From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem Chapter 90: Goblin King Alive?!

Gear chuckled, rubbing the back of his head like a guy caught with his pants halfway down.

"Well, he said he’d show up when you ca, but..."

He looked around, the forest silent, empty, no grand entrance, no dramatic boom—"

...He’s late."

"What?"

Celeste crossed her arms.

"So you’re gonna take to your goblin hideout and let et this man?"

Gear actually laughed at that. A hearty, throaty one.

"Oh no, sweetheart, you wouldn’t survive the sll."

But then—

"That won’t be necessary."

A voice. Smooth. Dangerous. Familiar.

"We et again... Hero."

Celeste froze. Her breath caught like a song interrupted mid-note.

That voice—it was like a dagger that her soul rembered.

She turned around—

And her eyes widened. Her pupils shook.

No fucking way.

That fra. That posture. That look that said "you’re already dead and just don’t know it yet."

It was him.

The Goblin King.

The very bastard who had knocked her and the others halfway to hell last ti.

He looked alive. Stronger. Maybe taller?

And still radiating that aura of casual, arrogant power like he could swat them like flies and go back to sipping wine out of a skull.

Celeste bit her lip.

’Why is he here?’

...

anwhile, behind that terrifying, soul-warping aura—was Rae.

Inside, he was sweating bullets.

’Okay okay okay... just keep walking like you own the goddamn forest.’

’Channel that inner boss energy.’

’Chest out. Voice deep. Don’t trip over a root.’

Rae had been speedrunning mories of the old Goblin King in his brain.

The way the guy walked, the way he turned his head slightly before saying sothing ominous, the way his arms stayed loose like he was always ready to wreck soone.

He’d seen flashes—mories of that terrifying duel with the heroes, the bloodbath, the screams, the badass smirk.

’Damn... not hard at all.’

Acting? Easy. At least when you’ve literally got the man’s mory downloaded in your head.

And right now?

Rae was full-on channeling Goblin Daddy Supre.

One wrong twitch though, and he’d probably get Celeste’s holy sword up his ass.

But hey, no pressure.

’I should go overboard here.’

Rae smirked inside his own head.

Yeah, if the Goblin King was known for anything, it was being extra.

Dramatic as hell. Walked like he owned not just the land but the damn sky above it.

His people treated him like so divine, walking deity with a massive cock and zero humility.

So naturally, Rae dialed it up.

He strutted into the scene like he just fucked the forest into submission. Shoulders loose, head high.

Celeste felt her fists shake again.

Her nails dug into her palms.

Her teeth clenched so hard her jaw popped.

’It’s him. That son of a bitch. It’s actually him.’

The sa man—no, monster—they thought was dead.

The sa Goblin King whose supposed severed head they paraded through the capital like a carnival float.

They had celebrated. There were fireworks.

People nad their babies after the battle.

The king himself cried in front of everyone like a baby who lost his tit.

And yet... here he was.

Alive.

Not just alive, the fucker looked fresh.

His muscles didn’t look like they belonged to soone who’d clawed his way out of the grave.

His skin had that healthy glow, like he’d been bathing in mana milk and virgin tears.

’What the hell?! We burned your body, you bastard!’

Her thoughts were loud. Loud enough to almost scream.

She had spent months—MONTHS—wandering these cursed woods, dragging her broken beliefs through mud, chasing shadows and whispers and goddamn feelings.

And now?

Those feelings slapped her in the face.

Hard.

’He was alive. He fooled us all. We were nothing but pawns in his stupid little ga...’

She stared at him with raw, bubbling rage.

anwhile, Rae was thinking:

’Alright, alright, deep voice... stare at her like she’s a naughty little fly that annoyed you during a nap.’

He narrowed his eyes slightly. Flared his nostrils.

Did a slow nod. Very slow. Kings do things slow. Like they have all the ti in the goddamn world.

Gear stepped back with reverence, even bowing his head a little.

Celeste saw that. And her stomach flipped.

’He has been regrouping with warriors like this young goblin!’

She clenched her jaw, lifted her chin, and stared into his eyes like she wanted to headbutt a god.

She wouldn’t run. She wouldn’t cry. Not now. Not here.

But one question hamred her skull harder than a war drum.

’How?’

How the actual hell was he standing here like this?

Like... this?

Forget being alive—he should at least be limping, dragging his leg like a defeated mutt, covered in scars and trauma, slling like burnt sha.

At the very least, shouldn’t he look half-dead?

Maybe a little hungry?

Maybe a bit... humiliated?

But no.

The man standing in front of her looked like he just returned from a full-body massage.

His skin glowed. His posture scread royalty.

His eyes twinkled like he already knew how this story ends.

’That’s not possible...’

And yet, here he was. The sa asshole they all thought was dead.

Standing. Breathing. Smug.

Why? How?

She gritted her teeth. Her brain scrambled for logic—but logic took a sick day.

What she didn’t know? Rae didn’t pick that look.

He couldn’t pick any other look.

All the mories from the old Rae—the goblin Rae—only had one image of the king: in his pri. Strong, unbeatable, proud.

There were no mories of him getting his ass beat. No image of defeat. No version that was crawling or dying.

So when Rae transford—he took that form.

Peak fantasy. King edition. Fully juiced.

Just by accident.

But Celeste didn’t know that.

And sothing else was itching at her nerves. More dangerous than the disbelief. More eerie than his perfect form.

She couldn’t feel him.

’Why can’t I sense his power...?’

No matter how hard she pushed her aura, how deep she scanned—nothing.

No mana. No darkness. Not even a flicker.

Like he was a perfectly normal man. Just with freakishly good posture and bad intentions.

Only two explanations made sense.

One:

Maybe, just maybe, their past battle did do sothing.

Maybe they crippled him.

Maybe the Goblin King lost all his power and now he’s just bluffing.

A hollow scarecrow in shiny skin.

Or...