Day 9
I do realize that there must be many more things I can learn about the sanguine plague. But for now, I've acquired the knowledge I needed, and now I must capitalize on it.
For all the days since coming here, I've not had any place to properly stay. I've wingin' it as I went, lucky not to stumble into any other big tree-dwellers in the glades or the rocky hills since they were apparently none.
There was only that one ti at the swamps where I found those komodo-chaleon things, which made extrely uneasy to find rest there.
While now that I've beco sowhat of an apex predator amongst the outer reaches of the rocky hills and most of the glades, I still need a place where I can properly stay.
Looking back at the green-skinned fellow behind , I ponder my thoughts.
While I do have my grievances with Bob and his previous leg-biting, I honestly don't care anymore.
Bob is the first creature I've dominated with my blood plague skill, and I believe he could possibly beco an asset for .
C'mon Bob, let's get outta here. I have sothing interesting in mind for you.
Just before leaving, I turn to Bob again.
"Bob, go finish off the rest" -
While I could give Bob commands with my mind, just by willing it. But found it more comfortable to speak when telepathy wasn't needed.
Promptly and without hesitation, Bob walked over and picked up the sharp rock which had been dropped by the previous dead goblin subject.
Without any further ceremony, Bob executed the remaining test subjects.
[8 Goblins have been slain by another under your control!]
[You have been rewarded with the split 121 points of EXP]
Wondering how the EXP was split between Bob and , I appraised him.
-Appraisal!-
[Appraisal - Goblin]
Na: "???"
Race: Goblin
Sex: Male
Rank: H-
Level: 5/10
Health: 30/30
Stamina: 12/13
Mana: 0/0
[Attributes]
STR - 5
VIT - 4
AGI - 5
DEX - 4
INT - 5
CHR - 1
WILL - 2
MAG - 0.01
[Trait, Titles, and Skills].
Skills - 4
Traits - 2
Titles - 0
[Resistances]
Phy. Resistance - 3
Mag. Resistance - 0.084
n. Resistance - 1
[Afflicted - (Domination)]
Hmm, not even a single level-up?
I know that the EXP I now get from goblins are severely reduced. But the EXP he gains should be more since they're on the sa power level of himself.
How EXP is rewarded and calculated is sothing I've yet to fully figure out.
I do know that EXP is only rewarded to the one dealing the killing blow to a creature, mostly from damaging a creature and them sothing else kills it while I gain nothing.
But sothing suspicious has been nagging the back of my mind for a long ti.
While I most definitely didn't have it easy getting this far with death's door being a hair-length away at all tis, I've been growing so damn fast.
I do have to credit my extrely powerful traits and skills. But if it was that easy to grow in power by just killing and grinding, wouldn't this world have been already overrun by so absolutely terrifying monsters?
Looking back at my limit breaker trait, I wonder just how much it's doing for .
-Limit breaker-
A unique trait that allows the user to be unhindered by the limitations of levels, evolutions, and skills.
Unhindered by the limitations of levels, evolutions, and skills.
The limitations ntioned in the here, are they the ones keeping all the creatures of this world in check?
Could it be that the amount of EXP I get is much more or different in so way to other inhabitants of this world?
Recalling the goblin chief at level 10, I wonder if his reasoning for not evolving when he had reached the level cap, might have sothing to do with another limitation that hindered him in doing so.
While I can not be sure, these are the most logical and reasonable answers to my speculations.
I should most definitely not neglect the importance of the limit breaker trait if that is truly the case.
Stopping myself from wandering any further in that direction, I glance at Bob's status once more before closing it.
Oh, it would seem that his na hasn't changed to Bob either, I'm most likely not powerful or influential enough to do so yet.
I do rember the system explaining how nas for monsters worked in this world, so I wonder just how powerful and influential are we talking?
Done ruminating my thoughts, I call Bob to follow .
Outside of the rancid-slling goblin den, I smile in the delight as the sweet morning breeze hits .
I was a bit worried I might permanently damage my ability to sll if I stayed any longer in there.
Looking at Bob to see what he thought, I began wondering just how much intelligence is left in there.
On his status, it seed that his intelligence was unaffected.
Hmm, I wonder. Can I return him to consciousness?
Currently, Bob is just a mindless puppet that can follow basic commands.
But If has to beco a valuable asset in the future, I need him to be more than that.
Approaching Bob, I inspected our connection closely with my mind's eye.
Spending a minute or two, I find sothing interesting in the connection. Embedded within the bridge I've ford between and Bob, I see what I believe to be a stream of consciousness.
Around the stream of consciousness is sothing similar to a pressure holding it firmly together in a vice-like grip.
Intrigued, I try and slowly lessen that pressure.
Keeping an eye on Bob as I did, I notice his blank stare beco more and more alive again.
Completely removing the pressure, I take a step back and look at the now confused-looking goblin.
Focussing on , Bob's eyes suddenly beca wide with realization.
About to scream out and turn tail, I willed him in place.
Stopping any movents, Bob simply stared at in horror.
But while I had willed him to not move, I was surprised at a minor strain on the connection between and Bob as if he was fighting my command.
It would seem that if I don't have his consciousness suppressed completely, he can sowhat fight my influence.
Luckily, Bob was nowhere near being able to actually combat my influence.
Before things got any more out of hand, I tried to appease Bob's raging emotions of fear and terror.
Touching upon our ntal connection, I radiated a feeling of safety, to signal I wouldn't hurt him.
Surprised at how fast his emotions eased up, I released my hold on him.
Standing there and just looking at a bit warily, I beca even more surprised at the voice suddenly in my head.
"Who?" - ???
Well, it wasn't actually a voice. But more like a stream of thought that simply implied the intent of the ssage.
It would seem that Bob and I can communicate like this. It also ans that no there would be no language barrier between us, the only thing was that I could feel that the intelligence of the ssage of which it was given was sowhat like that of a child's.
That would make sense since he only has an intelligence of five points.
Before replying, I thought about what I should say.
"I am your new master" -
"M-asta?" - Bob
He asked with a bit of a weird way of pronouncing it, even though it was just a stream of thought.
"Hmm, a master is like a chieftain." -
"CHIEFTAIN?!" - Bob
I was surprised at Bob's sudden ntal outburst but even more surprised at what Bob did next.
Throwing himself on the ground, he laid on both his knees and dared not look in the eyes.
Sighing, I stared at the goblin who almost seed to fear like a god.
While only saying that I was a chieftain, he simply treats like one without hesitation.
It may have sothing to do with my grasp over him. But it was still amazing to see the low intelligence of goblins even though this one was quite a bit smarter than the rest.
It could also have sothing to do with the instinctive nature of greenskins.
From the stories I know back from Earth, I rember greenskins to value strength and power above everything else. So just being this powerful was enough for him to readily accept my ownership over him.
"Get up, from now on, I will call you Bob" -
"Yes-yes, Bob. Bob fank m-m-asta." - Bob
I was sowhat surprised at how easily Bob accepted the idea of a na even though he had lived without one for all this ti. But I just ignored it was motioned him to follow as we needed to move on from this den.
But suddenly before departing, I hear in the distance a clatter of voices.
Oh, it would seem that a hunting party returned.
Looking at the nervous-looking Bob fiddling with a piece of ragged cloth hiding his genitals, I get an idea.
"Bob, we have company" -
"M-asta?" - Bob
"Kill, and I will reward" -
Instantly, greed and excitent filled Bob's eyes.
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