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Today, the other goblins of our generation begged me saying "Please teach us more ways of killing things" while prostrating themselves to me. The goblins inside the cave were in a row alongside each other as they got on their hands and knees to prostrate before me. It was quite the surreal sight.
You see, the goblins that brought me food had managed to survive by killing Horn rabbits as I expected. However, they also had Night vipers to fight as opponents. Since we’ve been able to kill them, the goblins want us, or to be exact me, to teach them how to kill Night vipers.
“What do I get from this?” I asked, then they said that they’d give me tribute for it.
In the end, I was the only one standing,
In a world of survival of the fittest, strength is everything. So from the start, using their bodies I’m going to thoroughly drill into their minds that I’m superior to them regardless if the trainee is a male or a female. Also, since dealing with insurrections is troublesome, I’m going to make obeying me an instinct, by endless repetition if I have to.
I stopped the training after they reached their limit, ensuring they didn't have any spare energy while at the same time preventing their bodies and minds from collapsing.
For the goblins who trained and worked to the point of collapsing, I said that I'll craft equipment for them using some of the materials of the tributes they’ve gathered. Noticing that they have gotten motivated hearing that, I told them "Don't overdo it, It’s the end once you die".
Gobumi-chan laid exhausted and trembling among the other females while showcasing her armor and necklace with extreme pride, but I'll pretend like I didn’t see it.
In the afternoon, I went hunting alone for the first time since my reincarnation. I didn't know anything about it in the beginning, but now I can move around this forest like it’s my home turf. When I somehow managed to procure enough for the ones who couldn’t move, I concluded today's hunting.
That evening, I went into the inner parts of the cave where the human women were held captive. Since I turned into a hobgoblin, I’ve become closer in appearance to a human, so I thought having a conversation with them might be possible.
Well, the outcome was – I couldn’t establish a conversation with them. They were completely broken. Their eyes were utterly dead, and they were drooling uncontrollably. There was even a faint smell of death around them.
Compared to how they were the last time I saw them, they were a lot worse off this time. Well, it can't be helped. Also, in this short period of time, the youngest of the girls got pregnant. Although this was an inevitable result, nevertheless, she seemed very pitiful.
I couldn't help but think that girls this cute would have married into a good family and became happy under normal circumstances, yet they ended up here only to get repeatedly violated.
I didn’t want this to continue, so I asked.
“Do you want to die?”
If it was the me from before, I’d have just pressed my hands together and offered a prayer then left, but now that I’ve Ranked Up into a hobgoblin, I asked.
The way I am now, I’d be able to kill or help these girls if they asked me to. Since even if someone finds out about it, I can guarantee my safety.
My question was left unanswered, however, there were some movement. The youngest's small, weak lips quivered slightly, and as if she had remembered how to cry just now, tears fell from her eyes.
Having understood the women’s intentions, I took out a small liquid-filled bottle - something that I obtained after hunting the kobolds - from my pouch, and left it behind.
After I handed it to them, I walked back to my bed. I didn’t look back.