I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 1 is going to be boiled

In the dark cave, a large group of small creatures covered in animal skins were busy around a campfire.

They are only about half a person tall, with exaggeratedly large heads, long and pointed ears hanging on both sides of their heads, and big noses and big yellow eyes that reflect green light. They look bizarre no matter how you look at them.

In the firelight, these guys' skin was surprisingly green.

These are a bunch of goblins!

"Hehehehehe, we found a dead body, now we have food again."

"Damn ugly trolls, they're making it so we have nothing to eat."

"There's another woman; let her have even more offspring, and we'll definitely be able to devour the trolls too!"

"Fool! Humans can't reproduce! Go find a female goblin!"

A cacophony of squeals erupted from the goblins, and finally, a strong goblin wielding a bone club struck several of the surrounding goblins one by one.

But not all goblins joined the celebration.

Upon seeing this, the little goblin, who was sitting far away from the campfire, froze.

The next moment, a rough, large hand pressed down on its shoulder.

This large hand is also green, but its skin is wrinkled and very thin.

The little goblin turned its head and looked at the owner of the palm.

It was an old goblin with wrinkled skin.

It was older than the other goblins, and it wasn't wearing animal skins, but a cloak made of fine wool.

It's obvious at a glance that it holds a special status.

But the old goblin not only kept his distance from the campfire, but also had a sorrowful look on his face.

The glow of the campfire seemed to separate two worlds: summer nearby and winter in the distance.

The little goblin grasped the old goblin's withered hand, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke in a childish voice unlike that of the other goblins: "Grandmother..."

Call me Elder.

The hoarse voice came from the old goblin, startling the little goblin.

But the little goblin straightened up and continued, "Elder, don't worry. The trolls have been driven away. The fields can't be planted, but the grass has grown. We won't go hungry for long."

"Ugh."

Hearing this, the old goblin sighed.

It looked up at the goblin by the campfire.

Originally a large clan of over three hundred!

In order to drive away the trolls, only this small number remained.

Its children all died too.

Stroking the little goblin's head, the old goblin thought of his own child, the goblin who brought planting techniques from humans.

Since they learned to cultivate crops and had a stable food supply, the tribe's population has even reached five hundred!

But once the land is fertile, it quickly becomes degraded.

Now, only wild grass grows on the land near the cave.

Wild grass can be eaten, but how can it fill your stomach?

There will definitely be chaos over food!

Looking at the strong goblin by the campfire, holding a bone club and shouting as if he were the master of everything, the old goblin had a premonition.

Once chaos ensues, the tribe will revert to its childhood state, resembling wild beasts.

It sensed that it was too old and wouldn't live much longer.

Then how will its children's children live?

The old goblin gently hugged the little goblin and sighed again.

"Ugh."

The old goblin, his face etched with melancholy, turned his head to the left.

Its gaze passed over the little goblin's head and reached the other side of the rock wall.

Two humans were tied up there.

These two humans don't have much meat; they're not even enough to feed the entire tribe for a day.

The old goblin looked at the campfire again.

What should we do next...?

"Glug."

In her nervousness, Li Mosi instinctively swallowed.

The large eyes that had just looked at him reflected a greenish light in the darkness.

If it weren't for his quiet instinct, which matches his name, he probably would have exclaimed "Holy crap!"

Even so, Li Mosi was still in a state of surprise and bewilderment.

Looking at the oval-shaped cave in his field of vision, a question arose in his mind.

"Didn't I just finish working on my presentation slides all night?"

"Where did you come from?"

By the firelight, Li Mosi could barely make out the short, green figures around the campfire.

He was seeing these excited, squeaking, green-skinned creatures for the first time.

But he had a corresponding word in his mind.

【Goblin】

Li Mosi's gaze passed over the heads of the goblins and landed on an object reflecting the flickering firelight above the campfire.

It was a large metal barrel, about half the height of a person.

Wisps of steam were still rising from the top of the bucket.

These goblins are boiling water!

He's going to be boiled!

The ominous sight made Li Mosi press the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, speeding up her thinking.

He rolled his eyes, observing his surroundings.

It looks like an empty, oval-shaped cave.

It contains many traces of daily life.

To his right was a pile of dry branches and grass, along with a few animal hides and other miscellaneous items.

He's currently staying with these "supplies".

There was a person to his left.

He wasn't the only one in the cave!

About three steps to Li Mosi's left, there was another person.

That person, like him, was some distance from the campfire.

Li Mosi could only get a general idea.

The person had long, neatly tied hair and a supple, curvaceous figure, and appeared to be a woman.

Her arms were tied behind her back, just like his, and she was muttering something softly.

He noticed a reflective emblem on the woman's chest.

It was a sun, like a simple line drawing...

"hiss--"

Upon seeing this pattern, Li Mosi suddenly felt a tightness in her head, and a flood of inexplicable memories rushed back.

Fortan...The Holy See of Light...

The next moment, the fragments in his mind were cleared up.

Li Mosi understood.

He crossed.

Moreover, she was transported to a world with magic.

The original owner's memories told him that this world was called "Fortan" and its system was similar to that of the Middle Ages.

However, with extraordinary power at his disposal, the nobles were even more inhuman than in the world he had traveled to before.

He was originally a free man from Baron Talis's territory. His father was a craftsman who served the baron, but he was the only one left in the family during a beast tide.

After the baron dispersed the beast tide, he began charging exorbitant "rescue fees."

Even if the original owner lost all his family fortune, he still couldn't pay and escaped the baron's territory just as he was about to become a slave.

To avoid the influence of the nobles, he fled towards the forests to the northeast.

The forest known as the "Remnants of the War of Gods" is a place that no nobleman wants to enter.

The original owner thought it was obvious, but besides monsters, there were also slave-hunting teams in the forest.

After all, there were many commoners and slaves who ran away because they couldn't survive.

The slave-catching team valued money over lives.

They found their niche here.

Finally, while being pursued by the slave-catching team, the original owner hid in a building ruin. When there was no hope of being surrounded, she jumped into a bottomless well.

That concludes my recollection.

With a local person's memory suddenly appearing out of nowhere, Li Mosi confirmed many things.

For example, those green-skinned monsters are indeed called goblins.

In my memory, they were the weakest of the wild beasts, but they had a strong desire to attack and were very prolific.

He has no problem dealing with one at a time, but he can't handle a large number of them.

Not to mention the huge group in front of us.

Most importantly, they really do eat people!

Li Mosi then turned her gaze to the left, looking at the woman.

The woman had a mark embroidered with metal thread on her chest; she was a member of the Church of Light, and her status must be extraordinary!

Surely you have some tricks up your sleeve?

Otherwise, even if you don't get eaten, you'll still get a defeat cutscene.

He asked in the local language, "Hey, can you handle these goblins?"

At this moment, Li Mosi didn't care about her identity anymore.

If we can't get out, we'll all die!