You defeated the Troll effortlessly, but excitement eluded you; your strength had long surpassed his. Without the Lake Monster's protection, the Troll wouldn't have survived this long.
In the third year, you diligently cultivated and developed your tribe.
In the fourth year, your level reached a bottleneck again. Lethal Strike advanced to Lv.5, Strong evolved into Steel Body Lv.1, and Combat Instinct climbed to Lv.3. Though still an ordinary Goblin, you stood 2 meters tall, your body robust with skin as hard as steel. Just standing there, you exuded an intimidating presence, impervious to ordinary creatures.
That year, an Elite-level wolf-like creature emerged in the valley, your first encounter with such a formidable being. The wolf wreaked havoc on your tribe, slaughtering Goblins indiscriminately. To stop it, you engaged it in battle—and won. Defeating an Elite-level creature with the body of an ordinary Goblin, you realized your skills were crucial to victory, yet the battle left you near death.
You devoured the wolf's meat, savoring the taste of your first Elite-level prey. Each bite stirred energy within you, hinting that this could be the key to advancing to an Elite-level being: consuming the flesh of Elite creatures.
A day later, having fully digested the wolf meat, you pondered how to acquire more Elite flesh. Remaining in the valley was an option; surely, more Elite creatures would emerge. But you were impatient—That Man would arrive in a few years. Continuing this stable life wouldn't ensure you'd defeat him.
For your sake and your tribe's future, you entrusted Garret with managing the tribe and left the valley to seek Elite creatures beyond.
Three days outside the valley, you encountered a second Elite creature—a Lizardman. Uncertain of its strength, you hid, planning an ambush. But the Lizardman discovered you, forcing a direct confrontation. The Lizardman attacked first, but you countered swiftly. Its claws lightly pierced you, while your wooden club nearly shattered its bones.
Shocked by your strength, the Lizardman fled, and you pursued. Though its attributes surpassed yours, your Steel Body made your endurance superior. Soon you caught up, and the Lizardman, unable to escape, fought desperately. Its eyes bloodshot, its body swelled with danger, but you had no choice but to fight. After a fierce struggle, you killed it, albeit severely injured.
Afterward, you indulged in your victory feast. The Lizardman battle underscored the importance of skills—without Steel Body, victory would have been elusive.
Consuming the Lizardman's flesh, you unexpectedly gained a trace of its bloodline, acquiring the Agile Lv.1 skill. Your speed increased, but injuries lingered. Yet, you managed to escape.
Three days later, you returned to the valley to heal before hunting again.
In the fourth year, continuously devouring Elite flesh, your body began evolving. You achieved one of the most powerful evolutionary paths: Original Evolution, attainable only through Monster meat, exceptional skills, and relentless training.
Evolution was unlike anything you'd imagined—pain-free, filled with refreshing exhilaration. You felt your body improving every second. A day later, your evolution completed.
Now 2.5 meters tall, you evolved into a Big Goblin. Normal Goblins barely reached your knees. You transcended ordinary limitations, your attributes skyrocketing. At evolution's peak, you gained new skills: Swift Lv.1, Slow Regeneration Lv.1, and the talent Small Stomach.
In the fifth year, your strength increased slightly through cultivation.
In the sixth year, under your guidance, Garret advanced to an Elite-level creature.
In the seventh year, an Adventurer Squad invaded your territory. Garret dispatched them effortlessly without your intervention.
In the eighth year, That Man returned. Prepared for his arrival, your strength far surpassed his, yet he excelled at hunting Goblins. Despite being outnumbered and outmatched, he used his weapons to decimate your tribe, including Garret and Gary. Ultimately, you killed That Man, but not without severe injuries and heavy tribe losses.
After the battle, you surveyed your fallen kin, consumed by rage. You unlocked the Berserk Lv.1 skill.
Three days later, awakening weak and alone, you found your tribe annihilated. Though memory failed you, you sensed why. Remorse overwhelmed you.
Mourning for days, you resolved to move forward, leaving the Monster Forest's edge to explore deeper.
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In the sixteenth year, you reached Lv.30, maxing out all skills. Lv.30 seemed an Elite creature bottleneck. Hunting more Elite creatures proved ineffective. You shifted focus to stronger prey.
Venturing deeper into the Monster Forest, you quickly encountered a being beyond Elite-level. You ambushed, seizing initiative, yet the creature's strength exceeded expectations. Even with Berserk, you only managed a mutual demise. You died.
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