[3rd Person POV]
Somewhere no man ever dared to transverse, a frown face of a god can be seen.
The god of the undead looked at the scenario that his "daughter" made, there is something wrong, something that is bothering him.
"Why is she so careful... If her subordinates cannot die?"
The supreme being who is watching his adopted child get past a rather basic and easy ordeal pondered, though not pondering for he already knows the reason why. Sophia might toss her previous self out of the window and decide to do anything in her power to gather undead, she is gathering them not for subordination.
There is no concern that she might not know what undead are capable of, for she hails herself as the promised child of her previous world, and thus that makes it impossible to conclude that she forgot that undead cannot die.
Knowing this, she still treated them, even though unconsciously as a companion, or more accurately, a family. This can't do, a subordinate shall be a subordinate and subordinate alone, this distinction is to not be burdened by emotional barriers when giving orders that happened just now, she just made the safest plan with the smallest chance of her subordinates that she is unknowingly thinking as her family dying.
This can't do, the god of undead thought. And thus his primordially wise mind twirled, thinking of ways to remove that emotional attachment his adopted daughter and hero has.
[Sophia's POV]
Bloated stomach, small physique as big as a newborn baby just like me, and a fucking ugly face, such is the perfect or rather the only description that I can make out of the creature that right in front of me right now, damn can't they be more like isekai goblins? Why did they look like the mythical ones?
Come one do your job properly designers!
Sigh... Well, no need to fret about appearances, the goblins immediately noticed my appearance and pointed their weapons towards me with their terrified eyes but just then, Philo pounced at the goblin caster and then went for her thigh, the headbutt from my bunny successfully landed and the goblin caster made a "Guh..." sound that is quite clear despite my expectations...
Huh... So it seems like monsters can speak in this forest, or most of them must I include because of the lack of data.
"We... Surrounded... small... Not alone..."
The other club-wielding goblin said, they can speak but are caveman-like, that's good info to hear. The moment they learned that their faces suddenly were contorted and their eyes went from terrified to bloodshot from what seemed to be anger.
Eh? Wait why the anger? Did they do that to align their fighting spirit and make it so that they at least have the right mindset? Isn't that too stupid?
First, you can't get angry on a whim, furthermore anger that only masks fear is nothing but an idiotic approach of retaliation, this just shows their small minds, I didn't even put too much thought into making them angry and develop a bipolar tendency, I still managed to do so.
I analyzed as such and decided that the one in front of me is not a threat at all, I gave one last check to Philo and Lyra, Lyra's using her arrows to make her target make a feet dance while Philo is just... Well, limping the caster and it's just a matter of time before they kill their victims. (which is not permissible)
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Sophia Demiurge
AdventureA Filipino man died of an illness during the latest pandemic and found himself transmigrated into a world of magic, in which he received a dinging sound in his ear. [You have transmigrated in the body of: Nameless: abandoned newborn human Abandoned...
