And honestly, I couldn’t bla her.
From their perspective, I’d been sitting here talking to thin air like a lunatic, while the ember fox just stared at in silence.
To them, it probably looked like I was losing my mind.
Why didn’t I just reply to her telepathically? That would’ve spared the spectacle.
But then again... if I’d sat here glaring at the fox in total silence, everyone would’ve thought we were locked in so bizarre staring contest. Not exactly reassuring either.
Wouldn’t make look any less crazy.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "It’s alright," I said, raising my voice so they all could hear. "You guys can carry on with your activities. I’ll et up with you soon."
The clan exchanged uneasy glances, but one by one they began to file out of the cave. Their footsteps faded slowly into the distance, leaving behind only the quiet drip of water from the stone walls... and the fox, whose golden eyes hadn’t left for a second.
anwhile, Zarah lingered at the edge of the group, her arms crossed and her expression carved from stone.
"You said you were going to take us hunting," she reminded , her tone sharper than usual, like she was testing whether I’d forgotten.
"That’s right..." I muttered. "What’s the ti?"
Out of habit, I glanced down at my wrist. What stared back at was not the familiar curve of a watch, but a small, green, goblin hand.
Oh. Right. How could I forget? I was a goblin. Idiot.
I cleared my throat, hoping no one caught the awkward pause. "I’ll et up with you all soon. Don’t worry."
Zarah’s eyes lingered on for a long mont, unreadable, before sliding over to the fox. Her gaze hardened instantly, and though she said nothing, her disdain was clear enough. She turned away a second later, shoulders stiff, disappearing with the rest of the clan.
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she didn’t like the fox’s presence one bit. Not that I could bla her.
The silence that followed was broken by the fox’s voice, brushing casually into my mind.
"Is she your mate?"
I blinked, nearly choking on my own spit.
"No, she is not."
The fox tilted her head, tails swaying lazily.
"Why not? She seems to fancy you."
My brow furrowed. "And how exactly would you know that?"
"Anyone with eyes would see it."
"Is that so?" I muttered under my breath, though the words ca out more uneasy than dismissive. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t noticed before. What had almost happened between Zarah and at the pond was still fresh in my mind.
But hearing it spelled out so bluntly—like it was obvious to anyone who looked—made my skin prickle.
The fox flicked her ears and added with a smug edge, "Hmm... I thought you weren’t like other goblins, but it seems the attribute of idiocy exists in you after all."
I glared at her, heat flashing behind my eyes, but she didn’t so much as flinch. Not a twitch. Just sat there, perfectly calm, as though my anger were nothing more than a passing breeze.
The fight drained out of with a long sigh. I wasn’t going to win this back-and-forth, not with her. My mind was too cluttered, too heavy with unanswered questions, and I needed sothing solid to focus on.
So I did the only thing that ever gave a sense of control.
I called up my status window.
[Status Window]
Na: Eli Cross
Race: Goblin
Title: Drugar’s Chosen
Class: None
Level: 29
HP: 1214/1214
MP: 651/651
Kill Count: 3
[Stats]
Strength: 54 10
Stamina: 66 10
Agility: 47 10
Intelligence: 39 10
Perception: 34 10
(Available Points: 0)
My eyes widened. What in the hell...?
Every one of my stats had jumped, not by a point or two, but by a clean 10 across the board.
I stared at the glowing numbers, my pulse quickening. That kind of leap wasn’t small. It would take several kills and level up to gain these kinds of numbers.
But here they were?
The only reason I could think of as to why I had suddenly gained this number of stats.
"Hm. Little fox," I muttered aloud, my eyes still locked on the window.
"My na is Ariel," she corrected flatly.
"Fine. Ariel, then." I swallowed, dragging my gaze away from the glowing screen. "What exactly did your mother do to ?"
"She healed you and made you a little strong."
"Little?" I sputtered, nearly choking on the word. " 10 to each stat is considered little? Of course it is."
Ariel just looked at with that infuriatingly calm expression, as if numbers that would take weeks—months—to grind out were nothing more than pocket change.
I exhaled slowly, forcing down the irritation. Fine. Maybe to her it was little. To , though, it was huge.
But the more I thought about it, the more the cost lood over .
The process of receiving those stats hadn’t been so gentle blessing—it had been agony, like being torn apart and rebuilt from the inside out. Even now, the mory made shudder.
It was a gift, sure... but one that ca with chains attached.
Because in exchange for this boost, I’d beco her unwilling babysitter. Bound to her life, forced to treat her survival as carefully as I treated my own. If she stumbled, I stumbled. If she died, I died.
That was more than troubleso—it was a curse dressed up as a blessing.
Still, there was no undoing it now.
And honestly? I had bigger things to worry about.
Now ca the main event.
The reason I’d risked everything—the hunts, the blood, the fights that had nearly killed a dozen tis over.
Reaching level 25.
The chance to earn a class. To evolve.
The threshold that would define my path of power,
A soft chi echoed in my mind, and glowing text filled my vision:
[Evolution path now available]
My chest tightened.
This was it.
I opened the panel with trembling hands, my heart pounding in my ears, and the list of options unfolded before .
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