I didn't intend to destroy the world.

So this is what it means to call each other brothers?

Levitt put down the bag, tilted his head slightly towards the rotten knife, and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

His words were firm and resolute, and the rotten knife, unfazed by the stab, calmly stated, "I need medicine for humans; there are simply too many wounded."

As he spoke, Rotten Knife's eyes fell on Levitt's waist, where the healing potion was located.

It seems that even if they don't consider me a brother, there's no malice between us for now.

Levitt thought to himself, pointing to the goblins' ears, "I'm afraid we won't have enough healing potions, and we might not even be able to buy them for a penny."

"Why?" Rotten Knife frowned. It had sent its own kind to collect the ears of the enemy tribe. The wounded were in bad shape, and it had almost cut off its own ears to make up the numbers.

Levitt then explained the Adventurers' Guild's paperwork to Rotten Knife, saying there was a chance that if he registered tonight, they would find fault with him when he delivered the documents tomorrow, potentially resulting in him not receiving a single penny.

"Damn humans, they actually enslave their own kind." Upon hearing this, Rotten Knife seemed to have learned something new.

Upon hearing this, Levitt looked a little embarrassed, but it was the truth.

He wanted to say that you goblins aren't much better, but then he thought better of it; there was no need to argue.

Rotten Knife told him that the reason the goblins on both sides were fighting was that the goblin rider named Burning Blood wanted to steal Old Scar's blessing.

Levitt suddenly felt that the Monster Forest might be about to start raising venomous insects.

The Forest of Monsters is one of the largest goblin habitats on the continent, home to countless goblins. The so-called Goblin God seems to be generous with his blessings, and almost every few goblin tribes will have someone with exceptional talent who receives a blessing.

Perhaps, in the near future, Levitt will witness a warlord war among goblins.

What? Faced with the Empire's systematic extermination of adventurers, the goblins chose to settle internal strife first?

"I'm so curious, how do you snatch the blessings? And what happens after you collect all the blessings?" Levitt's baby's curiosity was piqued again.

He had gained a little more knowledge from Old Scar's description, and he would be happy to see other goblin blessings or something even bigger with his own eyes.

When asked this question by Levitt, Old Scar and Rotten Knife were both somewhat bewildered. They seemed to have never thought about it before and were completely unaware of the answer.

Old Scar's thoughts drifted slightly, his dim old eyes seeming to be in a daze.

After a moment's thought, Lan Dao said seriously to Li Weite, "Blessing has never been the point."

Blessing is a sword that the gods give to goblins on the verge of destruction.

It's obvious that lighting a fire is wrong; all it cares about is bestowing blessings and itself.

The correct approach is to make good use of this power; it is a responsibility bestowed upon us by heaven.

At this time, the goblins on the continent are suffering terribly. We should work together to resist the extermination by various races, protect our homes, females and cubs, and avoid the extinction of the goblins.

If I could, I would unite the goblins of the Monster Forest and even the entire continent, and establish a kingdom where goblins can live without worry.

The words of the rotten knife surprised Levitt greatly.

"If you really succeed, perhaps the gods will appear and bless you?" The scar on the old man's face twisted, as if he were laughing.

"A god appearing?" Levitt's eyes lit up. "Can we really see a god with our own eyes?"

"It's also possible that the gods didn't appear that late."

"Blessing is essentially a selection process; the best will surely receive God's grace," Old Scar replied.

"Hmm..." Levitt listened more attentively than Rotten Knife, his mind already pondering some interesting ideas.

Then another goblin came into the passageway, carrying a bag filled with things that goblins thought were valuable.

"Levitt, there's more here." Rotten Knife laid out a pile of junk in front of Levitt. "If possible, could you help me buy some more weapons and armor?"

When Levitt saw these items, he shook his head and picked out only a small number of coins. "These things probably won't fetch a good price in the town of Zendar."

Rotten Knife's expression instantly turned dejected.

"However, I have an idea." Levitt leaned forward slightly and asked, "Do you know where the other blessed goblins are hiding?"

"I didn't know before, but this time, judging from the direction of their attack, I was able to find their lair in a little while," Rotten Knife replied.

"How long does 'a little bit of time' mean?"

After thinking about the wounded, Rotten Knife replied, "Tomorrow night."

"How about I take care of the burning blood for you?" Levitt suddenly said something that left the two goblins completely astonished.

Levitt was incredibly powerful; he seemed like a completely different person overnight. Although the goblins created by Burning Fire using the Blessing of Reproduction were extremely weak, their sheer numbers made them formidable. Levitt would likely have no chance of winning if he went alone.

"Don't let yourself get carried away," Rotten Knife kindly reminded him.

"Do you remember the adventurer group that attacked you that day?" Levitt helped Rotten Knife recall briefly.

In the mind of the rotten knife, an incredibly heavy greatsword immediately appeared, along with humans each possessing unique abilities.

"They are hunting a special goblin, which is you. However, in their eyes, you are probably similar to Burning Blood. If you can find out Burning Blood's location, I can lead that adventure group to wipe him out."

The candlelight flickered on the stone table, casting a sinister and terrifying light on Levitt's face. His voice was even more sinister than the occasional breeze blowing through the passageway.

Rotten Knife suddenly felt a sense of fear. If a certain detail had prevented Levitt from developing a good impression and trust in it, and if he had made even one wrong step, perhaps it would have been his own gang that was wiped out by now.

However... fortunately, I did a good job.

"So, is there anything I can help you with?" Rotten Knife returned the question to Levitt.

"In the short term, it's all about money. I hope you can give me a portion of the treasure that Burning Blood and the others have hidden. As for the long term..." Levitt stared intently into Rotten Knife's eyes, a glint of light flashing in his eyes that shocked the goblins.

"I want to see, I really want to see, I really want to see it with my own eyes and broaden my horizons! I want to see what the gods look like?"

Not only that, I also want to see all the goblins' blessings, I want them all!

I just want to broaden my horizons! That's all! So what, so what!" Levitt grabbed the shoulder of the rotten knife, his expression utterly sincere.

After a long pause, Lan Dao finally managed to stammer out, "You...you are truly extraordinary."

"Have you ever used magic?" Suddenly, Old Scar stared at Levitt with a very strange look in his eyes.

It's unclear how Old Scar discovered it, but Levitt didn't lie, revealing that he needed to expend his life force to cast the spell.

Upon hearing this, Old Scar said something that surprised Levitt:

"In a sense, you can cast spells without being restricted by the Goddess of Threads."

You are a magic thief.