Goblin King: My Innate Skill Is OP Chapter 231: Recognition

"Let’s see then... what ideas do you have?" Flogga asked, curiosity tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Hmmm..." I hesitated, already regretting bringing it up. But I’d co this far. No turning back now.

I cleared my throat and started listing.

"The Green Demons... The Green Bastards... Goblin Supremacy... Goblin Universal... The Jade Midgets..."

I trailed off, lowering my voice by the end like saying it softer would sohow make it less ridiculous.

That’s where I stopped.

Flogga stared at .

Not blinked. Not laughed. Just stared.

I raised both hands, palms out. "I know. I know—they’re awful."

"They are," she said without missing a beat, her face perfectly neutral. "But who says the na has to be serious?"

That caught off guard.

"I think ’Jade Midgets’ is rather interesting."

I blinked. Hard.

My eyes widened as I leaned in slightly, trying to read her face. "You’re serious?"

She gave a small shrug, a smirk creeping onto her face.

"Yes, it’s funny," Flogga said with a grin that deepened the creases on her face. "I think anyone who hears it wouldn’t take us seriously—and that would be their mistake. Imagine it: ’The Jade Midgets are here.’ Makes it sound like a joke... right up until we’re wrecking their camp and taking their heads."

I couldn’t help but grin at that.

The na was indeed morable.

"Alright," I said, the smile still on my face. "I’m going to choose it."

Flogga gave a slow, approving nod.

"I’m serious," I added, half-expecting her to backpedal.

She nodded again, unbothered, as if to say Go on then. Do it.

Taking a breath, I brought up the system screen, the translucent interface flickering to life in front of .

[You have t the requirents to establish a permanent settlent.]

[You are now the leader of a settlent.]

[Please select a na for the settlent.]

I stared at the text for a mont, then said clearly, "I’d like to na my clan The Jade Midgets, please."

A beat passed.

Then the system responded:

[Na Registered: The Jade Midgets]

[Would you like to make it official?]

I smiled.

"Yes," I said.

Ding!

[Your clan has been successfully nad: The Jade Midgets]

It was done.

Ding!

[Your clan has been officially recognized]

Yay... recognition.

Though, as I stared at the glowing text, the initial excitent dulled.

Recognition sounded nice—until you realized what it actually ant.

It ant we were on the map now. Registered. Visible. No longer so naless cluster of green-skinned stragglers tucked away in the mountains.

That could be good... or it could be the worst thing to happen to us.

Recognition ant eyes. And eyes ant interest. And in this world, interest rarely ca without bloodshed.

Still, I pushed the thought aside for now. No point in spiraling just yet.

Another notification chid.

Ding!

[You have been granted rewards.]

Oh?

I blinked.

Wait, rewards?

I hadn’t expected that.

I was just naming the damn clan—who knew that ca with perks?

[You have been granted a clan passive buff skill: Clan Unity]

[You have been granted a unique skill: Totem’s Mandate]

Two rewards.

I didn’t waste ti. I opened their descriptions right away.

[Clan Unity I]: All goblins under this clan receive 10% to morale and resist fear-type effects while within territory.

[Totem’s Mandate]: Once per day, you can increase one stat of your goblins by 10% for 5 minutes. You can also issue a command to all clan mbers within range.

I read through them once. Then again.

Huh.

These weren’t just fluff rewards—they were actually useful. Strategic. Designed for real battle application.

Clan Unity being passive made it especially valuable. 10% morale was already solid, but the added resistance to fear-type effects? That was where it shined.

If our territory was invaded—if a stronger foe showed up with so terrifying aura or presence—my goblins wouldn’t crumble or flee. They’d hold.

They’d fight with clear minds and steady hands, even when faced with overwhelming odds.

It wouldn’t help much outside our borders, though. If we were caught on neutral ground or soone else’s turf, that resistance wouldn’t apply.

But within our land?

It ant we had ho-field advantage. And that... was quite nice.

Then there was [Totem Mandate].

The ability to issue a command to all of my goblins at once—now that was sothing I could see becoming incredibly useful, especially during chaotic battles. Coordinated movent, fallback orders, a surprise flank—none of it would require ssengers or shouting across the field. Just one command, and every ear under my banner would hear it.

And the stat boost—10% to any one attribute, once per day, for five minutes. Not groundbreaking, but significant if used at the right mont. A surge of strength before a clash, a burst of speed during a retreat, or increased vitality mid-defense—it could turn the tide if tid well.

Still, I couldn’t help but temper my excitent with a dose of realism.

If I had access to sothing like this... odds were, other clan chiefs did too. Maybe not exactly the sa skills, but similar equivalents. A buff here, a passive there. The system clearly wanted to give leaders tools to manage their people.

So was it special? Maybe not in the grand sche.

Which ant what it always ant—if I wanted an edge, I’d have to build it myself. Stronger goblins. Smarter formations. Better tactics. No shortcut was going to carry us through this.

I dismissed the screen and turned to Flogga, intending to let her know the deed was done.

But she was already back to work.

Now behind the massive pot, freshly secured over the fire, she stirred the thickening contents with a large wooden staff that doubled as her stirring spoon.

Her face was set in that sa focused, no-nonsense expression she wore whenever she was deep in action—this ti deep in a recipe.

I opened my mouth but stopped.

Yeah... not the right ti.

I stepped away from the fire, only to catch sight of...