The simulation ended with an overall rating of 281.
As an ordinary Goblin, you had the potential to lead your tribe to greatness, yet you became a tyrant who led to its downfall. As a Transmigrator, your success was limited.
Please choose a reward from the following:
1. Level up by one. Costs 10 points. Can be selected repeatedly.
2. Critical Strike level increases by one. Costs 10 points. Afterwards, spend another 50 points to obtain Lethal Strike.
3. Obtain skill Swiftness Lv.1. Costs 80 points.
4. Obtain skill Slow Regeneration Lv.1. Costs 80 points.
5. Obtain talent Small Stomach. Costs 50 points.
6. Obtain skill Berserk. Costs 300 points.
Upon seeing these options, Gobulo felt frustrated.
"System, how am I supposed to afford Berserk? I only have 281 points, not 300!"
Option Seven: Obtain Original Evolution. Costs 5000 points. Note: After purchasing, evolution will automatically unlock at level 20.
Gobulo was taken aback. While he desired Original Evolution, it was far beyond his reach. The System's hidden options seemed intended to motivate him.
'Maybe I was too harsh on the System,' he thought, and proceeded to make his purchases.
"System, upgrade Critical Strike to Lethal Strike, and also purchase Swiftness, Small Stomach, and Slow Regeneration. Finally, use the remaining 10 points to increase my level."
With 281 points, only one remained—just enough for a talent draw, though the latest talent was too minor to mention.
Upon receiving the System's rewards, Gobulo's body underwent dramatic changes. Muscles rippled beneath his skin, causing intense discomfort that gradually subsided. As his physique transformed, he grew more muscular and reached four-heads-tall. Though more aesthetically pleasing, Gobulo still avoided mirrors, vowing not to look until he became a high-level, handsome Goblin.
With this newfound strength, Gobulo knew he now surpassed the Troll. He wondered if he could replace the Troll in feeding the Lake Monster, sparing himself its wrath.
Once this idea took hold, it lingered. Gobulo decided to test it in the next simulation.
"System, how many first-order magic crystals are required for the next simulation?"
"The next simulation requires forty first-order magic crystals."
'Forty crystals,' Gobulo mused. 'Not too many. I should gather them quickly with my current strength.'
Yet, with magical beasts scarce in the valley, amassing crystals remained challenging. Leaving the valley crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. Stability and secrecy were paramount in the real world.
Moreover, another source of crystals lay within reach—the Troll's cave. Despite offering monthly tributes to the Lake Monster, the cave held numerous crystals, gathered by his tribesmen. Gobulo couldn't let the Troll squander them.
A bold plan formed: subdue the Troll and claim his crystals. The Troll could hunt for future tributes. Gobulo believed the Troll could easily hunt several magical beasts daily.
With this resolve, Gobulo headed for the Troll's cave. The Troll slumbered deeply, oblivious to Gobulo's presence.
Originally intending to beat the Troll and steal the crystals, Gobulo paused at the sight of the sleeping Troll. He approached the crystal pile but hesitated, then turned to the Troll.
Making some noise, he awoke the Troll. Startled, the Troll saw a large palm before him. The slap landed with a resounding smack, turning the Troll's head.
Stunned by the unexpected blow, the Troll hesitated, but Gobulo's Lethal Strike-infused kick landed squarely on his chest. Pain radiated through him as Gobulo's hand grasped his throat.
"Move again and I'll snap your neck."
Gobulo's cold words and menacing aura cowed the Troll. Knowing he was outmatched, the Troll refrained from resisting, staring at Gobulo fearfully.
Seeing the Troll subdued, Gobulo was satisfied. The Troll's strength was only around level eight or nine, his height a mere 1.89 meters—a dwarf among Trolls. Likely a common template, his laziness ensured low skill levels.
Gobulo declared, "From today, I am the tribe's leader. You will hunt magical beasts with me every day. Understand?"
"Understood, understood." The Troll complied.
"From now on, hunt at least five magical beasts daily. Do what you want with the meat, but all magic crystals come to me. Understand?"
When the Troll hesitated to answer, Gobulo asked, "What, you're not satisfied?"
"No, no, it's just…"
"Just what?"
"How many is five?" the Troll asked cautiously.
Gobulo nearly fainted at the question.