[In the depths of a dark, damp cave filled with the stench of rot and mildew, you were born.] [This time, you have pointed ears and green skin.] [Yes, you are a loathsome Goblin.] [As one of the offspring of Grum, the “Goblin King” and ruler of this cave tribe.] [Relying on the faint grace of your paternal bloodline.] [You were born at Level 2, stronger than other Goblin cubs.] [In this simple society where strength is paramount, you are barely considered “nobility,” possessing the slight privilege of not having to participate in hunting and war immediately.] [However, don’t get too ahead of yourself.] [Your brothers and sisters are numerous, like seeds scattered by your father across the tribe.] [Among them, some inherited the bloodline of a porcupine mother, born with hard spines on their backs and immense strength;] [Others inherited the advantages of a leopard mother, possessing agile speed and being experts at stealth and ambushes.] “…” “Are you saying the mothers of these Goblins are…???” Ray couldn’t help but complain upon seeing this.
“Goblins are lustful and there is no reproductive isolation.” “So, theoretically, Goblins can have children with any creature.” The system explained considerately.
“…Fine, I have nothing to say.” Ray still knew too little about this fantasy world.
However, he was a bit curious about what species his own mother would be; it wouldn’t be a pig, would it…
[As for you, your mother…
is said to be a human woman abducted during a tribal raid.] [You inherited human wisdom.] [Combined with the cunning inherent in Goblin nature, you are born with a unique talent—Cunning (White).] [Cunning (White): You are very clever, but this cleverness seems difficult to use for good; deception, misleading, and framing are instincts you’ve mastered without a teacher.] [Of course, the “Accelerated Digestion” and “Acid Spray” abilities obtained in the last simulation are still in your body.] [So, you are a Goblin who started ahead of the pack.] […] [Influenced by your talent, you are a natural liar and enjoy it.] [In the first month, your life mainly revolved around eating, sleeping, and…
framing others.] [An ignorant Level 1 little Goblin responsible for delivering your food became your first practice target.] [When he handed you a piece of raw meat from an unknown animal, you immediately took it and invited him to taste it with you.] [After a full meal, he looked at you gratefully.] [However, you only gave a wicked smile.] [Then you suddenly screamed: “Food!
You stole and ate my food!”] [The little Goblin was frightened and at a loss, trying to defend himself.] [But the guards who came hearing the noise saw your “angry” expression and the meat fibers at the corner of his mouth.] [Under the simple and crude logic of Goblins, his explanation was weak and powerless.] [The result was predictable; he was dragged away.] [And you?
Not only did you have a clear conscience, but you also received a piece of fresher, fattier meat as compensation.] [“Devoured low-quality Goblin meat, Experience +0.5…”] [A system prompt flashed quietly.] [“It’s actually Goblin meat…”] [You realized that in this tribe, cannibalism seems to be tacitly permitted.] [To survive, you have to be cunning enough.] [In the second month, your level reached Level 3.] [Your ability to lie became increasingly proficient.] [Your physique grew exceptionally fast because of “Accelerated Digestion.”] [Although still not as good as those porcupine brothers, you were considered sturdy.] [More importantly, your father, Goblin King Grum, began to remember you.] [Grum, a terrifying existence nearly two meters tall with a body covered in scars.] [The witty you discovered one of his traits—he likes to hear flattery.] [Despite the Goblins’ meager vocabulary, he still enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped.] [So, you often ran near his throne, exaggeratingly describing his might.] [“Great Father King!
Your figure is more majestic than the mountains; I feel as if I am seeing a moving calamity!”] [“Oh!
Father!
The luster of this trophy is something only a king like you deserves to possess!”] […] [Grum initially just thought you were a bit noisy, but over time, he found you much more pleasing to the eye.] [You were like a fish in water in the Goblin cave.] [With offerings from the low-level Goblins, you spent a safe and comfortable time growing up.] [You even had time to secretly practice your somewhat mutated “Venom Spray.”] [Since you lost the unique physiological structure of a Slime, your acid couldn’t spray far at all…] [Now it’s more like a kind of corrosive phlegm; you plan to use it as a poison.] [“My phlegm…
is poisonous!”] [However, do you find such days too boring?] [Every day is the same dark cave, the same ignorant compatriots, the same arrogant father…] [The part of the soul in your body that belongs to a human began to crave something…
different.] [Don’t worry, the turning point is coming.]