No strange things are allowed to evolve!

As soon as Bo Ya sat down, the professional aura of being a trainer, which she was very proud of, immediately enveloped her. She instantly became dignified, just like the kind of math teacher in an elementary school office who looks very authoritative with her bare face, oily hair, and thick glasses.

This display is unlike anything I've ever seen with blueberry dip.

It gave him a novel feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

It's like seeing your closest friend acting all serious in front of you.

"What are you laughing at?" Bo Ya frowned in displeasure.

"Sorry, I... I couldn't help it."

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he then put on a serious face and said:

Where to begin?

"Let me introduce some cases to you first. While I'm introducing them, you should write down your current situation in detail so that I can understand your current status."

"Ingredients..." The blueberry dipping sauce couldn't help but say, "My family must be considered landlords."

"Be serious!"

......

Time really flies.

Jiang Shu took a breath of fresh air after removing his helmet and remarked:

"It's like we just met yesterday."

"We just met yesterday."

Jiang Shu's newfound companions in the other world were somewhat speechless:

"Seriously? We just took down the world's most dangerous enemy."

The two stood on the hilltop, watching the dark haze on the dome of the sky gradually dissipate in the gentle breeze.

Even now, the female goblin chieftain still feels like she's dreaming.

When she first saw the man who called himself "human killer" take off his helmet, revealing not a goblin's green face, but a human face, she thought this suddenly appearing man was no different from those evil demons.

They are all curses bestowed upon goblins by gods who lure kind goblins into their carefully designed traps, then imprison female goblins as breeding tools and kill all male goblins.

This must be yet another trap set by cunning humans.

But to my surprise, this man really was as he said: a sincere, kind, virtuous man born in a small country, and full of a sense of justice.

He successfully helped everyone.

They helped the goblin race successfully rise up amidst the rampant slaughter by humans.

He broke down everyone's prejudices and proved his beliefs through his actions.

And the time he used was only one day.

Now, the culprit behind all this, that evil priestess of the human kingdom, is being punished in the cave behind the mountain by the indignant goblin tribe in the same way.

And it was time for this hero to leave.

The female chief was somewhat reluctant to part with her.

However, due to her lack of formal education, she couldn't say anything fancy; she could only express her gratitude to the hero in the simplest language.

"How about leaving a seed before you go?" the female chieftain said, blushing.

Jiang Shu pursed her lips: "Couldn't you have been a little more tactful?"

"Please train with me."

“Hmm…” Jiang Shu was a little surprised: “Didn’t you say that you hate humans the most? I remember you also said that even if we have to cooperate temporarily, don’t expect to thank me afterwards.”

“That’s because…” The female chieftain, overwhelmed with shame, turned her head away, her eyes darting away, “I didn’t understand you back then…”

Jiang Shu gently pinched her pointed ears.

This made the female chief even more embarrassed.

"What's wrong...?"

“It’s impossible,” Jiang Shu sighed. “There’s reproductive isolation.”

"Born inside a paper pigeon?" The female chieftain blinked in confusion. "Born inside me, not inside a paper pigeon."

“It’s reproductive isolation,” Jiang Shu explained. “It’s impossible for you and me to have a child.”

"How could this be?" the female chieftain exclaimed in disbelief. "Those humans, they..."

Jiang Shu waved his hand, interrupting her: "I am different from them. I am not from this world. I am... a messenger of the gods."

Upon hearing this, the female chieftain's eyes dimmed slightly.

She compromised: "Well... it's always okay to do it once, right?"

Jiang Shu shook his head again.

"That's not fair to your future husband."

"As long as you don't say it..."

“He will sense it.” Jiang Shu looked calmly into the distance: “When he realizes there’s nothing there at all.”

The female chieftain was speechless.

"Well then, farewell. I'm off to save other poor souls like you who are living in misery."

Jiang Shu waved to the female chieftain.

A flash of white light, and Jiang Shu disappeared before his eyes.

The female chief opened her mouth as if to speak into thin air.

"Thank you."

She slowly lowered her head.

A figure slowly walked out from behind her.

That was her mother, the previous female chief.

"Has he left?" The old chief sighed with regret.

"Ah."

The female chief nodded, turned her back to the old chief, quietly wiped her eyes, and then turned around with a warm smile.

But just as she was about to speak, she suddenly froze.

"Mother, what's wrong...?"

Although she understands that now that the goblins are no longer threatened, as her mother, the former chieftain, has fulfilled her long-cherished wish and witnessed this day, she is naturally very happy.

But isn't she a little too radiant?

And more importantly, what is she wearing?

"Are you referring to these outfits?"

The old chief lowered his head shyly:

"Human Killer said he liked seeing me wear this. It seems he brought it from the human capital yesterday. He said it was called something like stockings, pleated skirt, or JK uniform."

To be honest, this is definitely much more comfortable to wear than animal skin skirts or anything like that. It seems we can't always be hostile towards humans; they have a lot of wisdom and craftsmanship that we can learn from.

The female chief suddenly felt short of breath, as if something was stuck in her throat: "You wouldn't have already..."

"Oh dear." The old chief covered his face. "Really, to act like this in front of his daughter. But, it's definitely thanks to him that I feel young again."

The female chieftain felt a little dizzy: "No... then Daddy..."

"It's okay, we still don't know who your father is."

That's what they say...

"I wonder if you'll have another younger brother or sister," the old chief said to himself.

The female chief swallowed hard and forced a smile: "Impossible. He said he was a messenger of the gods and wouldn't have children. You saw it yourself, he suddenly disappeared. That's magic that doesn't exist in this world."

"Oh, I see." The old chief suddenly realized, "No wonder he was so bold last night, making me kick that tiger-skin rug to pieces."

"..."

Jiang Shu's appearance was like a shooting star, brilliant but fleeting.

He came to fulfill the wishes of the poor people trapped in the mire, and after fulfilling their wishes, he quietly left, leaving no trace of him in the world ever again.

However, those who have received his help will never forget him.

The goblins erected statues of him, regarding him as a totem and a guardian deity, and carved his likeness onto stone currency, medals, and the chests of the most powerful warriors, just as in the human kingdoms.

It's as if by doing this he can protect the goblin race for generations to come.

Many, many years later, even the original, very weak Goblin tribes have now developed into various powerful groups, scattered throughout the continent.

But on the doors of every household, there is still a portrait that would bring peace of mind even to a newborn child.

They might fight tooth and nail to see who is the strongest goblin clan and who is the strongest warrior in the clan.

Above the Goblin Warriors, Goblin Chieftains, and Goblin Patriarchs, there always exists a supreme and unshakeable Goblin God.

In the most primitive goblin village known as the Land of Origin.

An old goblin is giving a lesson to the children.

"Remember, children, you are the most powerful goblins, bearing the power of the progenitor. Although other races are more powerful than you, and some even possess magic, you have far greater potential."

His aged eyes shone with undisguised pride.

"We are the origin of all things. Those born from us and warm, cheerful human women are Fire Goblins; those born from us and cold, aloof human women are Frost Goblins; those born from us and venomous human women are Dark Goblins; and those born from us and strong, tall women are Rock Goblins..."

He recounted in great detail how the powerful goblins of today originally came to be.

This gives the children a strong sense of belonging and honor.

But just as everyone was immersed in this cultural confidence, a child who usually liked to think suddenly asked, "Chief, Chief, why must we have children with humans? What about the girls in the tribe?"

"Because this is a rule passed down from our ancestors."

The old goblin looked with deep reverence at the original statue behind him, now weathered and covered in moss:

"This is a revelation given to us by the great Goblin God. It means the rebirth of goblins, which is the lifelong pursuit of every goblin."

"So..." the child seemed to understand but not quite, "Just like in the legends, the Goblin God brought back the Priestess, and then we gained unimaginable power?"

“That’s not a legend, child.” The old goblin gently stroked his head. “It’s a true story.”

What is that force?

"I don't know." The old goblin shook his head. "Nobody knows, but what is certain is that the Goblin God must have used some now-lost method to make us strong and confident."

"So nowadays, every goblin chieftain needs that ceremony when he takes office?"

“It seems you have indeed been working hard.” The old goblin was very pleased. “That’s right, Priestess, it’s essential.”

Hearing the chief praise him, the child felt a little embarrassed and then asked curiously, "But what exactly does the ceremony involve? The book doesn't explain it."

"Hmm... well, you've certainly reached the age where you know these things."

The old goblin thought for a moment, then gathered the children together, looking rather mysterious.

The children, whose curiosity was at its peak, all crowded around when they saw this.

The old goblin lowered his voice, as if he were talking about some most core, most important secret.

"The ritual has actually undergone many changes and is no longer in its original form. The secret of the true ritual is a secret passed down orally only known to the guardians of the sacred land of our origin."

Now, I will tell you this secret that we need to protect for generations to come.

"Uh-huh."

"This sentence was left by my great-great ...

"What is it?"

"When I arrived, I thought someone had cooked porridge in a pot. Seeing that it was a mixture of thin and thick porridge, I stirred it with a stick. After taking a sip, they all looked at me with admiration and hailed me as the new king."

"This is..." the children asked, puzzled. "What does it mean?"

"That requires understanding."