From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem Chapter 141: Where does Darkness comes from?

Rae and lissa walked, careful not to bump into any of the worker goblins shuffling around with their carts.

Even though they were invisible, it wasn’t like they were ghosts that could just pass through things.

No, their bodies were still solid, still very much capable of shoulder-checking a goblin if they weren’t careful.

But of course, they weren’t too worried. The goblins looked pathetic, all of them short, green, dumb as bricks, and probably level one trash.

"They look dumb."

Rae muttered under his breath, and lissa gave a quick nod, eyes blank like she wasn’t even paying attention.

Because if there was anyone dumb here, it wasn’t the goblins. It was her.

She just jacked off a goblin. Not even a normal one. A freak mutant with a monster between its legs. She milked it like a dairy maid at the farm.

She even let it suck her, and worst of all, she ca. Twice. Her toes curled, her body shook, and she fucking ca on a goblin’s tongue.

If there was a prize for stupidity, she had already won gold.

’I still can’t believe that I did that.’

lissa’s body trembled as the mory crashed back. That fat, twitching beast throbbing in her hands. That hot, disgusting spray painting her face. Her lips had almost touched it.

Her whole body had shivered with each spurt. The green goo still clung in her hair like cursed sli.

She squeezed her eyes shut, cheeks burning.

’I did it to save him. Yes. That’s all. Rae kun was dying, anyone could see it, his face was pale, his chest barely moving. I had no choice. I had to milk the poison out. I saved him.’

Her hands tightened into fists, knuckles white, trying to crush her sha.

Rae, of course, just walked on in silence, the corners of his lips twitching like he wanted to laugh.

With lissa drowning in her heroic delusion, they reached the place where the carts ca from.

They stopped at the entrance, pressed flat against the wall, watching as empty carts rolled in and carts stacked with strange black ores rolled out.

lissa breathed slowly, forcing herself to focus.

But even now, behind her eyelids, she still saw it. That monstrous thing jerking in her hands, spattering her face, dripping down her chin.

’Gods help , I’m a fucking idiot.’

’Shit, I should focus here.’

lissa shook her head, trying to clear away the sticky mories of green sli dripping down her face.

Now wasn’t the ti to think about goblin cum. Now was the ti to move.

They had to ti their entry perfectly or else they’d get caught. One wrong step and a dumb little green worker would bump into them, then it’d be ga over.

"For every five carts coming and going, there’s a pause for a second. We need to use that window, Rae kun."

"Ogay."

His reply was flat, like he didn’t care whether they succeeded or got skewered. lissa wanted to smack him, but she clenched her jaw instead and waited.

The carts creaked and rolled, wood grinding on stone. One, two, three, four, five—pause.

lissa grabbed Rae’s wrist and yanked him with her, their bodies slipping through the narrow door fra into the next chamber.

And then—bam.

They froze. Their eyes went wide. The sight hit them like a punch in the stomach.

"Wh-what the fuck is that!"

lissa gasped so loud her own voice echoed. Her throat went dry, she rubbed her eyes hard enough to see sparks, but the nightmare in front of her didn’t vanish. It was real. Too real. She wanted to puke.

She wanted to scream. But her mouth just hung open.

She couldn’t believe it at all. Not with her own two eyes.

anwhile Rae just stood there, mouth half open, his face blank like a man watching a train derail in slow motion.

His thoughts, though, were not so noble.

’I am glad I at least got a handjob before this shit hit the ground.’

He glanced sideways, lips twitching.

’I suppose I should’ve gotten a blowjob too. At least. A pity. Maybe another ti.’

Rae sighed, long and dramatic, like he was so bored noble at an opera. He tilted his head up, and sure enough, lissa’s face was red with fury. Her body trembled, her eyes blazing.

She looked like a woman who had been humiliated, used, painted in goblin filth, and now forced to stand in a room full of... whatever this was.

Why was she this angry?

Because now she finally understood where the so-called darkness, the one the damn Goblin King stuffed his fat belly with, actually ca from.

She had heard rumors before, whispers that these freaks harvested darkness from negative emotions.

But hearing about it was one thing. Seeing it live, right in front of her eyes, was sothing else entirely.

And now it all made sense to her. Ugly, disgusting, fucked-up sense.

The room itself was a symphony of pain. Wails, cries, sobs—like a thousand damned souls in a pit. But it wasn’t one or two—it was endless.

Dozens, no, a hundred people were strapped onto crooked wooden crosses that were jamd into the floor like stakes.

The whole chamber glowed with a sickly purple light, a huge circle of runes sizzling under their feet like hot coals.

lissa’s stomach twisted.

The people scread for it to stop. They begged, they pleaded, they wailed until their throats bled, but the rune didn’t care.

’So this is how they do it. This is how they chew on people’s hearts.’

She didn’t know exactly what mories those poor souls were being forced to relive, but she could guess.

The faces told it all. Eyes wide, mouths foaming, muscles jerking like puppets. That wasn’t physical pain—it was worse.

Their own nightmares were eating them alive.

And it clicked.

The rune circle was forcing them to drown in their darkest mories again and again, squeezing out their fear, their despair, their sha. All of it. And when the suffering reached a breaking point, the glowing lines pulsed, and—pop.

A black-purple chunk of ore spat out of the circle like a kidney stone from hell.

lissa shivered when she saw it roll on the ground, glistening like wet coal.

And then the worker goblins waddled over, their drooling mouths stretched wide. They picked up those chunks, tossed them into their rattling carts, and carried them off like obedient little ants.

Where did the carts go. lissa already knew.

To the other room. To be crushed into powder. Powder that the king would inhale, lick, snort, rub into his gums—whatever the monster liked. Powder made from pure despair.

Her anger boiled hot enough to choke her.

Her people.

The people of her kingdom, the ones who vanished in the night, the ones who were whispered about as "lost," were right here.

Tied like slabs of at to those crooked crosses, writhing in agony. An endless fucking ocean of them, stretching out into the purple haze like a grotesque harvest field.

lissa’s chest tightened so hard she thought her ribs would snap.

Her people.

Her jaw clenched, her nails digging so deep into her palms that blood trickled down her wrist.

’This isn’t just cruelty. This is slavery of the soul.’

The worst part was how organized it looked. Like a factory. A neat, well-oiled production line for despair.

Screams went in, ores ca out. Goblins squealed and giggled as they pushed their carts, as if they were hauling bread from a bakery instead of pain.

lissa’s body trembled, her rage bubbling up like magma under her skin.

’All this ti, while I was praying for their safety, while I was dreaming that maybe they were still alive sowhere... they were here. Broken. Milked like livestock.’

The purple light flickered across her face, highlighting her bared teeth.

Behind her, Rae scratched his head with that deadpan expression, his gaze wandering over the crosses like he was watching a shitty stage play.

’Man... and I thought my life was a ss.’

"I will kill them all."

lissa hissed the words through clenched teeth, her hand already sliding for her bow like it was itching to taste blood. But Rae caught her wrist mid-motion and shook his head slowly.

Her breath hitched.

"What are you doing, Rae kun, these goblins are literally grinding souls like cheap sausages, and you want to sit still."

"Think before mada do it."

"Th-think before I do it... Think before I do it?!"

Her voice cracked like a whip, loud enough that one goblin twitched its ear.

"What the fuck are you even saying. Wait—don’t tell . Don’t you dare fucking tell you’re stopping because you’re a goblin. Is that it? Are you siding with them."

Her eyes locked on him, glowing like molten erald fire. That look alone used to be enough to make the old Rae fold like wet parchnt.

Old Rae would have pissed his loincloth, dropped to his knees, and died with a dumb apology stuck in his throat.

But this Rae? This was level forty Rae. His balls had stat boosts now. His nerves had passive resistance. His spine was straight like a damn legendary greatsword.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t cower. Just stared back at her with a face that scread, please shut the fuck up before we both die, woman.