Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"Bang!" Several frogs had their heads chopped off, torn in half, skin and entrails still attached, and were thrown into a large pot full of ash.

The water in the pot was bubbling and sizzling, and a goblin with a short tuft of white hair on its head was stirring it back and forth with a thick twig.

Next came several fat, white worms. The goblin grabbed the worms by their hard, black tips and ripped them open, pulling out their yellowish-green internal organs. He then shook the worms a few times and threw them into the pot.

Then there were a few unidentified bird eggs and a handful of wild fruits.

Finally, there were several tubers. The white-haired goblin broke these tubers into small pieces, and without washing the outer skin, threw them into the pot with the soil still on.

The broth in the pot gradually changes color from clear water to yellow, then turns bluish-green after the wild fruits are added, and finally turns green.

As the white-haired goblin continued to stir things up, an indescribable smell wafted out.

Charles sat by the cauldron, looking down at a silver necklace.

Ten days ago, his favorite game had just received a DLC called "Business License," which made him, a veteran player, extremely happy. He immediately made tea, lit cigarettes, and stayed up all night to play it.

Unexpectedly, the very next morning, as soon as Xia Er arrived at the company, he was assigned to give a product presentation to a client, and he hit the jackpot on the way.

When he first transmigrated, his memories told him that the original owner of this body was human, and the son of a baron who was wanted throughout the continent, guilty of treason, and whose entire family had been beheaded.

But when he looked at himself, he didn't look like a human being at all.

Ciel used his slender green fingers to open the cover of the pendant, revealing a portrait of a young girl with shoulder-length blonde hair, red lips, and white teeth.

That's his sister. The two of them are the only ones left in the family. His sister is very beautiful, and he should be good-looking too, but now he's just a green goblin that's only 1.3 meters tall.

What a terrible plot! Is this some kind of "A Song of Ice and Fire: A Goblin's Game"? Driver, thank you so much.

Searching his memory, Ciel was quite certain that the charge of treason was a conspiracy to frame him, but he couldn't confirm who was behind it.

His sister had disappeared without a trace, and it was also strange that he had become a goblin. Unlike his sister, who had a high-level mage as her teacher, he was just an ordinary person who helped his father manage the territory. The other party could obviously kill him directly. Could he be part of some kind of play?

With a snap, Charles closed the lid, took a deep breath, and was instantly overwhelmed by the stench of earthy, meaty, sour, and fecal matter. As the leader, he couldn't go up and kick over the pot of "lunch" that was comparable to a can of herring, so he could only hold his necklace and sit down on a rock a little further away.

"I can't live like this anymore. I need to turn back into a human as soon as possible," Ciel muttered to himself, fanning his hand to dispel the odor.

But turning back into a human is easier said than done. The only solution Ciel could think of was to contact his sister and ask her to find a way to break the transformation curse.

But now he not only has no means of contact, he is also the "prey" of human adventurers.

As a goblin, the forest is full of dangers. They may die from food poisoning, be carried away and bitten by wild beasts, be killed by adventurers, or be killed by other goblins. The world is full of diverse and exciting dangers.

When he first joined, the tribe had nine goblins, but on the very day he joined, adventurers killed three of them, including the leader at the time.

Of the six goblins that survived after fleeing and hiding, a new leader emerged, but this leader also died two days later.

He was killed by a single blow from a demonic beast called the Direclaw Bear, whose body was emanating a faint black aura.

Afterwards, only 4 goblins ran back to the burrow. In the end, Sharl used a set of military boxing to desperately knock down one of them and became the new leader.

Within a few days, it changed hands three times, just like the Blue House – a permanent underground office with ever-changing leaders.

Therefore, Ciel felt that the most urgent thing was to survive, because only by surviving could there be hope.

"It's hard to stay alive." Ciel called up his panel to check.

[Monument Material: Charles Mello]

Race: Goblin (Human)

[Hazard Level: 0.5, Waste]

[Number of subordinates: 3]

【personality:???】

[My own status: Advanced Transformation Curse (Negative), Malnutrition (Negative)]

Title: Gang Leader

"Every time I see the words 'tablet', it makes me feel annoyed." Xia Er smirked; this was an ability he had since transmigrating.

He closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink down, where a towering black obelisk stood in the center of his mind.

The obelisk was entirely black and covered with cracks. There was no inscription, but three oddly shaped letters lit up at the bottom, one bright and two dim.

If you concentrate your consciousness on the letters, you will see the content above. The bright one is the Eye of True Sight, which allows you to see the characteristics of other people or objects. This function is activated when he becomes the leader.

The other two dim letters are "Scythe of Life," which has the effect of stripping an enemy of one of their abilities after defeating them and either granting it to a subordinate or taking it back.

The other is the domain will, which allows one to see the situation in the domain they control.

Both of these are very important abilities. One is used to train subordinates, and the other is the map function. If you can activate it, your chances of survival will definitely be higher.

However, he was still figuring out how to activate Charles. He deduced that it might be related to the number of subordinates under his command, and there should be more letters on the obelisk that were not yet displayed.

Charles opened his eyes and stared at his control panel.

"You call me a piece of trash? You're the piece of trash, your whole family is!" he cursed.

"I am well-versed in astronomy and geography, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and knowledgeable in everything. From Ireland to the Khitan, from Athens to Philadelphia, from Rome to Constantinople, all have been within my sphere of influence."

"I have fought wars with countries around the world, married princesses from various countries, disbanded the illegal organization Shinra, and served as a dog of the Ming Dynasty."

"I have built magnificent cities, personally charged into battle, punched the corrupt, kicked natural disasters, destroyed entire planets, and conquered the entire galaxy."

"You're calling me a piece of trash?"

Although all of this was done in the game.

"Gurgle—" A sound came from my stomach, and hunger struck.

Charles looked up at the large pot of boiling water and his whole body shuddered.

Not only are these goblins easy to kill, but what they eat is even more horrifying.

Furthermore, the goblin race has two major rules. One of them is that after the food is cooked, the first person eats it first, and then all the goblins scramble to eat what's left in the pot.

Regarding this, Charles would say, "I wish I could dismiss myself."

These days he's been roasting the tubers he's dug up in the ashes.

Xia Er didn't know what this tuber was called either. It was a bit thicker than a Chinese yam and tasted a bit like a potato.

After eating unsalted "baked potatoes" for several days in a row, he started experiencing acid reflux and became lethargic due to malnutrition.

"I really wish I could eat something normal, preferably a dozen grilled oysters with minced garlic and ginger, and a few bottles of draft beer, tsk tsk tsk."

Finally, he went to great lengths to train his men to hunt wild boars, and they finally achieved some success.

Charles got up and went to Little John's side, whom he and his men had dragged back. "See if he has any food on him."

After searching for a long time, I found nothing but 30 silver coins.

"You poor wretch, you don't even have anything to eat."

But then I thought, human adventurers can just hunt their own prey in the forest; no one would carry it with them.

Ciel casually brought up the other party's panel.

Name: John Franklin Jr.

Race: Human

[Danger Level: 1, Low-level]

Personality: Cautious

[Title: Future Hero]

"Hmm? A hero? This Nightmare Forest is really interesting. Heroes can grow out of the ground. What is this? A gift from nature?"