Congratulations. You’re back at the moment of your first transmigration.
As a goblin, you’re on the verge of assaulting the angel girl, but beware—you only have two lives remaining according to the system.
If you lose them both, you’ll die for real.
“Kekeke, gagaga! Breeding with humans—it’s worth dying for!”
“Hurry up! Hurry up!”
“These breeding tools will last us a long time!”
A pack of goblins shouted excitedly, lining up in a long queue just like before.
Tian had respawned, yet the sharp pain from his torture lingered in his heart.
It was as if the pain had been branded into his very soul.
His expression twisted more and more, making him look increasingly like a real goblin.
Remembering what happened before, he threw caution to the wind and bolted backward. He had to escape! Get as far away as possible while he still can!
He didn’t spare a glance for the enticing girl on the ground.
As long as he stayed alive, there would be plenty of angels to come.
Sure enough, after running only a few dozen meters, he heard the sounds of fierce combat erupt from where he’d just been.
Just like before, it was a one-sided massacre.
“I have to run! Get out of here! I’ll get my revenge!”
Tian’s face twisted with rage as he ran with everything he had.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, a blinding flash of cold steel appeared before him.
The stubbly man had caught up.
Beside him, the white-robed nun looked at Tian with the same contempt as always.
She said coldly, “This disgusting little cockroach almost got away. Captain, what should we do with it?”
Something in Tian’s mind seemed to explode.
They’d caught him even after all that!
Glancing back, he realized he’d only managed about a hundred meters. Goblin legs were too short, and his stats were pathetic.
For these powerful humans, catching up took only six or seven seconds.
“Damn it, should I fight?”
Tian gritted his teeth and noticed something new—when he looked at the stubbly man and the others, symbols appeared above their heads. It had to be a system feature.
[Rodel: Lv25
Race: Human
Class: Swordsman
Title: Leader of the Blade Heroes, Disciple of the Sword Saint
HP: 200
Strength: 30
Defense: 50
Skills: Blade Slash, Sword Dance, Holy Art: Heaven’s Return
Equipment: Iron Armor, Iron Sword, Lv1 Recovery Potion
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Overall: 400]
Seeing those stats, Tian froze.
There was no chance—this guy’s overall combat power was 400.
And his own was barely 50.
[Lesser Goblin: Lv5
Race: Goblin
Class: None
Title: Low-tier Monster, Blessed by the Gods
HP: 20
Strength: 5
Defense: 5
Skills: Gene Devourer
Equipment: None
Overall: 30]
Staring at his pitiful stats, Tian wasn’t even surprised.
After all, goblins were cannon fodder in every game and anime—meant to be killed without a second thought.
Ironically, though, they were blessed by the gods.
Having more offspring increased their level cap and strength, and they could even dominate and control any females they captured.
At that moment, Rodel snarled, “We can’t let it off easy. Make it wish it was dead! This is for our new members!”
“It’s their own fault for being careless, wandering off alone in the Corrupted Forest. First, they got mauled by a corrupted steel-tusked boar, then by these disgusting roaches...”
A hint of cruelty twisted across the white-robed nun’s face as she spoke.
Tian saw through their true nature. He tried desperately to escape, but it was futile.
...
You died again. Hung from a tree and cut to pieces, your blood drew wild dogs, which devoured you completely.
You overestimated yourself. Goblins are the lowest of the low on this continent.
And you underestimated humans—especially a disciple of the Sword Saint.
Transmigrator, you have only one life left.
Good luck.
Whoosh!
With a buzz in his head, Tian found himself back in line.
This time, he came back with even deeper pain.
Tian gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. He didn’t have much time!
He had a minute at most to react. If he couldn’t come up with an escape plan, death awaited him once again.
An even more painful death!
“Running won’t work, and reasoning with them is pointless. Who would believe a goblin?”
Tian’s mind raced.
Sure, he had one life left, but he wasn’t about to let some cliché nonsense happen. Die three times in a row? What kind of transmigrator protagonist would that be?
Anyone who wanted to play at being a “desperate comeback” protagonist could do so—he needed to save his last life.
Suddenly, inspiration struck him.
He shouted, “Everyone, prepare for battle! Humans are coming to kill us!”
He rushed to the front and yanked the goblins away from the girl.
The ones who went first were always the strongest goblins in the group.
They were caught off guard and killed instantly, which was why everyone had been wiped out in under a minute the previous two times.
If they could hold out just a bit longer—even three minutes—he could escape.
At the mention of “humans,” the goblins went on full alert.
These creatures weren’t particularly stupid—just wickedly simple-minded, their heads full of nasty thoughts.
Those with clubs grabbed them, those without picked up rocks, and some hid to prepare an ambush.
Seeing this, Tian didn’t waste another moment—he started running.
The other goblins were confused. Weren’t there supposed to be humans? Why was he running?
Soon enough, the stubbly man and his group arrived right on schedule. The goblins forgot about Tian’s escape and launched straight into battle.
This time, with preparation and strategic dodging, the goblins lasted much longer.
The ambushers even managed to rush in, scratching and biting the white-robed nun.
But in the end, the goblins still lasted only about five minutes.
But for Tian, that was enough.
“They’re not following. Finally—I survived!”
Tian ran like mad, glancing back every so often, until dawn finally broke.
He’d finally made it through the night.
In the distance, he saw flickering campfires and scattered leaf huts.
It had to be a small goblin tribe.
There were probably over a hundred goblins.
In this corrupted forest, crawling with monsters and hostile races, he couldn’t survive alone. He needed a group.
Tian immediately headed over, but instead of a welcome, he was tied up.
“Boss, we caught a goblin from another tribe! Breakfast is served!”
In the goblin world, there was no such thing as kinship.
Only goblins from the same tribe could coexist peacefully.
Goblins reproduced incredibly fast, with no reproductive barriers—any pregnant creature had a gestation period of at most one month.
Their offspring matured in just fifteen days, reaching full reproductive development.
Do the math—if they kept going, a single goblin could build a tribe of over a hundred in just three months.
That’s why they were called cockroaches.
They bred too fast to ever be wiped out completely.
From a gray-black hut, an old goblin hobbled out.
A few scraggly white hairs remained on his head. His skin had turned from green to gray-black, covered in moles and splotches.
Bone ornaments hung around his neck, and he leaned on a staff made from a human skull.
It looked like he’d killed humans before—perhaps even sired many offspring with them.
Or rather, all these goblins might be his descendants.
But goblins had no concept of parenthood or family—they only obeyed the strongest goblin in the tribe.
Even if the leader ordered them to kill their own parents, they wouldn’t hesitate.
Tian’s pupils contracted. It was a goblin shaman.
[Hobgoblin: Lv25
Race: Goblin
Class: Shaman
Title: Breeding Machine, Cunning Old Fox, Blessed by the Gods
HP: 102
Strength: 29
Defense: 17
Skills: Gene Devourer, Rally, Thorn Control
Equipment: Skull Staff, Bone Necklace
Overall: 200]
This was no mere lesser goblin—it was a hobgoblin.
‘Hobgoblin’ was just a general term—there were Goblin Warriors, Goblin Assassins, Goblin Shamans, Evil Goblins, Swift Goblins, and more.
Their base level cap was thirty.
Beyond that were Hero variants, Mutant variants, Chieftain variants, Overlord variants, King variants, and more.
