Chapter 271 Empty Bellies With Longing
Story: Content of the Magic Box
As Larry gazed upon the pitiful sight of the goblins, their bodies hunched and their faces etched with the agony of years of suffering, a wave of despair washed over him. With a heavy heart, he turned to Hermit, his voice thick with emotion as he struggled to comprehend the depths of their plight.
"What's wrong? Why aren't your fellow goblins coming to the tables? We've provided food and drink, a chance to celebrate. Why do they stand there, crying and sobbing, as if afraid?"
Hermit's response came in a broken whisper, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he struggled to find the words to convey the magnitude of their suffering.
"Larry, my friend. They... we, goblin slaves, we are not allowed to eat unless permitted by our masters. They hold the power of life and death over us, dictating when and how we may nourish our starving bodies. Please, friend, grant us this boon, this small semblance of humanity in a world devoid of mercy. Please, permit feast."
Larry's heart shattered at Hermit's words, the weight of their shared anguish pressing down upon him like a leaden weight. He reached out to his friend, his voice firm but filled with compassion.
"Hermit. Tell them to eat, not as slaves bound by chains of oppression, but as friends standing shoulder to shoulder in defiance of tyranny. We are not enslaving you, but rather offering a hand of friendship, a chance to reclaim your dignity. So go ahead and eat, my friends, as much as your hungry hearts desire."
With a sobbing squeal that echoed through the clearing, Hermit relayed Larry's words to his brethren, his voice cracking with emotion as he granted them the freedom to partake in the feast before them.
With each step, they emitted sounds of high-pitched squeals and guttural grunts, their voices rising in pitch as they drew closer to the tantalizing aroma wafting through the air. Some even tripped over their own feet in their haste, tumbling headlong toward the tables with all the grace of newborn foals.
Their minds struggled to comprehend the bounty laid out before them, their simple thoughts consumed by the sight of food so plentiful and delicious it seemed almost too good to be true. They pawed at the platters of roasted vegetables with clumsy hands, their fingers smearing gravy and sauce across their dirty faces as they shoveled food into their mouths with recklessness born from years and years of starvation.
Some goblins even went so far as to dunk their entire heads into the boiling cauldron of stew, emerging with burned-faced and wide-eyed expressions of blissful ignorance. Others grabbed handfuls of bread and soup, stuffing their faces with such a rush that bits of food flew in all directions, coating nearby goblins in a sticky mess of gravy and crumbs.
In a flurry of chaos and desperation, the hatchlings followed the lead of the adult goblins, their tiny feet beating a frantic rhythm upon the damp earth as they charged toward the tables. Like a swarm of locusts descending upon a field, they clambered up makeshift ladders of leaning chairs, their eyes wild with hunger and their bellies empty with longing.
They dove headfirst into the remnants of the feast, their tiny hands and mouths working feverishly to devour whatever morsels of food remained. They darted between half-empty plates and leftover scraps, their tiny bodies a blur of motion as they scrambled for sustenance.
A pack of hatchlings, their faces smeared with stew and bread crumbs, used a pot as a makeshift pool, diving into the hot broth with gleeful squeals. They laughed and splashed, their tiny bodies bobbing in the steaming liquid as they slurped greedily at the tasty stew.
Tearing off chunks of soft bread with their tiny hands, they gleefully descended into the pot, sliding down its walls like adventurers on a treacherous slide, before scraping the last traces of stew from its steaming depths and cramming them into their voracious mouths.
Plate after plate was plundered by the ravenous hatchlings, who gorged themselves until their bellies bulged with an obscene excess of food. They devoured with such ferocity that they barely had time to breathe between mouthfuls, their jaws working furiously to consume every last morsel in sight.
They paid no heed to table manners or decorum, their only concern was the insatiable hunger that gnawed at their empty bellies. They laughed and chattered amongst themselves, their voices rising in a racket of joyous noise that filled the clearing with the sounds of their newfound freedom. With gleeful shouts and squeals, they devoured everything in sight, their clumsy hands grabbing at whatever morsels they could find, their faces smeared with food and drink. The bread was torn apart with wild hands, soup slurped greedily from wooden bowls, and roasted vegetables vanished in a flurry of gnashing teeth and grasping hands.
But it was the discovery of the beer barrels that sent the goblins into a frenzy of excitement. As Jake filled tankards with frothy, golden liquid, the goblins crowded around him, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. With cheers and shouts of excitement, they reached out eagerly, grabbing the tankards and taking hearty swigs of the beer, their faces contorted in expressions of pure bliss. To goblins, beer was delicious, a quencher like nothing they had tasted before.
Some goblins chugged the beer with reckless abandon, their tankards held high as they guzzled down the refreshing liquid with gusto. Others took more measured sips, savoring the taste of the beer as it washed over their parched throats.
Meanwhile, Hermit's curiosity got the better of him as he stumbled upon a mysterious bottle, its fine craftsmanship and alluring crimson liquid drawing him in like a moth to a flame. With trembling hands, he reached out to touch the bottle, his fingers tracing its smooth contours with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.
With a hesitant touch, Hermit gingerly picked up the bottle, his heart pounding in his chest as he lifted it to his nose. The smell that assailed his senses was overpowering, a potent mixture of sweetness and bitterness that burned his sensitive sniffer like a fiery dragon's breath. He recoiled instinctively as if the bottle itself had lashed out at him, slapping him across the face.
But Hermit was not one to back down. With a defiant gleam in his eyes, he raised the bottle to his lips and tilted it back, swallowing the crimson liquid in one swift motion. A triumphant chuckle escaped his lips as he savored the taste of victory.
"Haha, take that, you stupid bottle! Who's the boss now, huh? Not so tough after all! Ha! Take that, you quencher!! Thought you could outsmart me, did you? Thought you could best me, did ya? Well, the joke's on you, quencher! I'm the king of this jungle, and you're just a measly... uh... bottle! I showed you who's boss!"
Little did Hermit know, he had just gulped down a potent concoction of the fermented vine, its effects far more intoxicating than anything he had ever experienced before. As the liquid burned its way down his throat, Hermit's vision began to blur and warp, his surroundings twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes before his eyes.
He chuckled to himself, a manic grin spreading across his face as he reveled in his supposed victory over the bottle. But as the effects of the vine intensified, his laughter turned into a series of disjointed giggles with occasional hiccups.
"But wait... what's happening? Why's everything spinning? Is the ground moving, or is it just me? Whoa... everything's... spinning. But... I'm fine... I'm... I'm... oh, look! Stars! Oof! Okay, maybe... maybe I overdid it a bit."
He staggered and swayed on unsteady legs, the earth beneath him shifting and morphing like quicksand. With a final wobble, Hermit toppled from the table with a resounding thud, his body hitting the wet dirt with a dull thud.
"Oops... heh... guess I'm... not as... as... as... steady as I thought."
For a moment, he lay there motionless, his naked form smeared with mud and grime. But then, with a low groan, Hermit began to writhe and squirm in the dirt, snoring loudly. He lay there unconscious, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths as he succumbed to the potent effects of the vine.
As the rest of the goblins indulged in a few more hearty swigs of beer, the effects of intoxication began to take hold with a vengeance. It was as if a whimsical spell had been cast upon them, each one experiencing a wildly different reaction that bordered on the absurd.
Some goblins, their meekness washed away by the potent brew, erupted into fits of giggles and chuckles, their laughter echoing through the clearing like the cackling of mischievous sprites. Others stood frozen in place, mouths agape and drool cascading from their lips in thick, viscous streams, their vacant stares fixed on a single point in the distance as if their brains had taken a vacation, leaving their skulls empty and hollow.
A few brave souls, emboldened by liquid courage, attempted to dance in wild, erratic movements, limbs flailing about in a chaotic frenzy that defied all logic and reason. One unfortunate goblin slave simply collapsed face-first into the dirt, his body limp and lifeless as he succumbed to the blissful oblivion of sleep. With each snore that escaped his lips, clouds of dust billowed forth from beneath the ground, swirling around him like a shroud of drunken dreams.
Tiny hatchlings too found amusement in sipping from toppled tankards of beer, their tiny heads spinning from the intoxicating brew. One particularly adventurous hatchling, emboldened by liquid courage, climbed atop a tankard and leaped in with a gleeful shout.
But his joy quickly turned to panic as he realized he couldn't swim. Thrashing about wildly, his tiny limbs flailed for purchase in the murky depths, his lungs burning for air. With each passing moment, he sank deeper into the frothy abyss, his tiny body disappearing beneath the surface.
"Help! Help!" he chirped.
"I can't breathe! I'm going to drown! I-I don't want to die! Somebody help me, please!"
In a moment of sheer desperation, the hatchling's mind flashed with a brilliant idea - or at least, brilliant for a goblin. With a gulp of air, he opened his mouth and began to drink, guzzling down the beer until there was nothing left but an empty tankard and a bloated, waterlogged body.
"What's wrong? Why aren't your fellow goblins coming to the tables? We've provided food and drink, a chance to celebrate. Why do they stand there, crying and sobbing, as if afraid?"
Hermit's response came in a broken whisper, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he struggled to find the words to convey the magnitude of their suffering.
"Larry, my friend. They... we, goblin slaves, we are not allowed to eat unless permitted by our masters. They hold the power of life and death over us, dictating when and how we may nourish our starving bodies. Please, friend, grant us this boon, this small semblance of humanity in a world devoid of mercy. Please, permit feast."
Larry's heart shattered at Hermit's words, the weight of their shared anguish pressing down upon him like a leaden weight. He reached out to his friend, his voice firm but filled with compassion.
"Hermit. Tell them to eat, not as slaves bound by chains of oppression, but as friends standing shoulder to shoulder in defiance of tyranny. We are not enslaving you, but rather offering a hand of friendship, a chance to reclaim your dignity. So go ahead and eat, my friends, as much as your hungry hearts desire."
With a sobbing squeal that echoed through the clearing, Hermit relayed Larry's words to his brethren, his voice cracking with emotion as he granted them the freedom to partake in the feast before them.
With each step, they emitted sounds of high-pitched squeals and guttural grunts, their voices rising in pitch as they drew closer to the tantalizing aroma wafting through the air. Some even tripped over their own feet in their haste, tumbling headlong toward the tables with all the grace of newborn foals.
Their minds struggled to comprehend the bounty laid out before them, their simple thoughts consumed by the sight of food so plentiful and delicious it seemed almost too good to be true. They pawed at the platters of roasted vegetables with clumsy hands, their fingers smearing gravy and sauce across their dirty faces as they shoveled food into their mouths with recklessness born from years and years of starvation.
Some goblins even went so far as to dunk their entire heads into the boiling cauldron of stew, emerging with burned-faced and wide-eyed expressions of blissful ignorance. Others grabbed handfuls of bread and soup, stuffing their faces with such a rush that bits of food flew in all directions, coating nearby goblins in a sticky mess of gravy and crumbs.
In a flurry of chaos and desperation, the hatchlings followed the lead of the adult goblins, their tiny feet beating a frantic rhythm upon the damp earth as they charged toward the tables. Like a swarm of locusts descending upon a field, they clambered up makeshift ladders of leaning chairs, their eyes wild with hunger and their bellies empty with longing.
They dove headfirst into the remnants of the feast, their tiny hands and mouths working feverishly to devour whatever morsels of food remained. They darted between half-empty plates and leftover scraps, their tiny bodies a blur of motion as they scrambled for sustenance.
A pack of hatchlings, their faces smeared with stew and bread crumbs, used a pot as a makeshift pool, diving into the hot broth with gleeful squeals. They laughed and splashed, their tiny bodies bobbing in the steaming liquid as they slurped greedily at the tasty stew.
Tearing off chunks of soft bread with their tiny hands, they gleefully descended into the pot, sliding down its walls like adventurers on a treacherous slide, before scraping the last traces of stew from its steaming depths and cramming them into their voracious mouths.
Plate after plate was plundered by the ravenous hatchlings, who gorged themselves until their bellies bulged with an obscene excess of food. They devoured with such ferocity that they barely had time to breathe between mouthfuls, their jaws working furiously to consume every last morsel in sight.
They paid no heed to table manners or decorum, their only concern was the insatiable hunger that gnawed at their empty bellies. They laughed and chattered amongst themselves, their voices rising in a racket of joyous noise that filled the clearing with the sounds of their newfound freedom. With gleeful shouts and squeals, they devoured everything in sight, their clumsy hands grabbing at whatever morsels they could find, their faces smeared with food and drink. The bread was torn apart with wild hands, soup slurped greedily from wooden bowls, and roasted vegetables vanished in a flurry of gnashing teeth and grasping hands.
But it was the discovery of the beer barrels that sent the goblins into a frenzy of excitement. As Jake filled tankards with frothy, golden liquid, the goblins crowded around him, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. With cheers and shouts of excitement, they reached out eagerly, grabbing the tankards and taking hearty swigs of the beer, their faces contorted in expressions of pure bliss. To goblins, beer was delicious, a quencher like nothing they had tasted before.
Some goblins chugged the beer with reckless abandon, their tankards held high as they guzzled down the refreshing liquid with gusto. Others took more measured sips, savoring the taste of the beer as it washed over their parched throats.
Meanwhile, Hermit's curiosity got the better of him as he stumbled upon a mysterious bottle, its fine craftsmanship and alluring crimson liquid drawing him in like a moth to a flame. With trembling hands, he reached out to touch the bottle, his fingers tracing its smooth contours with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.
With a hesitant touch, Hermit gingerly picked up the bottle, his heart pounding in his chest as he lifted it to his nose. The smell that assailed his senses was overpowering, a potent mixture of sweetness and bitterness that burned his sensitive sniffer like a fiery dragon's breath. He recoiled instinctively as if the bottle itself had lashed out at him, slapping him across the face.
But Hermit was not one to back down. With a defiant gleam in his eyes, he raised the bottle to his lips and tilted it back, swallowing the crimson liquid in one swift motion. A triumphant chuckle escaped his lips as he savored the taste of victory.
"Haha, take that, you stupid bottle! Who's the boss now, huh? Not so tough after all! Ha! Take that, you quencher!! Thought you could outsmart me, did you? Thought you could best me, did ya? Well, the joke's on you, quencher! I'm the king of this jungle, and you're just a measly... uh... bottle! I showed you who's boss!"
Little did Hermit know, he had just gulped down a potent concoction of the fermented vine, its effects far more intoxicating than anything he had ever experienced before. As the liquid burned its way down his throat, Hermit's vision began to blur and warp, his surroundings twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes before his eyes.
He chuckled to himself, a manic grin spreading across his face as he reveled in his supposed victory over the bottle. But as the effects of the vine intensified, his laughter turned into a series of disjointed giggles with occasional hiccups.
"But wait... what's happening? Why's everything spinning? Is the ground moving, or is it just me? Whoa... everything's... spinning. But... I'm fine... I'm... I'm... oh, look! Stars! Oof! Okay, maybe... maybe I overdid it a bit."
He staggered and swayed on unsteady legs, the earth beneath him shifting and morphing like quicksand. With a final wobble, Hermit toppled from the table with a resounding thud, his body hitting the wet dirt with a dull thud.
"Oops... heh... guess I'm... not as... as... as... steady as I thought."
For a moment, he lay there motionless, his naked form smeared with mud and grime. But then, with a low groan, Hermit began to writhe and squirm in the dirt, snoring loudly. He lay there unconscious, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths as he succumbed to the potent effects of the vine.
As the rest of the goblins indulged in a few more hearty swigs of beer, the effects of intoxication began to take hold with a vengeance. It was as if a whimsical spell had been cast upon them, each one experiencing a wildly different reaction that bordered on the absurd.
Some goblins, their meekness washed away by the potent brew, erupted into fits of giggles and chuckles, their laughter echoing through the clearing like the cackling of mischievous sprites. Others stood frozen in place, mouths agape and drool cascading from their lips in thick, viscous streams, their vacant stares fixed on a single point in the distance as if their brains had taken a vacation, leaving their skulls empty and hollow.
A few brave souls, emboldened by liquid courage, attempted to dance in wild, erratic movements, limbs flailing about in a chaotic frenzy that defied all logic and reason. One unfortunate goblin slave simply collapsed face-first into the dirt, his body limp and lifeless as he succumbed to the blissful oblivion of sleep. With each snore that escaped his lips, clouds of dust billowed forth from beneath the ground, swirling around him like a shroud of drunken dreams.
Tiny hatchlings too found amusement in sipping from toppled tankards of beer, their tiny heads spinning from the intoxicating brew. One particularly adventurous hatchling, emboldened by liquid courage, climbed atop a tankard and leaped in with a gleeful shout.
But his joy quickly turned to panic as he realized he couldn't swim. Thrashing about wildly, his tiny limbs flailed for purchase in the murky depths, his lungs burning for air. With each passing moment, he sank deeper into the frothy abyss, his tiny body disappearing beneath the surface.
"Help! Help!" he chirped.
"I can't breathe! I'm going to drown! I-I don't want to die! Somebody help me, please!"
In a moment of sheer desperation, the hatchling's mind flashed with a brilliant idea - or at least, brilliant for a goblin. With a gulp of air, he opened his mouth and began to drink, guzzling down the beer until there was nothing left but an empty tankard and a bloated, waterlogged body.
Table of Contents
- Adventurers Monsterpedia - Dangerous Plant Monsters
- Adventurers Monsterpedia - Magical Beast
- Adventurers Monsterpedia - Mutants
- Adventurers Monsterpedia - Monsters
- Character information
- Town information
- Chapter 403 The Pain He Couldn’t Put into Words
- Chapter 402 Making a Nest
- Chapter 401 Fragile Lives Left Alone in the Dark
- Chapter 400 The Shed, the Snow, and the Fire
- Chapter 399 Approaching Broken Gates in the Snowstorm
- Chapter 398 The Invisible Force of Gravity Magic
- Chapter 397 What if Hermit had lied to her, luring her out into the wilderness as part of some elaborate scheme?
- Chapter 396 Hermit had forgotten one crucial detail about Suzuka: she was a restless sleeper.
- Chapter 395 Consequences of Your Actions
- Chapter 394 Finding Shelter in the middle of a Snowstorm
- Chapter 393 First Time Seeing Mountain Snow
- Chapter 392 Going on Adventure to Save Kaka
- Chapter 391 Not Exactly a Reliable Source of Information
- Chapter 390 Goblin with a Broken Neck
- Chapter 389 Cat Boss Story from the Past
- Chapter 388 And as the world faded to black, the goblin’s last thought was of them—his little ones—and the hope that they would survive.
- Chapter 387 Punching Bag for the Bandits
- Chapter 386 No one noticed the goblin in need, only his captors.
- Chapter 385 Would Suzuka’s words hold true? Would he really be safe?
- Chapter 384 It's a simple errand, what could go wrong, right?
- Chapter 383 A Volunteer who Believes that his Sacrifice can Serve a Greater Good
- Chapter 382 Temporary Shelters for the Newcomers
- Chapter 381 A Letter from Thomas
- Chapter 380 A goblin and fresh eggs, right on time
- Chapter 379 Putting on Big Boy Pants
- Chapter 378 Your Royal Sadness, Hermit the Tragic, First of His Name, King of Self-Pity
- Chapter 377 Luminesia—a Town that will be a Sanctuary for all who Wish to Live in Peace
- Chapter 376 Tragic History Between Cat Boss and Hermit
- Chapter 375 The Meeting with the Cat Boss, Leader of the Cat People
- Chapter 374 Set of Tracks in the Dirt
- Chapter 373 Eyes that Always Watching
- Chapter 372 Old Acquaintance
- Chapter 371 Mr. Reliable
- Chapter 370 Security Issues
- Chapter 369 Big Progress
- Chapter 368 Forgiveness
- Chapter 367 A Tomb Stone for our Enemy
- Chapter 366 A Terrible, Tragic Accident
- Chapter 365 Desperate Display of Remorse
- Chapter 364 Fear and Exhaustion
- Chapter 363 Exaggerated Regrets
- Chapter 362 Unsettling Quiet
- Chapter 361 Farewells and New Horizons
- Chapter 360 Van Blous Insignia
- Chapter 359 Inner Frustration
- Chapter 358 Exclusive Rights
- Chapter 357 Your Grace Brodric Faladan
- Chapter 356 Delivering the Killing Blow
- Chapter 355 Cornered Prey
- Chapter 354 No Escape for the Baron
- Chapter 353 All Eyes on the Prize
- Chapter 352 The Host of the Evening
- Chapter 351 Invitation to a Masquerade Ball
- Chapter 350 Inner Strength that Keep me Going
- Chapter 349 Antonio's Unfortunate Accident
- Chapter 348 Dreaming About the Future
- Chapter 347 Love, Laughter, and Secrets
- Chapter 346 Reflections in the Bath
- Chapter 345 Friendly Game of Cards
- Chapter 344 Amazing Things Do Not Come Cheap
- Chapter 343 I’m Not a Bad Person
- Chapter 342 Visiting Old Friends
- Chapter 341 Uncomfortable Silence
- Chapter 340 What Worries Me the Most
- Chapter 339 Little Boy of Joy
- Chapter 338 Immense Weight
- Chapter 337 Lingering Shock
- Chapter 336 Love and Loss
- Chapter 335 Obsessive Parents and Endless Pie
- Chapter 334 Charming Wit and Dazzling Smile
- Chapter 333 Little Party Tricks
- Chapter 332 Clint Levens
- Chapter 331 Warm Hospitality
- Chapter 330 Shared Memories
- Chapter 329 Past Mistakes
- Chapter 328 Woodmill Town
- Chapter 327 Friendly Conversation
- Chapter 326 Disbelief and Overwhelming Happiness
- Chapter 325 Gentle Steps
- Chapter 324 Newfound Resolve
- Chapter 323 Comical Sight
- Chapter 322 Suzuka’s Overwhelming Power
- Chapter 321 Despair and Sorrow
- Chapter 320 Passing the Word
- Chapter 319 Piece of Advice
- Chapter 318 Timbo's Instructions
- Chapter 317 Free to Dream
- Chapter 316 Necessary Evil
- Chapter 315 Gift for the Boss
- Chapter 314 Coins and Gems
- Chapter 313 Bright Future
- Chapter 312 Smell of Deceit
- Chapter 311 Lives Filled With Endless Torment
- Chapter 310 Suspicious Visitor
- Chapter 309 The Great Wall
- Chapter 308 Ghost From the Past
- Chapter 307 Heartwarming Innocence
- Chapter 306 Newfound Efficiency
- Chapter 305 Immense Workload
- Chapter 304 Job Assignment
- Chapter 303 Awe and Admiration
- Chapter 302 Mana Sickness
- Chapter 301 Pushing Past the Limits
- Chapter 300 Bright Future
- Chapter 299 Best Way to Start the Day
- Chapter 298 Unfamiliar Sensation
- Chapter 297 The Best Day of My Life
- Chapter 296 Tiny Lumberjacks
- Chapter 295 Gifts From The Gods
- Chapter 294 Unwavering Respect
- Chapter 293 Honorable Battle Wounds
- Chapter 292 The Day Before Moving Out
- Chapter 291 Earth Magic Box
- Chapter 290 Boost in Power
- Chapter 289 Dark Humor
- Chapter 288 Passionate Adventure In Good Day's Rest Inn
- Chapter 287 Cozy Little Cafe
- Chapter 286 The Charming Snake
- Chapter 285 The Name He Curse
- Chapter 284 Invaluable Support
- Chapter 283 Full Schedule
- Chapter 282 Innocence and Purity
- Chapter 281 Darkness of the Night
- Chapter 280 The Mysterious Visitor
- Chapter 279 Haunting Whispers
- Chapter 278 Impossible Dream
- Chapter 277 Exotic Oils and Fragrant Blossoms
- Chapter 276 Feeling Guilty
- Chapter 275 Stroke of Luck
- Chapter 274 Cup of Hot Coffee
- Chapter 273 Fear, Responsibility, and Gratitude
- Chapter 272 Towering Peaks
- Chapter 271 Empty Bellies With Longing
- Chapter 270 Newfound Freedom
- Chapter 269 Goddess of Destruction and Salvation
- Chapter 268 Goblin Breeding Cave
- Chapter 267 Carnal Desires
- Chapter 266 Crushing Defeat
- Chapter 265 Showing No Mercy
- Chapter 264 Hundred Moons
- Chapter 263 Innocence of Youth
- Chapter 262 Big Loaf of Bread
- Chapter 261 Overflowing With Joy
- Chapter 260 Precious Gift
- Chapter 259 Quick Trip
- Chapter 258 The Scenery of Devastation
- Chapter 257 According to Plan
- Chapter 256 Light of Freedom
- Chapter 255 Promise Not to be Broken
- Chapter 254 Goblin Hatchery
- Chapter 253 Fear of Formidable Power
- Chapter 252 The Illusion of Invincibility
- Chapter 251 Bleak Existence
- Chapter 250 The Battle Begins
- Chapter 249 Reign of the Evil Goblins
- Chapter 248 Heated Argument
- Chapter 247 Scrutinizing Gaze
- Chapter 246 Preparations for Infiltration
- Chapter 245 Raid on the Goblin Breeding Farm
- Chapter 244 Stealthy Camp
- Chapter 243 Warm Hug of Comfort
- Chapter 242 Journey to Freedom Begins
- Chapter 241 Distant Echoes of a Duel
- Chapter 240 No Room For Error
- Chapter 239 The Final Exams
- Chapter 238 Simple Paperwork
- Chapter 237 Placing The Order
- Chapter 236 Chance at a New Life
- Chapter 235 The Best Offer Possible
- Chapter 234 For The Greater Good
- Chapter 233 Sweet Dreams in Goblinland
- Chapter 232 Goblin Medicine Recipe
- Chapter 231 Counting The Profits
- Chapter 230 Squeaky Chittering of the Rats
- Chapter 229 The Bandits Treasure
- Chapter 228 Culinary Treasure Flamboshta!
- Chapter 227 Those Who Need Feelings
- Chapter 226 Precious Feelings
- Chapter 225 Pitiable Innocence
- Chapter 224 Brutal Rain
- Chapter 223 Magical Resonance
- Chapter 222 Arion The Void Mage
- Chapter 221 Ideal Financial Support
- Chapter 220 The Proposal
- Chapter 219 List of Tools
- Chapter 218 Hard And Painful Decision
- Chapter 217 Sharing Awful Hobbies
- Chapter 216 Seeking New Allies
- Chapter 215 A Business Proposition
- Chapter 214 The Renowned Architect Elara
- Chapter 213 A Genuine Apology
- Chapter 212 Hanging by a Thread
- Chapter 211 Lies And Misunderstandings
- Chapter 210 A little Snack For The Trip
- Chapter 209 Treasure Hunt In Perilous Forest
- Chapter 208 Goddess of Salvation
- Chapter 207 Hermit's Secret Sanctuary
- Chapter 206 The Real Plan
- Chapter 205 A Picture of a Happy Goblin
- Chapter 204 A Warm Goblin Is A Happy Goblin
- Chapter 203 Forgiveness And Understanding
- Chapter 202 The Only Way To Beat A Bully
- Chapter 201 Hermit's Drunken Tales
- Chapter 200 Feeling A Little Tipsy
- Chapter 199 Drinking Beer For The First Time
- Chapter 198 Under The Dumpster
- Chapter 197 Jacob's Story
- Chapter 196 A Dark Reunion
- Chapter 195 The Bear Paw Inn
- Chapter 194 Mushrooms In The Moonlight
- Chapter 193 A Shattered Mind
- Chapter 192 People Bad, Gobbie Friends Good
- Chapter 191 The Remains of Hermit
- Chapter 190 An Unexpected Guest
- Chapter 189 Thalen The Ruler Of Rockmine Town
- Chapter 188 Meeting With The Royalty
- Chapter 187 Just a Passing Thought
- Chapter 186 A New Beginning of a Friendship
- Chapter 185 It was not a Dream
- Chapter 184 Unseen Menace
- Chapter 183 Wager of Shiny Coins
- Chapter 182 A Story about Squating on a Torch
- Chapter 181 I'm Swellmit, Not Weak Hermit
- Chapter 180 A Voice From The Shadows
- Chapter 179 Spooky Awakening
- Chapter 178 Hermit's Lifeless Hand
- Chapter 177 Life or Death Decision
- Chapter 176 Egg Laying Straw
- Chapter 175 The Broken Marionette
- Chapter 174 The Explosion
- Chapter 173 Pink Potion
- Chapter 172 Depressingly Melodramatic
- Chapter 171 Grand Goblin Feast
- Chapter 170 Relentless Scuttling
- Chapter 169 A Promise I Will Keep
- Chapter 168 Sitting on a Bench
- Chapter 167 The Wrestling Match
- Chapter 166 Wrestling Raccoon
- Chapter 165 Tasty Breakfest
- Chapter 164 It's Just a Prank Bro!
- Chapter 163 Master's Loving Embrace
- Chapter 162 Shiny Coins and a Key
- Chapter 161 Seeking Warmth
- Chapter 160 A Task at Hand
- Chapter 159 Olivia's Kind Gesture
- Chapter 158 Standing on the Edge of the Clif
- Chapter 157 Culinary Delight Among Goblins
- Chapter 156 Treacherous Flight of Stairs
- Chapter 155 Delightful Smell
- Chapter 154 Interesting Little Creature
- Chapter 153 I Can't Swim
- Chapter 152 Scuttling in The Rain
- Chapter 151 Going out for a Delicious Meal
- Chapter 150 Puppy Eyes
- Chapter 149 Feeling Cool
- Chapter 148 Blue Hue Elixir
- Chapter 147 Sink Bath
- Chapter 146 Thunderous Slap
- Chapter 145 Exposed
- Chapter 144 Game of Mercy
- Chapter 143 Small Adventure
- Chapter 142 Meaty Ears
- Chapter 141 Classified Information
- Chapter 140 Girls Talk
- Chapter 139 Smile of Gratitude
- Chapter 138 One Last Time
- Chapter 137 Some Bad News
- Chapter 136 The Crowd
- Chapter 135 Tender Care
- Chapter 134 Acid
- Chapter 133 Giving Chase
- Chapter 132 A little Dirty
- Chapter 131 Comfy Barrel
- Chapter 130 Precise Punch
- Chapter 129 Sad Story
- Chapter 128 Restless and Bored
- Chapter 127 Much Needed Rest
- Chapter 126 Iron Bars
- Chapter 125 Chilling Sound
- Chapter 124 Whisper in the Ear
- Chapter 123 A Calm Place
- Chapter 122 Introduction
- Chapter 121 Envy and Resentment
- Chapter 120 Shocking Truth
- Chapter 119 Sometimes, rules don't mean a damn thing.
- Chapter 118 Kiss In the Rain
- Chapter 117 Going Out
- Chapter 116 Isaac The Ice Mage
- Chapter 115 The name is Grand
- Chapter 114 Maximus Decimus Meridius
- Chapter 113 Heated Round
- Chapter 112 Elimination Round
- Chapter 111 Coliseum
- Chapter 110 Meeting an old friend
- Chapter 109 Nostalgia
- Chapter 108 Apology
- Chapter 107 Justice Served
- Chapter 106 The Headmaster
- Chapter 105 Caught With Pants Down
- Chapter 104 Professor Jonathan Stone
- Chapter 103 The First Place
- Chapter 102 Test Results
- Chapter 101 A small grin on Walter's face
- Chapter 100 A Little Drunk
- Chapter 99 Melwyn Gold Apple Wine
- Chapter 98 The Date
- Chapter 97 Things Got Complicated
- Chapter 96 Olivia's Note
- Chapter 95 Who Is the Real Hero?
- Chapter 94 Swamper
- Chapter 93 Gloomy Evening
- Chapter 92 No More Jokes
- Chapter 91 Helen's Death
- Chapter 90 Hostage
- Chapter 89 As I Feared
- Chapter 88 Rescue Mission
- Chapter 87 My Dear Sterling
- Chapter 86 My Slave
- Chapter 85 Bad Reputation
- Chapter 84 Silvia and Barrier Magic
- Chapter 83 Professor
- Chapter 82 Magic Box University
- Chapter 81 Slowing Down
- Chapter 80 The Greatsword
- Chapter 79 Corpses Piling Up
- Chapter 78 Zimmers
- Chapter 77 Rusty Sword
- Chapter 76 Cash Cow
- Chapter 75 Red Potion
- Chapter 74 Goblins ambush
- Chapter 73 Kieran
- Chapter 72 Letter
- Chapter 71 Official Quest
- Chapter 70 Wide Grin
- Chapter 69 New Armor
- Chapter 68 Shopping
- Chapter 67 Hot spring
- Chapter 66 The Mystic Oasis
- Chapter 65 Dark Damp Alleyway
- Chapter 64 Stalker
- Chapter 63 Wara vs Suzuka
- Chapter 62 Fight Ring
- Chapter 61 The Guild Leader Wara
- Chapter 60 5-Stars at Heart 2-Stars on Paper
- Chapter 59 Dr. Jenkins
- Chapter 58 He Is My Husbando
- Chapter 57 Rules
- Chapter 56 Laughing Larry
- Chapter 55 Hunters Guild
- Chapter 54 Olivia's Memories
- Chapter 53 Bandits
- Chapter 52 Town In Sight
- Chapter 51 Olivia's Tent
- Chapter 50 Olivia
- Chapter 49 Friendly Chat
- Chapter 48 Bill's Wish Come True
- Chapter 47 Feelings
- Chapter 46 Going in Circles
- Chapter 45 Day Light
- Chapter 44 Clearing The Path
- Chapter 43 Going Deeper
- Chapter 42 The Crystal Mine
- Chapter 41 Finally Back To Bill's Cave
- Chapter 40 The Castle In Ruins
- Chapter 39 The Room Bellow
- Chapter 38 The Deception
- Chapter 37 Fight for the Throne Room
- Chapter 36 The Fierce Fight
- Chapter 35 The Goblin Castle
- Chapter 34 Martin's Party Never Come Back
- Chapter 33 Happy Birthday to Me and Bill
- Chapter 32 Martin and His Party
- Chapter 31 Rough Training
- Chapter 30 Calm Morning and Gentle Rain
- Chapter 29 Giving in to the Rage
- Chapter 28 A Fight
- Chapter 27 Idle Chat and Rune Magic
- Chapter 26 Looking For Crystal
- Chapter 25 Slime and Wine
- Chapter 24 Feeling Sick
- Chapter 23 Saving Bill
- Chapter 22 The Ambush
- Chapter 21 The Minotaur
- Chapter 20 Unyielding Rage and New Encounter
- Chapter 19 Clive
- Chapter 18 A New Hope
- Chapter 17 A Magic Box Power
- Chapter 16 The Magic Box
- Chapter 15 On The Run
- Chapter 14 Glimmer of Hope
- Chapter 13 The Awakening
- Chapter 12 Going Berserk
- Chapter 11 Fight to The Death
- Chapter 10 Feeding Time
- Chapter 09 The Hunt
- Chapter 08 Contact With The Beast
- Chapter 07 Journey Continue
- Chapter 06 The Behemoth and the First Victims
- Chapter 05 Wake Up Call
- Chapter 04 Beginning of a Journey
- Chapter 03 The Plan
- Chapter 02 The Kidnap
- Chapter 01 Suzuka and Antonio
- Chapter 0 Prologue The Beginning of World