[Quest Alert: Goblin's Urges]
'Hmm, expand.' I commanded the system.
[Capture the auburn-haired beauty. Subdue her with your cock to satiate your goblin urges. Killing her is forbidden. Reward: 500 Exp and Lord's Vigor]
The clash of steel and claw echoed through the clearing, but the sound had begun to lose its rhythm. What had once been a coordinated battle between seasoned adventurers and ravenous monsters had deteriorated into something uglier—ragged breaths, sloppy strikes, desperate survival.
Looking at the struggling adventurers, I reached inward, attempting to channel mana through this new body for the first time. The result was… disappointing.
A thin trickle stirred within my chest, crawling through my veins like a reluctant stream. I closed my eyes briefly, examining the sensation with the practiced awareness. Pathetic.
If my former body's reserves had been an endless lake, this goblin vessel held little more than a puddle abandoned beneath a scorching sun. The mana swirled weakly, barely enough to sustain even the simplest techniques.
I exhaled slowly through crooked goblin teeth. Still… lamenting would accomplish nothing.
The battlefield before me demanded action.
Steel rang sharply as the auburn-haired woman parried the claws of a shadow panther, her shield arm trembling from exhaustion. Nearby, a cleric struggled to maintain a healing spell, the light around her staff flickering like a candle caught in the wind. Their companion—a broad-shouldered spearman—fought back-to-back with them, his armor drenched with sweat and blood.
Monsters circled. Everyone was tired. In one smooth motion, I reached toward my storage ring. Mana stirred along the metal band, and an instant later a small purple sphere materialized in my clawed palm. The orb was no larger than a plum, its glass surface clouded faintly with orange sediment.
I turned it slowly between my fingers. A nostalgic smirk tugged across my ugly goblin face.
"So many memories," I muttered softly.
The adventurers didn't notice. They were too busy surviving. Without ceremony, I flicked my wrist and tossed the sphere into the middle of the battlefield. The moment it struck the ground—
CRACK
The glass shattered violently. A burst of powder erupted outward, instantly igniting into a rolling cloud of pale orange smoke. It billowed across the clearing in seconds, thick and suffocating as it swallowed both monster and adventurer alike.
Panicked shouts followed immediately.
"My mana—!"
"What is this smoke?!"
Spells fizzled mid-cast. A half-formed fireball collapsed into sparks before dying completely. I watched the chaos unfold with quiet satisfaction.
'I haven't used mana stagnation powder in years…'
The smoke churned through the clearing, clinging to armor, fur, and skin like parasitic mist. The effect was immediate. Mana channels slowed. Spellcasting collapsed. And the battlefield tilted decisively in my favor.
I pushed the weak puddle of mana within me to move.
"Shadow Drift."
The words left my mouth as little more than a whisper. Darkness rippled beneath my feet. My body dissolved into the shadow cast by the shattered boulder—and vanished.
A heartbeat later, I emerged from the stretched shadow beneath one of the shadow panthers.My jagged goblin dagger flashed upward.
The blade punched through the creature's skull, sliding between bone plates with practiced precision before piercing the glowing monster core nestled inside.
The panther stiffened instantly. Its body collapsed before the scream could even form. Before it hit the ground— I was already gone.
Shadow swallowed me again. I reappeared behind the cleric. She was kneeling beside the wounded spearman, desperately trying to force a healing spell through the stagnant air.
"Come on… come on…" she whispered.
Her magic flickered uselessly. My clawed hand rose beside her neck. For a brief moment I studied her. She was pretty.
Soft cheeks flushed with effort. Golden hair plastered against her temples with sweat. Her robes strained against a surprisingly voluptuous frame as she leaned forward to channel light that refused to answer.
In another life, perhaps I would have appreciated the sight. But right now— She simply wasn't my type.
My hand moved. The knife-hand strike cut through the air with surgical precision. The cleric collapsed without a sound. Her head then rolled as her body hit the earth.
I vanished again before the spearman even realized she was dead.
Across the battlefield monsters and adventurers alike staggered through the orange fog, their movements slowing as the mana stagnation poison took deeper hold.
Perfect.
None of them knew where death would come from next. Not the monsters. Not the humans. And certainly not my true target. Meanwhile, the system's voice echoed pleasantly in the back of my mind.
Experience gained.
Experience gained.
Experience gained.
The notifications stacked rapidly as creatures fell—some by my hand, others by the chaos I had engineered. Eventually the battlefield grew quiet. Very quiet.
Only two adventurers remained alive. The auburn-haired woman. And the spearman beside her. Both stood breathing heavily, weapons raised as they searched the fog. Slowly, deliberately, I stepped out of the smoke.
They saw me immediately.
A small goblin with gray skin and crooked posture… standing calmly amid the corpses. I uncorked a vial from my storage ring and drank deeply. The liquid slid across my tongue like syrup. thick, sweet, with lingering tastes of elderberry.
I grimaced slightly as the potion coated the back of my throat before warmth spread through my veins. Mana stirred again—stronger this time. Not full strength, but enough.
Three quarters of my usual power returned gradually as the potion worked its alchemy. I rolled my shoulders lightly. Potions that completely restored one's body were rarer than diamonds and priced accordingly. Even someone like me had only a limited supply.
Unless the goblins here secretly possessed alchemists… the potions in my storage ring might be the last I'd see for quite some time.
Another message appeared before my eyes.
[Level Quota Met]
[Level Up]
[Y / N]
I didn't even hesitate.
"No."
The prompt vanished.
Growth right now would only complicate things. My plan required restraint—repressing my evolution until the exact moment it would yield the greatest advantage.
With everyone here already dying at my feet, there was no need to rush. Across the clearing, the auburn-haired woman steadied her sword despite the tremor in her arms. Her voice came out hoarse but determined.
"It's over," she said. "Hand yourself over. The Adventure Guild will take care of you."
For a moment the clearing fell silent, then I laughed. A dry, crooked sound that rattled from my goblin throat.
"Hehe… what lunacy.
I raised my clawed hand slowly.
Gray skin stretched over sinewy muscle. Long curved claws glinted faintly through the orange haze.
"Why," I asked softly, "would I ever do that?"
The spearman beside her finally found his voice.
His eyes widened as realization dawned.
"G-goblin…?" he stammered.
He looked at the corpses surrounding us. At the weapons floating slightly in the air beside me. At the cold intelligence burning inside my eyes.
"But… how do you speak the human tongue?"
My expression darkened, "Ignorant."
My hand flicked lazily. Behind him, the spear of his fallen companion trembled… lifted… then shot forward like a bolt.
The weapon punched straight through his back. The metal tip burst from his chest in a spray of blood. His scream ripped through the fog as his knees buckled. The auburn-haired woman gasped, stumbling backward in shock.
But before the man even hit the ground— Shadow swallowed me again. I reappeared beside him. My claws sank into his skull. With a savage twist— His head tore free from his body. Blood splattered across the dirt as his corpse collapsed.
Now only one remained. The auburn-haired woman staggered backward, eyes wide with horror as she realized the truth. This was never a battlefield. It was a slaughterhouse. And she— Was the final animal waiting for the blade.
She turned and ran. But how could I possibly allow that?
My hand flourished again, and a sword on the ground moved to slice her achilles heels. She cried out as she collapsed, and her eyes filled with horror, twisting with pain. I appeared in front of the woman like a cloud of mist, cock hard, swollen, long, and oozing precum.
Even with a Focused Mind activated, my mind hazed over. I extended my hand, and a small green magic circle appeared before vines burst forth from the ground and restrained the woman. Her fear and fight only served to excite me. With every kick and thrall of the body, the vines pulled tighter. Her ankles and wrist reddened under the force of the vine. Her bound body swelled
My fingers curled slowly into a fist.
For a heartbeat, nothing happened. The forest seemed to hold its breath—the wind stilling between the branches, the faint rustle of leaves fading into an expectant silence. Then the vines answered.
They tightened.
With a sharp crack like splitting timber, the thick cords of green constricted around her armor. Metal groaned under the pressure. Plates bent inward as the living vines twisted and pulled, their bark-like skin creaking with relentless force. She struggled, muscles straining, boots grinding against the dirt as she tried to wrench free.
"W-wait—!"
The words barely left her mouth before the first piece of armor snapped loose.
A jagged fracture raced across the breastplate. Then another.
I tightened my fist.
The vines obeyed instantly.
With a violent burst of splintering wood and tearing fabric, the armor shattered apart. Metal fragments clattered against the ground while strips of cloth ripped free in the same brutal motion. The force of it sent her staggering backward, breath catching as the last remnants of her gear were stripped away.
Silence followed the chaos.
She stood there, suddenly exposed and utterly defenseless, arms instinctively drawing inward as if to shield herself. Dirt clung to her skin where the vines had dragged her across the ground, pale against the dark greens of the forest.
For a brief, frozen heartbeat, the world seemed to pause with her.
Her pale skin caught the muted light filtering through the canopy above, stark against the dark coils of green that held her fast. The vines had not wounded her, but they bound her arms tightly against her sides and pinned her legs in place, leaving her helpless in their grip.
Her breath hitched.
Shock crossed her face first—wide eyes, parted lips—as she realized what had happened. Then came the flush of humiliation, rising quickly to her cheeks. She twisted against the vines instinctively, trying to pull free, but the living cords only tightened in response, creaking softly as they held her immobile.
The forest watched in silence.
Leaves rustled overhead in the faint wind, and somewhere deeper in the woods a bird gave a startled cry before taking flight. None of it broke the tension hanging in the clearing.
She lifted her chin despite the position she was in, anger flashing through her embarrassment.
"You—" Her voice trembled, whether from rage or the cold air brushing against her skin it was hard to tell. "Release me."
The vines shifted slightly as I stepped closer, their green surfaces glistening with sap where they had torn through metal and cloth alike. The smell of crushed leaves lingered in the air.
Armor had made her look untouchable before.
Now the illusion was gone.
Not weakened, perhaps—but undeniably vulnerable.
And in the quiet space between us, that truth hung heavier than the broken armor scattered across the ground.
Without warning, I plunged my rod into her pink folds. All the urges I once felt melted into pure euphoria.
Like a beast in heat, I thrust in and out of her. With every thrust, I discovered my fluids excited her, and she was quickly sopping wet, swollen pussy lips, and an engorged pink button, receiving me eagerly as her hips bucked to match my thrusts. Her body had betrayed her, and tears wet her face, making the mix of despair and ecstasy that graced her face glow with an alluring glisten.
But it was even harder on me. What goblins had in length and girth, they, we, lacked in stamina and endurance. The level of sensitivity I felt electrified my nerves. And after I finished before her, I realized why such a simple task awarded 500 xp Lord's Vigor. So I bit my tongue and remembered my motto. Ruthlessness, with the world and myself.
Until the sunset, I ravaged her until my balls were empty and her body was limp. When my soft rod slipped from her velvet lips, a shining red tattoo appeared around her neck like a collar as my system chimed and my seed spilled from her cream caked cunt.