My inventory is full of monster materials.

After working for more than an hour, Master Ma was carefully examining a slender, dark green hand.

[The nimble goblin's right hand (white)]

Completeness: 96%

[Effect]: Hand speed +15%

[Special]: None

Like admiring a fine work of art, Mark couldn't help but express his admiration.

"It's so beautiful!"

The goblin's right hand disappeared the next moment, and the last piece was assembled.

Mark re-examined the Unreal Panel.

—Equipment Slots (Monsters)—

[Head]: Slippery Goblin Head (White) ------- Fluent in Goblin Language

[Torso]: A robust goblin body (white) ------- Constitution +1, Lust +50%

[Right Hand]: Nimble Goblin Right Hand (White) ------- Hand Speed ​​+15%

[Left Hand]: Nimble Goblin Left Hand (White) ------- Hand Speed ​​+11%

[Right Foot]: Swift Goblin Right Foot (White) ------- Movement Speed ​​+10%

[Left Foot]: Ordinary Goblin Left Foot (White) ------- None

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Just when Mark thought the Goblin Gundam puzzle was over, two more messages appeared on the illusory screen in front of him.

[Detected that the "Right Hand" and "Left Hand" equipment slots have the same category attribute, activating the second set effect: Talent "Dual Hands (White)".]

"Dual-Handed Master (White)": Both hands are equally agile, Agility +2

[Detected that the equipment slots "Head", "Torso", "Right Hand", "Left Hand", "Right Foot", and "Left Foot" share the same racial attribute, activating the six-piece set effect: Talent "Superior Fertility (White)".]

"Super Fertility (White)": Conception rate +100%

"..."

Mark's eyes twitched involuntarily as he looked at the effects of the "Double-Benefit Skillful Hands" and "Super Fertility" sets.

The former is pretty good, but the latter is just speechless.

Lust +50%!

Pregnancy rate +100%!

Isn't this just blatant harem behavior?

No wonder goblins are so rampant in this world; it's probably related to their racial traits.

As for Mark's personal opinion...

He doesn't subscribe to the idea that having many children brings good fortune, nor does he intend to sow his seed and leave a trail of broken hearts.

Anyone who has studied or lived in the United States should know that it is essential to take precautions when traveling abroad.

Otherwise, someday a woman might pop up from who-knows-where with colorful children and sue you for child support.

There are even variety shows that use this as a selling point to stage live paternity tests.

Although Mark is in another world and has lost many of his shackles and constraints, he still retains the traditional Chinese concept deep in his heart: "To give birth and not raise is the sin of the parents; to raise and not teach is the calamity of the parents."

Just then, an extremely angry roar from afar interrupted Mark's thoughts.

"Ah—! Die, you green-skinned scum!"

Almost reflexively, Mark swiftly sidestepped and hid behind a tree trunk, his finger firmly on the trigger of the crossbow, looking like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Mark was deeply shocked at that moment.

Because in just two breaths, he performed a series of movements like a stuntman.

Is this still me?

Could it be due to the effect of "Agility +2"?

However, this was not the time to consider these things. Mark suppressed his doubts and peeked out slightly to observe the dangers outside.

As time passed, the only living thing outside the pile of corpses was the annoying buzzing of flies.

But Mark keenly sensed the direction of the sound, and faintly heard some strange cries and sounds of fighting.

After thinking for a moment, Mark felt there was potential for profit, so he decided to go up and investigate first, and then wait for the right opportunity to act.

……

……

The rugged rock face gleamed with a cold, hard light under the sunlight.

More than twenty goblins shrieked and pushed, wielding wooden clubs, large bones, and stone spears, noisily surrounding the group below the rock wall.

Faced with the surging goblins, the burly, bearded man Henry suddenly raised a steel shield and slammed it forward.

The two goblins that charged at the front were immediately knocked dizzy.

Before they could react, Henry roared and swung his short-handled battle axe with a fierce downward slash.

"Ah—! Die, you green-skinned scum!"

With a tearing sound as the axe blade cut through the air, it cleaved the two goblins in half at the waist, splattering blood and entrails all over the ground.

But the smell of blood only fueled the goblins' ferocity.

They charged madly, trampling over the corpses of their companions.

At that moment, a skinny goblin wielding a rusty short sword cunningly used the blind spot of the shield to bypass the defense, and then stabbed Henry in the unprotected side.

"Be careful!"

The moment the exclamation rang out, the sharp whistling of an arrow swept past.

puff!

An arrow pierced the throat of the short-sword goblin with pinpoint accuracy.

It let out a short "ga" and then collapsed to the ground, its limbs twitching uncontrollably.

Henry glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, then swept his battle axe across the goblin's head, smashing it open as he did so, shouting behind him.

"Thanks, Talia!"

The red-haired woman, Talia, had no time to respond.

She kicked a nearby goblin to the ground, then drew her sword and cleanly sliced ​​off half of its head before it could even get up.

A few drops of dark red blood splattered onto Talia's face, adding a blood-stained ferocity to her brows.

This series of ruthless killings caused the restless goblin horde to hesitate for a moment.

They pushed and shoved, growling, but none of them dared to step forward.

Henry and Talia maintained their triangular formation, like two solid reefs, separating their companions from the green waves behind them.

In the shadow of the rock wall, Felix, a gray-haired youth in bright white armor, leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Blood kept gushing from the seams of his left arm armor, dripping down his fingertips and forming a small pool of bright red blood on the ground.

Emily, a blonde girl wearing a blood-stained priest's robe, was hurriedly placing her hands on the young man's left hand to infuse him with holy light.

……

……

From the bushes twenty or thirty meters away from the battlefield, Mark secretly observed the changing situation.

"Four adventurers and a group of goblins."

On the surface, the balance of power in the battle is gradually tilting in favor of the goblins.

Not only were there more than twenty ordinary goblins on the scene, but there was also a large goblin with a strong body holding a tower shield, and a goblin shaman with pale blue skin sitting on a chair.

Mark had never been to the adventurers' guild in town and was unaware of the monsters' actual combat strength.

But from the boasts of the drunkards in the tavern, Mark roughly understood the distribution of strength among the goblin race.

An ordinary goblin is roughly as strong as a stray dog ​​on the roadside, and a single peasant woman (who won't be scared away) can handle it with a pitchfork.

But the big goblins, with their exceptional size and strength, are different.

It is a common mutated and enhanced individual among goblins, and its combat strength is stronger than some veteran adventurers.

Goblin shamans are even less common.

It is said that this is a wise man among the goblin tribe, born with the ability to cast spells, and whose destructive power is comparable to that of an elite adventurer.

In contrast, the four adventurers were trapped.

Only the burly warrior and the red-haired ranger woman are still able to fight. The knight, who seems to be the strongest, is already injured, and the little priestess can be ignored.

Given the stark disparity in combat strength, coupled with the goblin's nature, Mark could almost foresee the tragic fate of the four.

Should we make a move?

Mark faces a crucial decision.

There are really only two problems.

Will we win? Is it worth it?

Firstly, the drawstring tension of the arm-drawn light crossbow is 30kg-40kg, and its effective killing range is 100 meters.

Given Mark's archery skills, if he can strike first and kill the goblin shaman, the goblin horde will definitely be thrown into chaos.

If the adventurers cooperate with Mark to launch a pincer attack on the goblins, they might be able to turn the tide of the battle and achieve victory.

However, if Mark makes a move, the adventurers take the opportunity to break through and escape.

So Mark, whose position has been exposed, will have to bear the wrath of the goblins alone...

This is basically gambling with human nature.

"Sorry, I'm not that noble."

After silently apologizing in his heart, Mark prepared to leave quietly.

But then a strange chanting melody came from the battlefield.

A puzzled Mark stopped and looked over.

He instantly saw something that changed his mind.

Mark drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and peered greedily through the crosshairs at the goblin shaman, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"I'm the hero today!"