After the one and only God Sofemia of the Sun snatched the power of the Goblin Warrior and left.
The Butler unleashed a fierce assault on the drastically reduced hundred-dimensional Predators.
Not only had a Goblin been killed by an equal rival, but after enduring the Butler’s violent counterattack and the appearance of Sofemia of the Sun, the morale of the Predators had already hit rock bottom.
[What kind of magical territory is the Goblin World…]
[We’ve fallen into humans’ traps.]
[This technology… it’s not behind when compared to humans. We fell for humanity’s ambush perfectly.]
Logically, such conclusions were unavoidable.
The goblins in the Goblin World were no longer ordinary goblins.
Green humans.
In essence, they were essentially just humans of different sizes.
Sofemia of the Sun choosing goblins as her warriors and taking away their power was the final blow.
[Was the conflict between humans and goblins a trick to lure us?]
[What an incredible trap… Designing a trap that wipes out over 90% of a species, it feels like being courteous to fall for it…]
[I won’t forget today’s defeat and humiliation.]
The Predators glared at the Butler, the powerless Goblin Warrior, and the detestable sun in the sky, before opening a portal to their respective dimensions.
Once the external threat disappeared, the Butler, finally able to catch a breath, approached the weakened Goblin Warrior.
“Warrior. Is what the Predators said true?”
“That’s wrong… I… am now… Gob…”
“Is communication impossible? This is a pitiful state.”
The Goblin Warrior muttered to himself, dazed and unable to shake off the shock of being abandoned by the God, like a half-wit.
Looking at that miserable figure, the Butler felt a rare bit of pity for an alien species.
‘Can we even call a goblin a goblin if it’s not driven mad by hunger and greed?’
There are many among humans who are consumed by desires.
If we were to insult such humans by saying they are like goblins, it’s not unusual to start seeing goblins as human-like.
Especially when considering the dimensional invaders, the Predators.
They clearly recognized the Goblin Warrior as ‘human.’
“Get up. Even without the power of God, you are a savior of a world. There are still goblins who look only to you, so what do you intend to do by just sitting there?”
“I have… nothing left, Gob…”
“I can’t just watch this.”
The Butler grabbed the Goblin Warrior by the collar and forcibly lifted him up.
“Open your eyes wide, you brat. Do you not see the mess your world is in?”
Warrior, Butler, Predator.
Powerful beings clashed simultaneously, and the World Domain collided.
With more than ten providences clashing in one world, the aftermath couldn’t possibly be intact.
Gaps opened up.
The earth warped.
Areas of disaster comparable to the undead-ridden Death Field filled the space, daunting enough to count.
Countless so-called ‘Dungeons’ began to proliferate.
Someone needed to reduce the number of these dungeons, and further defeat the boss monsters created to protect the dungeons to destroy their cores and close the dimensional holes.
Otherwise, according to the goblin world’s words, they would slowly be devoured by the dimensional gaps left by the invaders, ultimately reaching the fate of becoming terraformed victims.
“What does it matter if you’ve lost a little function? Was everything you built given by God? If the Dark Princess is your secret weapon, you should at least be able to walk a path you’ve already been on once!”
“Mind your business… Aren’t you just an invader too? Do you feel any pangs of conscience, Gob…?”
“Conscience? Wrong. What I feel is a sense of responsibility. As a protector of a world, you cannot throw away the faith and expectations of the lives you’ve saved. Being a guardian of the world, all that you could have gained should be accepted wholeheartedly. Reality is tough, so to turn a blind eye is childish entitlement!”
The anger the Butler felt wasn’t solely directed at the Goblin Warrior.
It was also a long-standing emotion toward the Director who had abruptly discarded his responsibilities and died.
“By any means necessary, you need to grow stronger. If you’ve lost your power, you have to wring out wisdom to rise again! The dark sovereign of humanity did just that. Even when read and broken, they sought new moves and stood to fight again and again!”
Rising fiercely by any means necessary, they kept their own territory safe.
The Director was undeniably a trashy human, but his determination to protect the world was genuine.
“Stop! Let her go right now!”
“… Warrior? Sofemia is really too much. How foolish she must think humans are to act like that in a place where her kin are present.”
“It’s none of your concern.”
The kindness shown by the human warrior towards the powerless other race warrior.
Did they feel a bond of sympathy? Or did they simply want to care because they felt like they were staring into their own future?
Many thoughts surged, but the Butler swallowed all those questions.
Even disregarding the insights of a collector of mysteries, it was clear.
Acts that provoke the warrior were no different than declaring a war.
“I owe the Dark Princess again this time. I’ll overlook today, but… don’t expect everything to go smoothly when we meet again in the Middle Realm.”
The Butler had a sense of pride and duty.
Even without the power of the warrior, he carried the pride of being the last bastion to protect the Middle Realm.
A sense of duty to block the invasion of a hundred dimensions from the shadows of the world following the Director.
“… Have they left?”
Once the Butler departed, the warrior felt a sense of relief.
The strength of the Butler, who handled numerous mysteries and fought equally with Predators, was immense, detectable even from afar.
Not just simple strength of mystery.
A unique aura burdened by a great mission.
There was something in him that the Goblin Warrior could no longer find.
“Goblin Warrior. Are you okay?”
“You are… that energy… You’re a human warrior, Gob…?”
“Correct.”
An indescribable sadness rose on the face of the Goblin Warrior.
“We are finished, Gob. If even the gods aren’t on our side, there’s no way to survive in this harsh world, Gob…”
“That’s wrong. Humans can survive without gods.”
“You’re only saying that because you haven’t been betrayed yet, Gob…”
The Goblin Warrior’s heartbreak was understandable.
However, not all humans believed in gods.
“There is proof. Evidence that both your goblins and our humans can survive without gods.”
“Show me, Gob.”
“Tito. Come up. The annihilation method against humanity no longer works. The relay and satellites have all been destroyed by the Predators.”
A moment later, a pile of stones began to tremble, and dazzling lights, reminiscent of the sun, suddenly appeared.
Startled, the Goblin Warrior stepped back and turned away, casting a shadow over the ground.
A small, timid shadow that had dug its way up from the stone pile peeked around nervously before spotting the Goblin Warrior and running towards him.
The Goblin Warrior gasped in fright and stumbled backward only to fall to the ground because he couldn’t see properly due to the dazzling light.
As he pressed his hands against the ground, trying to crawl away, the Goblin Warrior was suddenly embraced by the small sun’s owner.
“Let me go, Gob!”
“It’s okay! Mommy’s here!”
“How can a human be the goblin’s mother, Gob!”
Desperately trying to escape from Titosso’s embrace, the Goblin Warrior felt an inexplicable sense of relief and fullness of spirit wrap around his wounded soul.
“This is strange, Gob. I’m sure this is the first time seeing a human…”
“It’s not the first time! When Oknodie became the Night Mentor, I also taught him sometimes!”
Titosso had a personality that neither hid her actions nor did she act modestly.
Excitedly, she unfolded her soul sketchbook to tell how she had drawn beautiful and cute pictures that changed the future of the goblin race.
Despite the incredible nature of her story, the Goblin Warrior found himself unable to deny her words.
The artist who had newly blossomed the souls of the goblins.
Instant gratitude arose toward Titosso, the benefactor who brought civilization, hope, and a future as sentient beings to a race that was previously filled only with darkness.
“If the one true god bestowed power upon you, Titosso has granted you a future. Do you plan to say that her kindness, which allowed you to live like a human instead of a beast, meant nothing?”
Tears flowed from the Goblin Warrior’s eyes.
“That’s not true. Without you, we couldn’t even dream of a human-like life, Gob…!”
“Don’t cry, baby! It’s okay now!”
To Ishtar’s eyes, it seemed like a big baby was taking care of a little baby, but Titosso’s kindness was undoubtedly a comfort to the Goblin Warrior.
After shedding a wave of tears, Titosso smiled and extended her hand toward the now calmed Goblin Warrior.
“Let’s go back together!”
“Go back? Where are you talking about, Gob…?”
“The Middle Realm!”
Ishtar was taken aback.
“Is that really okay? We came to bring the professors back.”
“Technically, we were told to coax them into coming! We made a contract, but the professors don’t seem genuinely intent on cooperating with us, do they? Besides, they don’t necessarily have to do their teaching in the Middle Realm Academy!”
“Are you suggesting that…?”
Titosso smiled brightly.
“If we create a branch of the Gift Academy in the Goblin World, you can become a professor there!”
The tier 1 goblins would return to the Middle Realm with the Goblin Warrior while the professors would stay and diligently teach goblins.
The possibility of returning to the Middle Realm was not entirely extinguished since dimensional gate creation was feasible.
The professors had to prove their willingness to cooperate by wholeheartedly passing on their knowledge and skills to the goblins.
In doing so, they might eventually take the goblins to the Middle Realm!
If they merely showed signs of corruption, they would face the prospect of becoming a native of the Goblin World for life, thus they couldn’t dare to harbor malicious intents. What a capital strategy!
