After the tribe enjoyed a grand celebration party deep into the night—fires blazing high, music echoing through the valleys, roasted meats shared among goblins, humans, and monsters alike under a starlit sky—the next morning arrived with a gentle golden dawn.
King Felko of the Wellko Kingdom and King Zelkaro of the Elko Tribe were utterly exhausted from the revelry, sleeping deeply in the tribe's most comfortable guest quarters. Plush furs draped over woven hammocks swayed softly in the breeze, cradling their weary forms as the world stirred awake around them.
Just a few minutes after sunrise, Fude roused from his rest, his translucent jelly body shimmering faintly with morning light as he stretched his gelatinous limbs. Eager to ensure progress, he set out to inspect his tribe's key projects: the ongoing creation of sturdy buildings and vital highways, confirming everything flowed smoothly without delays or issues.
His first destination was the bustling highway construction site, where workers hauled massive stones, mixed mortar under the warming sun, and shouted coordinates amid clouds of dust.Approaching the energetic crew with a wave, Fude called out warmly, "How's the work going, team? Everything progressing on schedule?"The worker leader—a rugged goblin foreman with a sweat-stained bandana and tool belt clinking at his waist—straightened up and bowed respectfully.
"Master Fude, everything is going perfectly smoothly, no hitches at all. And I've got an exciting new plan too—if you want to listen, I'll lay it out for you right now."Fude's jelly form pulsed with interest, leaning in closer. "Tell me everything—what's your idea? I'm all ears.
"The construction leader grinned broadly, gesturing animatedly to the dusty roadside paths flanking the emerging highway. "I'm thinking we embed mana materials—crystals and infused stones—along the entire roadside area. It would channel the natural mana flow, transforming it into a glowing protective layer: a shimmering barrier encircling our whole tribe. Intruders couldn't cross without triggering alarms, shocks, or illusions. Safety for everyone—what do you think, Master?"Fude's eyes sparkled, his body rippling with excitement. "That's an amazing idea—pure brilliance! I've never heard of embedding mana like that before; it's revolutionary. If it'll genuinely help protect us all, implement it right away. For any materials or resources needed, inform Ongo directly—he'll supply everything without question or delay.
"Patting the leader's shoulder encouragingly, Fude added thoughtfully, "Ah, one major task checked off successfully. Now I need to inspect the new building construction crew that arrived late yesterday night. I suspect they've already kicked off their work anyway—better verify firsthand."He glided smoothly to the building site, where a cluster of builders huddled around scattered timber beams, stone blocks, and tool crates, their faces etched with confusion as they pored over sketches.
Sensing the snag, Fude drew nearer, his presence calming the group instantly. "What happened here, friends? Something missing? Any materials or tools you require—just tell me, and it's handled immediately."The head builder—a burly human craftsman with calloused hands smudged in charcoal ink and a measuring tape draped around his neck—nodded gratefully.
"Master Fude, no shortages—we're fully stocked and ready. But first, let me show you the design blueprint. Approve it, and we dive into construction without pause."Fude beamed encouragingly. "Okay, show me your drawing of the building right away."The builder unfurled the detailed parchment sketch with pride.
Fude studied it intently: the structure loomed massively grand on paper, soaring multiple stories high with arched windows and sturdy buttresses, crowned at the very top by a radiant jelly symbol—Fude's personal emblem of unity, resilience, and jelly-born leadership. "It's perfect in every detail," Fude declared, rolling it back carefully. "I'm so glad you're making this building—it'll stand as our tribe's shining beacon."The builder clasped his hands, eyes misty.
"No, Master—you deserve all the embrace and praise. You saved our entire tribe from annihilation. This building? It's nothing compared to your heroism."Fude chuckled humbly, waving it off. "Okay then—best of luck with your works. Make it legendary and enduring." With that, he departed, ascending the winding upper mountain path to a scenic overlook commanding a panoramic view of his thriving tribe below.From the lofty perch, Fude gazed down: homes rising steadily, fields being tilled by harmonious teams of goblins and humans, children of all races playing safely in sun-dappled clearings, highways snaking toward completion.
The tribe was developing slowly but surely, a testament to unity. Inner self, he reflected warmly, It's been exactly one full month in this extraordinary new world where I was reborn as a jelly creature. But I'm truly happy—grateful beyond words for this beautiful, meaningful life I've built here.Suddenly, Karko—the wise elder goblin with a carved staff and keen eyes—appeared at his side, climbing the final steps. "Master Fude, you're becoming too much emotional gazing down like this. Why think such deep thoughts? The view inspires, sure, but your heart seems profoundly touched."Fude turned with a soft smile, his jelly form undulating gently.
"Ah, Karko—you know my full story better than most. My previous life in the world I came from... it wasn't anything like this peaceful paradise we've forged."Karko nodded sagely, placing a reassuring hand on Fude's squishy shoulder. "Yeah, I know it all too well, Master Fude—every trial and translocation. And I'm too glad, truly overjoyed, that you're happy with this new life. You've earned every moment of serenity."Meanwhile, deep in the tribe's heart, Commander Leo Duro of the shadowy Elko Kingdom had slipped in under cover of night like a vigilant specter, evading patrols with practiced stealth.
He was utterly shocked to behold the scene: this unassuming jelly tribe deeply connected with the realms' most powerful kings—Felko of Wellko Kingdom and Zelkaro of Elko Tribe—feasting as honored equals. Inner self, he strategized sharply, How to uncover more details on this enigmatic Fude? If answers are needed, I know precisely where to source them. Purposefully, he entered Relko's renowned forge shop, the air humming with forge heat and metallic tang.
His eyes widened at the sword racks: blades of impossible craftsmanship, etched with glowing runes that pulsed like living veins, edges keen enough to slice shadows, humming with arcane power he'd never witnessed in his battle-hardened life. He ran reverent fingers along a hilt, mesmerized.Relko—the legendary smith, mid-hammer strike on glowing steel—glanced up curiously. "Did you like any of my swords, traveler?"Leo Duro recovered smoothly, nodding emphatically.
"Too much—these are far more powerful than my own blade. I've never seen this caliber of swords in my entire life. Did you forge every single one yourself?"Relko set down his hammer, wiping soot from his brow with a grin. "Yeah, I'm the sole artist crafting these beauties. But who are you? I've never seen your face around here. Mind sharing your name?"Straightening proudly, "My name is Leo Duro, soldier from the Elko Kingdom."Relko's face lit with recognition. "Oh! I'm Relko—came here originally from the Wellko Kingdom."Leo Duro recoiled in genuine shock.
"You... you're the Wellko Kingdom creator everyone's known as the legendary sword maker? The master whose blades toppled armies?"Relko burst out laughing heartily, slapping his knee. "Yeah, that's exactly the one you're thinking of—guilty as charged!"Leo probed deeper. "All this legendary status... it's thanks to the kindness of your Master Fude, isn't it?"Relko's tone turned reverent. "Spot on. Now, about your questions—how does Master Fude treat everyone? Is he as overwhelmingly powerful as the whispers claim? I've heard tales, so I'm asking outright—if it offends, my apologies."Relko waved it off firmly.
"No hurt feelings—not at all. He's immensely powerful, no question, but he never strikes innocent people. Treats every soul equally in the tribe, whether goblin, human, or monster. He doesn't coddle us; always reminds, 'One thing to remember: I'm not always here to shield you. Grow powerful yourselves to protect your own people—don't depend on me indefinitely.'"Leo leaned in, captivated. "Profound."Relko softened, smiling. "But when Dazzley died—even for those few minutes—Fude lost all control, unleashed raw fury.
Proved his deep love for us, despite acting the stoic brave leader. Inside, he's too much soft-hearted, cares fiercely."Leo Duro marveled openly. "Oh, that's truly amazing about your leader. I've never seen a true warrior and leader like him here. Even our king respects him greatly."Relko cocked his head. "King?"Leo recovered swiftly. "King Zelkaro, I mean—he always says Fude is too much innocent, pure of heart."Relko chuckled.
"Ah, understood."Inner self, Leo exhaled in relief: Thanks—didn't slip about the Demon King. Next time, extra careful when talking; they can't discover I'm the commander's spy for her.Casually, "Okay, heading to handle my work. Appreciate the insight."Relko waved farewell. "Okay, see you later, Leo Duro."Stepping out, Leo spotted a goblin cradling a shimmering jelly in his palms—Fude incarnate.
To confirm beyond doubt, he approached amiably. "Hey, quick question?"The goblin nodded eagerly. "Yes, ask away—what do you want to know from me?"Leo gestured discreetly. "That mushroom goblin holding the jelly creature in his hands—is he definitely your tribe leader Fude? Right?"Goblin grinned proudly. "Yeah, spot on—he's our Master Fude.
""Oh, thanks immensely for confirming!" Leo melted into the crowd, slipping outside the tribe borders to dispatch this critical intel to his king via secure channels.Moments later, Wellko Kingdom's King Felko and Zelkaro stirred awake, donned regal robes embroidered with kingdom crests, and convened at the expansive dining table for a lavish breakfast.
Servants presented steaming platters: succulent grilled river fish flaky with herbs, rare exotic cereals glistening like jewels from hidden groves, and golden, fluffy buns fresh-baked to airy perfection.Fude arrived promptly, ever the gracious host. "Is everything to your liking? Need anything else? I know our humble food isn't the grandeur of your kingdoms' banquets.
"Zelkaro bit into a bun, savoring deeply. "No complaints—very tasty items I've never eaten in my life. Absolutely exquisite!"Fude tilted curiously. "Ah, what do you mean? Elko Tribe exports cereals and prime spices to Wellko Kingdom, or so I've heard."Zelkaro chuckled, lifting a bun. "Yeah, you're spot on about our exports. But nothing this soft and divine—what is it?"Fude explained proudly. "Ah, it's a special bun—learned the recipe recently here.
Secret wild herb infusion makes it melt in your mouth."King Felko wolfed one down greedily. "Fude, hear this: I like this bun too much! Ramp up production for high demand—export to my Wellko Kingdom. I'll pay premium money, top rates!"Fude's jelly form brightened. "Didn't expect you'd fancy it so! If you insist, deal struck—buns to Wellko Kingdom on schedule.
"Both leaders feasted heartily, conversing warmly. "Fude, you've served us treasures from your tribe. We share knowledge; you learn from us too."Fude bowed slightly. "Yes, Felko—it's my greatest fortune to call you friends."Felko boomed with laughter. "You're a king of monsters yourself! Kings don't bow to other kingdoms' rulers—keep that dignity in mind alway.
"Fude saluted smartly. "Got it—I'll remember eternally."Abruptly, King Felko's commander thundered in on a majestic flying horse, wings folding as it landed gracefully in the central square. "Our king, your work's done—prepared all documents as commanded. Here at your order."Felko's eyes gleamed. "Good news indeed! Fude, let's talk privately first—then summon your entire tribe. They must witness this too.
"Inner self, Fude braced warily: Certain he's declaring damages from when I wrecked Elko Tribe parts and affected Wellko fringes—demanding reparations or labor. Politics master; it'll drag years to settle.Fude nodded steadily. "Okay—Ongo, rally everyone to my tent.
Great King Felko hasannouncements."Felko grinned. "Drop 'King' every time—just Felko, got it, Fude?"Fude laughed. "Yeah, crystal clear." The kings entered Fude's grand tent, tapestries fluttering.Fude scanned for Ongo, spotting him amid workers. "Ongo—over here!"Ongo hustled forward, bowing low. "Master Fude here? Any task for me?""Exactly—call every tribe member to gather near my tent. Felko speaks to all; that's why I sought you."
Ongo saluted crisply. "Okay, Master Fude—bow, leave everything to me."Fude returned, catching Felko's raised voice outside: "How, idiot—didn't count the total money I specified for that document!"Commander Geo prostrated. "I'm sorry, my king—forgot to verify that paper. Didn't prepare it right; fully my fault."Felko relented. "Okay, fine—but next time, utmost care. No repeats, got it, Commander Geo?""Yes, my king—understood perfectly.
Never again."Fude's suspicions solidified inner self: As expected—monetary penalties or service to Wellko and Elko. Years to repay damages, but just.Zelkaro spotted Fude hesitating. "What happened, Fude? All fine? Why linger outside—come in!"Fude startled, expression betrayed. Laughing it off, "No, entering now!" Joined Zelkaro inside.Felko welcomed heartily. "Oh, Fude—perfect timing. Sit here beside me."Then commanded: "Commander, fling the tent open wide—time to address everyone with my decree."Geo complied swiftly.Simultaneously, Ongo boomed in the market: "Master Fude summons us to his tent! Emerge from homes, drop work—vital announcement!"Crowds surged: merchants shuttered stalls, families rushed out, warriors sheathed blades. Relko quenched his forge.
"Ongo, trouble brewing? Why the urgent call to Fude's tent?"Ongo shrugged. "Details unknown, but massive issue—Master wants full assembly. Hurry, then we'll learn."Tribe mobilized eagerly.Peripherally, Commander Leo Duro lurked by a gnarled tree, awaiting h
is spy for Fude intel to relay to the king. Spy materialized. "Code first: We serve whom, and our master king is?"Leo murmured: "King Leobarko—we're loyal to her."Spy affirmed. "Got it, Commander Leo Duro. Message to king?""Report: Fude adored by humans and monsters alike. Relko, power sword creator, resides here.
No wrongs observed."Spy: "Understood—informing now." Vanished in teleport swirl.Leo: "Back to tribe—dig deeper on Fude."Reentering, shock hit: markets deserted, shops ownerless. Inner self panicked: Damn, too late! Seriko triggered first phase. No tribe scoop? Can't face Leobarko's wrath empty-handed.Unleashing eight concealed hands via subtle magic—swords materializing—he scoured stealthily.Minutes on, he reached Fude's tent: entire tribe massed outside, murmurs puzzled.
Inner self: What's unfolding? Why gathered? Hope no crisis.Resheathing hands magically, he sidled near, querying Ongo softly: "What's the gathering for?"Ongo: "Master Fude's call—big reveal incoming."Leo: "Missed it—was outside tribe."King Felko emerged powerfully. "Tribe goblins, monsters, humans—all hear this proudly: Your leader Fude is now King of this vast area! I proclaim your tribe the official capital of Wellko Kingdom!"Fude reeled in shock, jelly quivering.
"Never imagined this... happy for the immense responsibility."Felko summoned: "Fude, forward—I crown you."Fude advanced humbly. Felko placed the ornate crown amid roars. "Fude reigns! Disobey or challenge, invoke Wellko Kingdom's vengeance!"Tribe exploded joyous: "New King Fude! Glory eternal!"All bowed in unison, pledging fealty.
Fude proclaimed: "Now I, King Fude, shield you from all troubles. Promise: humans and monsters forever friends—unbreakable alliance!"Leo inner self staggered: Kingship? Retains tribe territory? Unbelievable. Leobarko right—not mere jelly. Handles calmly, patiently—profound leader.Leaders clasped hands firmly.
"Today onward—partners .