Picture this: an ugly old goblin with a toothy grin, casually presenting with a bloodstained bone like it was a gift basket.
Yeah, that scene was straight out of a horror movie.
Don’t bla for my reaction.
Anyone in my shoes would’ve done the sa.
My reaction clearly caught both Flogga and the goblin behind her off guard.
They stared at for a mont.
The mood was quite awkward before I coughed, standing up straighter and pretending like I didn’t just screeched like a banshee out of fear.
Flogga’s grin widened, and to my annoyance, the goblin behind her chuckled as well.
I frowned, narrowing my eyes at them.
Did the two plan this? Seriously, Flogga, it’s too early for pranks.
Flogga held up the bone, still grinning and I asked, my brow twitching.
"Where did you even get this? And why does it look so... fresh?"
"Relax, Totem," she replied casually, like it was no big deal. "I took it from the dead chief’s body. We can use it to make a graveyard at the new base. Just offer it to God Drugar, and a graveyard will form wherever you place it."
Her words sank in, and I blinked.
Oh, so it’s not a prank.
But seriously—taking a bone from your forr leader? Flogga, are you even sane?
I decided not to dwell too much on the grim details.
After all, she clearly did it with the clan’s future in mind
. As unsettling as it was, her willingness to take such a creepy step for the sake of her people was... well, kind of admirable.
Scary, but admirable.
And the graveyard? That was sothing invaluable.
If we could create one at the new base, it would ensure that if any of our clan mbers died, they’d be able to co back.
I couldn’t deny it—this grueso bone held incredible value for the clan.
Still, holding that bloody bone?
Yeah, thanks no thanks.
"Uh... you should hold it instead," I suggested, taking a cautious step back. "I’ll collect it when I need it."
Flogga’s expression shifted almost instantly.
At first, she just narrowed her eyes at , a piercing look that scread judgnt.
Then, as if she’d already written off as hopeless, her face twisted into sothing resembling disdain.
She didn’t even need to say it—I could practically hear her calling pathetic.
She still held up the bone, her gaze soul piercing, and I cracked.
"Fine," I muttered. and reluctantly holding out my hands.
The mont she handed the bone, I snatched it up and imdiately stored it in my inventory. No way was I going to hold that thing any longer than I had to.
As soon as the item vanished into my storage, I frantically wiped my hands on my clothing, trying to erase the phantom feeling of dampness that clung to my skin.
Flogga’s eyes them widened, her expression doing a complete 180.
"Oh! Space magic," she said, her voice filled with awe.
Her eyes sparkled as if I’d just perford the greatest trick in the world. "Young Totem, you keep surprising ."
Space magic?
All I did was use my inventory.
It wasn’t anything flashy or groundbreaking, but if it impressed the old goblin granny, I wasn’t going to argue.
"Also, take this," Flogga said, interrupting my thoughts.
She handed over a blade, its dark, sinister sheen catching my eye.
"Old Chief used it," she explained bluntly. "But he’s dead, so you use it now."
I accepted it without hesitation.
"Thank you," I said, genuinely grateful.
As I held the weapon, I felt its weight—light yet solid, with a faint chill that sent a shiver up my arm. My curiosity took over, and I imdiately activated [Analyze] to see what I was dealing with.
Weapon: Gravefang
Rank: Rare
Type: Curved Blade
Description:
Gravefang is a slightly curved blade forged from black iron found in the depths of a forgotten mine. When used to attack, it inflicts venom upon its target and can terrify enemies when wielded in the dark.
Special Traits:
Venomous Slash: Wounds caused by Gravefang inflict a poison that saps the target’s strength over ti.
Intimidating Aura: The blade whispers in the dark, unnerving enemies who dare to face its wielder.
"Ohh..."
I nodded, genuinely impressed by the weapon’s special traits.
It was a weapon fit for a leader.
"I’ll use it well," I said, my tone firm.
Flogga gave a curt nod, her wrinkled face neutral as she turned and walked away. Watching her retreating figure, a thought struck .
Had her loyalty increased after giving the weapon? Curious, I activated [Analyze] to check.
[Flogga] – Goblin Alchemist | Level: 3
Skill: Potion Making | Loyalty: 51%
"..."
Seriously? Just one?
I sighed, shaking my head.
Winning her over was going to take more effort than I thought.
But my frustration didn’t have ti to settle because I felt soone else’s gaze on .
My eyes flicked to the side, locking onto Narg.
He stiffened like a child caught stealing cookies, quickly averting his gaze.
Narg was a problem—one I couldn’t afford to ignore any longer. With his pitiful loyalty and bruised pride, he was like a ticking ti bomb. I needed to figure out what to do with him before he beca an even bigger threat to my position.
I approached Narg slowly, and he visibly shrank back, refusing to et my gaze.
The tension between us was thick, and it was clear he still hadn’t co to terms with his loss.
"So, Narg," I said, my voice calm but laced with authority, "what are you going to do now? I’m the chief. And I can’t keep soone with loyalty as low as yours. I think it’s best if you leave the clan."
I said leave the clan, but what I really ant was die.
Letting him go wasn’t an option.
There’s nothing more dangerous than a resentful loner with nothing to lose.
If I allowed him to leave, I’d always be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the day he’d co back to stab in the back—or worse, lead others against .
This had to end here.
Narg hesitated, his eyes darting nervously between and the others.
Fear was written all over his face. He didn’t want to leave; maybe he even understood my real intention.
Did he think Flogga had advised to kill him? Perhaps he’d seen her give Gravefang, assuming it was specifically for this mont.
"Leave the clan?" he murmured, his voice trembling.
I gripped the hilt of Gravefang tightly, preparing myself.
The venomous blade would end this quickly.
But then, he continued, his voice desperate and pleading.
"No... Where would I go? I’ll be eaten by a Mooncat before dawn! No goblin survives alone!"
Mooncat?
I froze, caught off guard. That was a new word I hadn’t heard before. What in the world was a Mooncat?
I glanced toward my dictionary Thok for answers. But little runt was busy being bossed around by Flogga, struggling to carry her belongings.
Screw you, Flogga
Thok is supposed to be my underling.
Frustrated, I tilted my head skyward.
Gandalf? You there?
Nothing. Not a word.
The heavens were as silent as ever.
I sighed heavily.
Screw you too Gandalf
Shaking off the disappointnt, I refocused on Narg, who was still trembling in front of .
"Whether you get eaten by a Mooncat or not isn’t my problem," I said, my tone sharp. "So make a choice. Stay and prove your worth or leave."
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