLASS: None
MANA: 140/140
QI: 60/60
ASTRA: 10/10
STATS
Strength: 5
Speed: 4
Dexterity: 5
Stamina: 6
Intelligence: 14
AFFINITY: Light (High), Fire (Mid), Wind (Low), Death (Low)
SKILLS: Monster Language (Vulcan), World Language (Tebanik), Human Language (Halvanish), Mana Sense (2/10)]
The tribe fell silent, waiting for the elder’s reaction as he stared at the infant’s screen far longer than anyone expected.
Suddenly—
“SUN GREAT!
SUN BRIGHT!
SUN BLESS WITH STRONG BLOOD!”
Elder Folg exclaimed after seeing the bloodline.
He didn’t know how much more powerful it was than the Solar Flare bloodline, but he knew it was of an exceptionally high grade—and that alone was worth celebrating.
The chief rose from his throne and walked toward Alruk.
As he glanced over the bloodline and title, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
Before he could look any further, Alruk closed his Archive.
Whispers spread through the crowd.
They didn’t understand what had happened, but judging from the elder’s reaction, they knew it was something extraordinary. Find the original chapter at g.com.
The chief cleared his throat, silencing the murmurs.
“The sun has given us a strong baby—and an even stronger blood,” he declared, his voice filled with authority.
“Today, we celebrate!
Let the fires be lit, and let the sun know that we of the Sunfire Tribe are grateful for this gift!”
He smiled as he placed a hand on Alruk’s shoulder.
The hand was so large that only two fingers actually rested there.
It looked less like a pat and more like someone gripping his neck.
“Go, little one.
Join the others,” the chief said.
Alruk nodded and walked over to the other infants.
Some looked at him with fear, while others watched him with curiosity.
Juff leaned closer and whispered,
“What happened, brother?”
Alruk simply shook his head and gestured for him to stay quiet.
The ceremony continued without any further surprises.
Out of the twenty-five infants, eleven awakened the tribe’s bloodline—including Draz.
Among them were two of the six remaining females.
But the ceremony did not end there.
The adolescent males were sent into the forest to hunt and prove their “manliness,”
while the three adolescent females were tasked with preparing the fire pits for the game.
These roles reflected the tribe’s rigid social structure.
Alruk observed everything with interest.
Primitive as it was, this system was how they had survived.
The flaw, however, was obvious.
Males who might have excelled at other tasks were forced into hunting and fighting, while females who could have become great warriors were confined to support roles.
To Alruk, this was the difference between survival and development.
A survivor does only what is necessary.
A developer creates opportunities to improve.
Eleven males departed for the hunt and were given until midday to return.
Alruk rested beneath the shade of one of the huts.
A few infants sat beside him.
Juff wasn’t among them.
He had moved closer to the front, watching everything with excitement.
The infants around Alruk were those uncomfortable with the heat, including Draz, who had already fallen asleep.
Alruk had been watching over him ever since their part of the ceremony ended.
The little hobgoblin was quiet and constantly alert, so staying close to him now would be beneficial.
The fact that he had already begun standing up for himself had made him distrustful of others.
It was rather sad for a child with the mind of a two-year-old human to harbor such deep distrust.
By midday, the hunters returned carrying two young boars and three rabbits.
Alruk recognized them immediately.
Iron Tusk Boars.
Black-Eyed Rabbits.
That alone told him where the tribe most likely lived.
Darkwood Forest.
The realization allowed him to relax slightly.
Darkwood Forest lay near the city of Dront.
Though it was known as a merchant city, Alruk—once a human noble—knew the truth.
Much of its wealth came from buying and selling non-monster slaves whose minds had been broken by monsters living in the forest.
Many subjugation missions issued by the Adventurers’ Guild were deliberately misleading.
When numerous adventuring parties were reported missing, the city lord would announce a search-and-rescue operation before eventually declaring them dead.
Sometimes they truly were.
Other times, they had been taken from monster settlements after their minds had already been broken, only to be sold as slaves.
Those rescue missions often remained active for years before a “successful rescue” was announced.
Soon afterward, an unusually large number of non-monster slaves would conveniently appear in the city’s slave market.
If it’s that disgrace of a noble, Alruk thought, then I should have enough time to grow stronger before trouble arrives.
The three adolescent females began preparing the game while the rest of the tribe ate fruit and waited for the feast to begin.
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