Later in the afternoon, Minerva decided to take a nap. I decided to use this opportunity to search the forest for my shrubs. She would probably have been pissed if she woke up and I wasn't back in the cave so I would make sure to co back very early. No more than an hour out. I had the agent acting as a tir for .
So now, I was flying through the forest, testing how fast I could go and damn, was I fast. It was pretty cool zooming through the forest. So this was how fast I could go with 600 speed? Then how fast was Shiro? I think she had 200 plus speed. Was that average speed for humans? But that wasn't as fast this. Ah well.
How fast was Minerva? Her agility stats were crazy high. I wondered just how fast she could go, and how long it would take for to reach that level of capability.
I decided to take a break and land sowhere on the ground so I could try using my special fusion of my perception skills. I once again tried the use of [Mana Perception], [Auto Mapping], [Goggles] and [Heat Sense]. This ti, I managed to keep it up for 5 seconds before puking.
It would seem my [ntal Damage Resistance] was slowly growing stronger.
[You have acquired the skill [ntal Pain Resistance]]
I also acquired a new skill. But that was practically a ward against headaches and other stuff. I decided to ignore it and focus on my current predicant.
'Predicant? Hmm… can I call it that when I'm in literally no trouble at all?'
I avoided a stone that was thrown at my head easily.
'Hmm, should I say situation? No, that still seems like I have an issue.'
I took a step back avoiding a slash at my neck from a little green man holding a stone dagger. Obviously it was a random goblin. Its stats too weren't promising in the slightest. The goblin kept attacking and I simply kept avoiding the stones being thrown at .
'Um, maybe I shouldn't be thinking about this for now. It's actually getting annoying dealing with these retards.'
I was referring to the four goblins surrounding . Two of them were hiding in the bushes, throwing rocks at . One was attacking up front, probably acting as a diversion and then there was the idiot trying to run away.
Normally I should be thinking that he was trying to go get more goblins to co aid, but with my new unique skill [Hunter], I could tell the character traits of various monster species and co up with the best simulated strategies to hunt them down and kill them.
What this ant was that, I could easily figure out the motives of my enemies by rely seeing them. Although I doubted that it would always be useful. According to the agent, there would certainly be monts where my guessed outcos would fail especially on humans, since they sotis acted out of the norm.
Still, this was a good skill. That timber wolf king had quite the ability on him. I guess that was how he managed to beco the leader of a pack of crazy powerful bloodthirsty timber wolves. Ah, that's right. That damned black wolf! I would kill him.
In a rage, I cut down the annoying goblin in front of by accident.
'Oops… ah well. I guess you guys are next.'
I glared at them through the bushes. They must have noticed because they ran like hell. I flew at them, but I didn't kill them. I simply kicked them to trees. They wouldn't get up so quickly from that. I changed my attention to the other goblin who was running away at first. He had stopped and was walking this way.
'Huh? What's he planning?'
He ca out of the bushes. My [Hunter] skill wasn't working anymore, because this wasn't normal in the slightest. His hands were raised as he ca out with a nervous smile on his face.
"E-easy. Easy there. No need to get violent."
He stamred.
I looked at the cheeky bastard. He was treating like I was so kind of wild dangerous animal.
'I was a human before, you know? I'm not so wild beast you dirty goblin!'
I wanted to say this so badly to it, but I simply couldn't because I was a damned bird. I would fight the being that made into a bird. I would kick his darn ass into oblivion.
"Hehe… C-Could you please help us?"
The goblin started pleading for help all of a sudden.
'Help?'
"Y-You see. M-My people. We are starving. Y-You can help us, right?"
'Huh? I'm supposed to help you? How and why? Wait, do you guys want to eat ?'
I drew in closer to the goblin. He shut his eyes and was shaking feverishly. It were almost like he was going to piss himself, but then
"Please! I beg you! Help my village! Or else we will starve to death! I beg of you O' powerful chicken!"
'Eh?'
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So, the goblins were the most pathetic monster race I would probably ever see. They were so weak to the point of requesting for help from a chicken. Or what they assud was a chicken. AKA .
Yes, these disgusting green scum at the bottom of the food chain have deed it fit to plead to for help. My chance at becoming a proper Isekai protagonist had co along! I wasn't going to miss this opportunity for the world.
The problem however was the lack of food for goblins. They were so weak they weren't even able to hunt for their own food without losing several mbers in a single day. So, this little guy wanted to help them by bringing them food. To be honest, I didn't kill him because of his bravery. I was sort of interested.
At least that explained why they kept going to Minerva. And that was probably the reason why Minerva didn't listen to them. They wouldn't go for food for her. Instead they wanted her to get food for them. Lazy servants were truly useless to a leader who was already too lazy. The damned retards.
The goblin race was a really annoying one filled with retarded hungry creatures.
So, to help them I decided to catch twenty rabbits for them. About fourteen horned and six fanged. I went up by two levels. I ate one of them to see if I would level up like before, but I didn't. I most likely needed a lot of food for that or maybe powerful monsters.
Nine bunnies should be enough to feed an entire tribe according to the bastard. It was probably because of their size. Like, one goblin was at least half the size of a horned rabbit. They were really tiny. It almost made no sense how they evolved into such big creatures like hob-goblins.
Anyway, we grabbed the other two goblins and headed towards the goblin's village. When we got there, there were a bunch of goblins standing out there, waiting for . I looked at the little bastard next to .
Had he tricked so I could be killed? I was planning on using [Fire Breath] to burn the bastard to a crisp.
Sensing this, he walked forward and cald down the other goblins. He explained the situation to them, but ntioned so bull about being so sort of "Fire bird"? I had no idea what he was saying so I asked the agent. The agent said it was also unsure and that more investigation into the matter would be necessary for it to narrow down the possibilities and give an accurate answer.
I simply shrugged it off, since it would be a headache to try to ask the goblin to tell about the firebird or whatever nonsense that was. However, it would seem I wasn't permitted to have an enjoyable stay, as today was one that would most likely stick in my mind for the rest of my second life.
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In the west of Larm, there was a disgusting race that road its bushes in secrecy. They mostly appeared during the day hiding in the shadows of trees and trying to stay out of sight, but failing at that badly. They were weak and despised by all races. They were relentless, violent, rapists that just pillaged and stole food they didn't work for. They were more of an annoying pest than anything. They were little green naces that were sotis called devils. The only advantage they had against other races was not their brains (They were dumb as shit), not their strength (Weaker than shit), not the fastest (Slow as shit), but their number (Shit, they were a lot).
If you were to ask anyone the creatures with the most population, the first na to co to mind was goblins. However, there was an incident that took place six years ago that forever changed this. The goblins lost most of their number and their rate of reproduction went down. At the mont, there were not more than seven hundred goblins in the West of Larm.
They were weak, dumb, slow and few in number. Now they were easy pickings waiting to be wiped off the map. Back in a certain era, if you had said goblins were near extinction, anyone would have laughed at you, but now, they would simply shrug at the thought as if it were normal, which was not so.
Right now, in one tribe of goblins, there was an uproar. The goblin village was excited when three of their mbers returned from the forest with not one, but nineteen rabbits. That was enough to feed their entire village for a week. Two if they rationed it (They wouldn't). Even better they had brought a chicken along with them. It was bliss for them.
This news was so amazing that the others completely ignored the fact that one of their mbers had died. Then again, it was a normal for mbers of their village to die every day. Still, that didn't change the fact that so of those who had very close relationships with the deceased would be affected. Yes, as absurd as it sounded, even the goblins could forge proper relations with each other. Them being on the verge of extinction was due to a lot of reasons and this was one of the reasons why they weren't dead yet.
A young goblin had been sharpening a stone dagger very deep in the cave. He was surrounded by 3 other goblins that were like his brothers. Although they were all technically siblings, since most of them were birthed from one mother, goblins didn't think of it like that. They were just born from the sa womb, that didn't an they were related. That was their ntality. They simply didn't believe in blood relations. Although there were the rare few exceptions.
Normally, they were a group of 5, but one of them went on a hunting trip with so other goblins on this day. Goblins took daily shifts, as to who was supposed to hunt. He had no choice but to go, because it was his turn and they normally went out in fours. The reason for this? Completely stupid and unnecessary. This young goblin was not a fan of the idea of his friend going out with a bunch of weaklings, but there was nothing that could be done about it.
"WOOOOHOOO!"
"YAAAY!"
As he was sharpening his tools, screams of his people could be heard coming from the entrance.
'What? Happening?'
He turned to look at behind him curiously, but he wouldn't be able to see. He would have to get closer.
"What is going on?"
"Did sothing happen?"
Things like this could be heard from his companions who also took notice of the screams. All of sudden,
"You guys! You guys! They have returned!"
A younger goblin was running towards him, waving its hand.
The goblin who had been sharpening his dagger perked up when he heard that 'they' had co back. He was thinking about the chief and his crew that had gone on an expedition 2 weeks ago. The chief was known as the strongest goblin in their history, second only to his predecessor. He even managed to evolve into a hobgoblin through rigorous training and had been protecting the village for nearly 7 years. He would sotis go on expeditions to get supplies for the goblins or would stay back and protect the goblins from other threats such as timber wolves. He was nothing like that foolish outcast that had beco a Tyrant. He was certain that she didn't deserve her title as the Tyrant of the West and that the chief should rather beco the Tyrant. But it had been 2 weeks since they last heard from the chief and they were getting restless.
"The chief is back?"
He grabbed the younger goblin by its shoulder and asked, not waiting patiently for it to catch its breath.
"No… The… hahaha… Other… Guys… Who… Went… Hunting… At… Noon."
He panted after each word.
"Tch!"
He clicked his tongue. He was excited for a mont because he thought that the chief had returned.
"So why is everyone excited?"
The little one had finally caught his breath and he excitedly explained the situation,
"They brought nineteen rabbits and a chicken."
"Nineteen rabbits?"
"Im-Impossible! They would have been killed by the rabbits."
The word escaped his mouth. There was no way a squad of just four goblins managed to kill nineteen rabbits. That made no sense whatsoever. And where would they get a chicken from in a damned forest?
"You better not be lying young one, or else..."
He threatened the child, but the little one responded with a smile.
"I swear on the Wicked Witch's na. They actually did."
"Yo kid! You know what you are saying?"
One of the goblins questioned.
"You can't swear on the Wicked Witch's na and lie, you know. That will curse you!"
"Oi kid! If I find out that you're lying!"
He nodded his head quickly.
"Go see."
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