Congratulations! You've returned to the moment of your reincarnation. As a goblin about to enjoy the "angel sister," be warned: only two lives remain. Lose them, and you're dead for good.
"Hehe, it's worth dying if I get to mate with humans!" The goblins cheered, lining up again. But Oliver revived, still felt the sharp pain of his previous torture. Fear gripped him as he recalled his suffering, and without hesitation, he fled, determined to escape the gruesome fate that awaited.
Ignoring the temptation of the angel on the ground, Oliver bolted. "I'll live today and have more chances in the future," he thought, racing forward as the sound of battle erupted behind him, a massacre replaying itself.
"I'll escape this time! I want revenge!" he thought, hatred fueling his sprint. But before long, a flash of cold steel stopped him dead in his tracks. The bearded man had caught up, the white-robed nun following close behind.
"This little cockroach nearly escaped," she sneered. "Captain, how should we deal with it?"
Oliver's heart sank. In disbelief, he realized his goblin legs had only carried him 100 yards—far too slow to outrun the humans. His mind raced. Should he fight?
Just then, a symbol appeared above the bearded man's head. It was the system display.
[Lowell: Lv25 | Species: Human | Occupation: Swordsman | Title: Captain, disciple of the Sword Saintess | Strength: 30 | Defense: 50 | HP: 200 | Skills: Sword Mana Slash, Sword Dance | Holy Skill: Sword Swirl | Equipment: Iron Armor, Iron Sword, Level 1 Healing Potion | Combat: 400]
Oliver froze. Lowell's combat power is 400, while his own barely reached 30.
"There's no way I can win," Oliver thought, staring at his pitiful stats:
[Small Goblin: Lv5 | Species: Goblin | Occupation: None | Title: Lowborn Monster, Blessed by the Gods | Strength: 5 | Defense: 5 | Life: 20 |Skills: Gene Devouring | Equipment: None | Combat: 30].
Looking at his fragile attributes, Oliver wasn't surprised. After all, goblins, whether in games or anime, are low-level creatures quickly slaughtered.
However, fate had twisted him—goblins were creatures blessed by deities. They had unique abilities, like body fluids that could strip any female of resistance and make them fall in love with goblins.
Lowell grinned wickedly, "Let's make sure this one suffers. Revenge for our fallen comrades!"
The nun nodded in agreement. Oliver, seeing through their malice, tried to flee again, but it was futile.
You died once more, torn apart and devoured by wild dogs. You underestimated human strength and forgot your place as a lowly goblin. Now, only two lives remain.
Oliver found himself back in line, the pain of his previous deaths lingering in his bones. He had only one minute to think. "I can't run, and no one would trust a goblin. I must survive, no matter what." His thoughts raced, seeking a solution before he faced another painful death.
The Last Life!
An idea struck Oliver. "Prepare for battle! Humans are coming!" he shouted, sprinting to the front to yank the goblins off the angel sister. The most potent goblins had been ambushed before, so Oliver knew they had to buy time—just a few more minutes.
The mention of humans sent the goblins into a frenzy. They scrambled for weapons, sticks, and stones while others hid, ready to ambush. Seizing the moment, Oliver bolted, leaving behind the chaos.
As the bearded man and his group arrived, the goblins managed to put up a better fight this time, lasting longer—about five minutes. But for Oliver, it was enough. "I made it! I survived!" he thought, running as dawn broke.
He spotted a small goblin tribe up ahead. But instead of receiving a warm welcome, he was greeted with hostility. "Boss, we caught a goblin from another tribe!" a leader said, stepping on Oliver's head.
In the brutal goblin world, kinship was nonexistent. Goblins reproduced quickly, with no reproductive isolation. A tribe could grow to hundreds in just a few months. Suddenly, an elderly goblin emerged—a Goblin Priest, a sign that this tribe was more potent and dangerous than Oliver had anticipated.
The priest's gnarled features and skull-topped staff revealed a powerful foe, and Oliver's heart sank. He had escaped death once, but this was an entirely new threat.
[Big Goblin: Lv25 | Species: Goblin | Occupation: Priest | Titles: Breeding Machine, Cunning and Crafty, Blessed by the Gods | Strength: 29 | Defense: 17 | HP: 102 | Skills: Gene Devour, Summon, Thorn Control | Equipment: Skull Staff, Bone Necklace | Combat: 200].
This is no longer a small goblin but a Big Goblin type!
"Big Goblin" is just a general term. This category includes Goblin Warriors, Goblin Assassins, Goblin Priests, Evil Goblins, and Swift Goblins.
The basic level cap is 30. After that, there are also hero types, mutant types, leader types, overlord types, king types, and so on.
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Unintended Rebirth: From Goblin to God
Pertualangan[Simulation + Dark + Non-Human + No Female Protagonist] Once an ordinary human, Oliver awakens in a dark world as the lowest and weakest monster: a goblin. Immediately, he falls victim to human adventurers and is ruthlessly killed. But death is not...
