“After devouring the Goblin King, I gained the power to command all goblins. I wiped out the entire goblin dungeon without breaking a sweat... hehehehe.”

  The Goblin Slayer spoke, her eyes gleaming with manic delight.

  A chill ran down Tian's spine.

  Tian had never imagined her background could be so twisted.

  No wonder she was so strong. But he still asked, “Then what about that mysterious power of yours? The one that one-shots goblins—how does it work?”

  “I have royal blood. Goblins have an even stricter hierarchy than humans.

  So I mixed a bit of my own tissue into my weapons. When it enters another goblin’s body, it triggers an instinctive rejection.

  Simply put, it's a suicide command etched into their genes—they're biologically forbidden from harming the king, and I can control them.”

  The Goblin Slayer explained patiently.

  Because of her royal blood, she was immune to that self-destruct mechanism.

  With everything laid out so clearly, Tian started seriously considering accepting her.

  After all, she was half-goblin—no, more like a goblin in human skin.

  Fitting into the tribe shouldn’t be a problem.

  Tian finally understood. “No wonder you always wear such heavy armor—you’re afraid humans will recognize your true identity, aren’t you? But why call yourself the Goblin Slayer?”

  By all logic, she was a goblin.

  Yet she was obsessed with killing goblins?

  “My mother was raped and killed by goblins. Of course I kill them. As for picking the strongest to mate with before eating them... that's just a personal preference.”

  The Goblin Slayer continued.

  Forced by her 'birth father,' she had to watch her mother be violated and killed.

  No wonder her personality became so warped.

  A human body, but the heart of a goblin.

  That’s why she sought out goblin partners—it was an instinct of her kind.

  That was also why she pursued Tian so aggressively.

  But she bounced between the two races: goblins wouldn’t accept her, humans definitely wouldn’t.

  So, a goblin in human skin was born—one who kills goblins while secretly craving connection with her own kind.

  She lived a double life: killing goblins like a human, and seeking goblin company like a goblin.

  All of it to fill the emptiness inside her.

  Tian looked at her and, to his surprise, felt a twinge of pity. “In that case... join me.”

  Seeing Tian's serious expression, the Goblin Slayer froze for a long moment.

  She couldn’t believe he would say that—and actually mean it.

  A goblin… accepting the Goblin Slayer?

  The one who killed the Goblin King? The one who’d slaughtered so many of their kind?

  “You're... not afraid of me? You don't see me as the enemy of goblins? I killed your king, you know.”

  She asked tentatively.

  She had originally planned to dominate Tian and toy with him.

  Now things had become... interesting.

  Tian shrugged, completely indifferent. “You killed the Goblin King—so what? You killed a bunch before that—so what? That has nothing to do with me. You and I... we're similar in some ways.

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  But I’ve chosen a clear path.”

  A clear path?

  The Goblin Slayer paused, thoughtful. “How fascinating... a gift from the heavens. To meet such a beautiful creature... hehehehe.”

  “Don’t get cocky. Letting you join doesn’t mean you get to dominate me. I’m the one in charge here—understand?”

  Tian's expression hardened.

  “Oh? Want to play again? Last time, when I told you to switch positions, you obeyed so obediently... like a naughty child being punished...”

  The Goblin Slayer flashed a wicked smile.

  The mention of that made Tian flush with embarrassment. He snorted. “Don’t bring that up!”

  She had been the one in control the entire time.

  After teasing him, the Goblin Slayer thought for a moment. “Fine. Things in Bright Town are complicated right now. I’ll go stay there for a while—I can be your eyes and ears.”

  “Hm? You're actually being helpful?”

  Tian was genuinely surprised.

  Wasn’t this woman obsessed with killing goblins? Now she wanted to help them?

  The Goblin Slayer crossed the river. “Because you’re mine now. And it seems... I’ve finally found my own path too...”

  She waded through the water, entered the dense forest, and vanished.

  “I hope you really have.”

  Tian watched her back disappear, then turned toward the cave.

  He took a deep breath. “Phew... that woman is way more than I can handle. At least she gave me over five hundred attribute points! Truly worthy of royal blood.”

  She was different from Moon—Moon was pure female goblin.

  She was half-human, half-goblin.

  Then he checked his current stats.

  【Tian: Lv55

  Race: Goblin

  Class: None

  Titles: Blasphemer of Gods, God-Maker, Injector of Royal Hole, God’s Blessing…

  HP: 1600

  Strength: 410

  Defense: 470

  Skills: No-Blade Draw, Keen Senses, Awei’s Eighteen Forms, Flash of Return, Size Change…

  Equipment: Fine Iron Armor, Fine Shortsword, Elemental Crossbow

  Overall: 2200】

  Tian was fairly satisfied.

  What pleased him most was the new achievement title: Injector of Royal Hole.

  +100 Life Points. (Note to veteran readers: new titles now grant Life Points as well.)

  Tian then entered the cave.

  “Boss, you’re here! We were just about to start grilling. Do you still have any of that seasoning from last time?”

  asked Gob Bene.

  Gob Kuang grinned foolishly. “Hehe, that stuff makes everything taste so good.”

  Grilling?

  At those words, the captured humans immediately turned pale with terror.

  “Don’t kill me! I can still be useful!”

  “Just kill me outright! I don't want to be roasted alive!”

  “That traitor, the Goblin Slayer! Where’s the Sword Saint? Hasn’t she recovered yet? Can’t she come save us?!”

  “Father... I’m going to sacrifice myself for the family’s glory... sob, sob!”

  It was Sisuel and the others.

  Their wails echoed throughout the cave.

  It was a living hell.

  Nearby, Rodel—chained up and half-asleep—slowly opened his eyes. His blurry vision gradually cleared.

  When he saw Sisuel, he burst out laughing. “Ahahahaha! Sisuel! Is that really you?”

  “Cousin? You’re still alive?!”

  Sisuel froze, eyes wide with shock.

  How many months had he been captured by goblins?

  And he was still alive!

  Unbelievable!

  Rodel snapped, irritated. “Die? You’d die before I do. I’m not dying!”

  Sisuel ignored him. “Heh, look at you now—worse than death. Pathetic. The Stanmont family’s glory, reduced to this?”

  In noble circles, everyone knew Rodel was the Sword Saint’s disciple.

  Ever since then, the Stanmont family had strutted around, mocking the other houses every day.

  Sisuel’s family had been given the cold shoulder for ages.

  Now, Rodel’s state proved he was no better!

  “You idiot—haven’t you noticed you’re meat on the chopping block too? You’ll die before me, hahaha!”

  Rodel kept mocking him.

  He really wouldn’t die—Tian hadn’t tortured him enough yet.

  Sisuel frowned. “Isn’t the Sword Saint your master? She didn’t come to save you? Or are you just too weak for her to bother?”

  At the mention of that name, Rodel’s face darkened instantly.

  Then he suddenly roared, “Shut up! Don’t you dare mention her! That selfish woman abandoned me for her so-called justice!”

  “Hahaha! So the Sword Saint really lives up to her title as Guardian of the Holy Sword!”

  Sisuel was still laughing.

  Then his expression froze.

  Because right beside him, something horrifying was happening.

  Gob Kuang was preparing to eat.

  And on the menu: those adventurers.

  He took out a carefully prepared selection of seasonings—wild mint, cinnamon, bay leaves, rosemary, thyme, pepper, garlic, chili, ginger, and more.

  The sound of tearing flesh made every adventurer’s heart tremble.

  They were on the verge of fainting.

  “Save me! I was so stupid—why did I come to fight these demons?! These aren’t goblins at all!”

  One adventurer screamed in despair.

  But his fate was already sealed.

  Gob Bene started cooking as well.

  He lit the bonfire. Flames roared up. It was time to grill.

  The adventurers’ blood-curdling screams echoed through the cave.

  To them, this place was hell.

  To them, these monsters were no different from devils.

  Tian couldn’t help but sigh. “You’re even more twisted and ruthless than I imagined.”

  “Hee hee.”

  Gob Bene gave an innocent smile.

  A smile that sent chills down one’s spine.

  To the goblins, those screams were just a delightful appetizer.

  Sisuel trembled in terror, watching the others get devoured. He was on the verge of tears.

  Even as a diamond-rank adventurer, the time before death was more terrifying than death itself.

  Rodel had long since gone numb—he no longer showed any emotion.

  At that moment, Gob Bene’s blood-red eyes in the darkness fixed on Sisuel in the corner.

  Cold fear crawled over his entire body.

  Sisuel begged desperately, “Don’t kill me! I’m a noble! I can give you money, women—anything! Just let me go!”

  But the goblins didn’t care about that.

  “Stop!”

  Suddenly Rodel’s voice rang out, firm and decisive.

  Sisuel looked over in surprise, calming a little. “Cousin, you...”

  Tian’s interest was piqued. “Oh? The useless dog finally speaks after all this time?”

  “You’re called Tian, right? Let him go. I’ll agree to any request you have.”