[Finally, at the end of the fourth month, you felt a qualitative change in your skill.] [Deception Art (Proficient 1/1000): You can actively consume a certain amount of mental power to cast this skill.
Once successfully cast, no matter how outrageous the lie you tell, the target will choose to believe it for a certain period of time.] (PS: The success rate is linked to factors such as the strength gap between both parties, the target’s intelligence, and their mental state.) [As you read the skill description, your eyes shone with a terrifying light.] [This advancement directly turned a passive skill into an active one!] [Although the success rate is restricted by various factors, this undoubtedly opens a new door.] [You couldn’t help but laugh out loud in the empty cave, your laughter echoing between the stone walls, carrying a hint of indescribable malice.] [In the fifth month, your level reached Level 6.] [You even fashioned a stone sword for yourself.] [Though crude, the sharp stone blade and the venom applied to it still greatly enhanced your combat power.] [Every time you returned from hunting and handed over half of your gains to the Tribal Priest, you would always quietly cast Deception Art on him.] [“Respected Priest, I have handed over the prey.”] [The old priest would sometimes nod and wave you through; other times, he would fly into a rage and see through your lie.] [The success rate was about fifty-fifty.] [This made you realize that when facing a target whose strength might be higher than yours, or who is naturally suspicious, the risk of Deception Art failing is very high.] [But even so, Deception Art still brought you an extra portion of precious meat.] [It’s worth mentioning that because of your ‘outstanding’ performance, you gained a ‘privilege’ that many Goblins envied—the right to mate.] [Deep within the Goblin cave, there was a place called the ‘Nursery.’] [Inside were kept ‘breeding beds’—that is, various female creatures—that the tribe had plundered from various places over the years.] [Falling into the hands of Goblins was something more terrifying than death.] [The breeding beds endured continuous, undignified torture and gestation until their lives were exhausted.] [Having been exposed to many fantasy works in your previous life, when you gained the right to mate, a hint of curiosity and dark longing did indeed cross your mind.] [Erotic images of elves, saintesses, and the like flashed by.] [However, the cold water of reality was splashed quickly and harshly.] [When you were led to the assigned breeding bed, you didn’t see the slender and beautiful exotic woman you imagined, but a huge, spine-covered, strong-smelling…
female porcupine.] [Yes, it was exactly the mother of one of your brothers!] [“Fuck!”] [You instantly felt a wave of nausea, and all your fantasies vanished.] [“I forgot this damn Goblin race has no standards at all!”] [Looking at the porcupine that was grunting at you, its eyes seemingly filled with a bit of numbness, you only felt incredibly disgusted.] [“Even if I chop it off myself, I won’t give it to a pig!”] [You let out an angry low growl and turned to leave.] [As you walked away quickly, you listened to the various moans of pain or numbness faintly coming from the depths of the cave.] [At a glance, it seemed you couldn’t see any future for this tribe…] [The sixth month.] [Time passed in your hunting, deception, and interaction with Little Sun.] [Because you ate magical beast meat every day and engaged in continuous physical activity, your growth was obvious.] [Your level increased to Level 7.] [Your body became leaner and tougher, muscle lines were faintly visible under your green skin, and your movements became even more agile.] [You felt that both the capacity of your venom sac and the concentration of the acid had increased, and the stone sword became even more comfortable to use.] [Among the younger generation of Goblins in the tribe, you were already a presence with considerable strength.] [You should know that your father, the Goblin King, was only Level 15.] [At the same time, you finally completely mastered the spoken and common written forms of the Human Common Language.] [The system’s notification sound rang—] [Mastered new skill: Language Mastery (Beginner 1/100)] [Language Mastery (Beginner): You have mastered the languages of at least two intelligent species and can conduct daily communication and basic written reading and writing.
When communicating with subjects who speak these languages, understanding and expression efficiency are slightly improved.] Seeing this, Ray asked with some curiosity, “System, can this skill also be upgraded?” “In theory, when the Host masters the languages of a hundred different races, this skill can advance to a higher-level form.” Hearing this, Ray imagined the scene of himself, a green-skinned Goblin, using a hundred different dialects to speak sophistry, and couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head.
For now, mastering the human language was enough.
He continued reading.
[Now, you are a Goblin with considerable strength and a bit of culture.] [But dear, you don’t know yet that a disaster sufficient to destroy the entire tribe is quietly approaching…]