《Goblin Total War: A Mount & Slaughter System Odyssey*》 1. The Forest of Monsters The Forest of Monsters In a goblin tribe that resembled a garbage dump, hundreds of ugly, half-sized goblins gathered in a circle, their greedy eyes fixed on a freshly caught wild boar in the center. Their stomachs growled with hunger, but none dared to rush forward¡ªbecause standing beside the boar was the towering figure of their chieftain. This goblin chieftain was nearly as tall as a human, a veritable giant compared to his one-meter-tall kin. Not only was he tall, but he was also grotesquely obese, his belly swollen with fat¡ªa prime candidate for high blood pressure, cholesterol, and diabetes. "Burp!" After tearing into the boar and devouring half of it, the chieftain let out a satisfied belch, wobbled to the tribe¡¯s only structure¡ªa shabby thatched hut¡ªand collapsed inside. The moment his thunderous snoring began, it was like a dinner bell ringing. Without their leader¡¯s oppressive presence, the starving goblins lunged at the remaining half of the boar, ripping it apart in a frenzy. Soon, nothing was left but a bare skeleton. The goblins, now full, scattered and sprawled wherever they pleased, embodying the philosophy of "eat today, worry about tomorrow later." Only when the adults were asleep did the goblin infants crawl out from their hiding spots, desperately licking the mud-stained traces of blood left behind. "This is bullshit. I need to find a way out!" One particular goblin infant watched his kin gnawing at dirt and felt a surge of frustration. His name was Li Qinwu¡ªa transmigrator from Earth. A week ago, he had been an avid Mount & Blade player, on the verge of conquering the game¡¯s world, when he suddenly dropped dead from exhaustion¡ only to wake up in this fantasy world as a goblin. At first, Li Qinwu was in denial. His despair only deepened when he realized the adult goblins treated their young like trash, abandoning them in the weeds without a second thought. In this untamed wilderness, survival was hard enough for a grown man¡ªlet alone a defenseless goblin infant. Just as he was about to give up and hope for a quick death, the very Mount & Blade system that had killed him appeared in this world¡ªalong with three free attribute points. Li Qinwu immediately dumped all three into **Vigor**, a stat that boosted his proficiency with one-handed, two-handed, and polearm weapons¡ªand, as the name implied, his overall vitality. This allowed him to survive the most vulnerable stage of goblin infancy. For days, he hid in the undergrowth, surviving on nothing but grass. He observed the tribe closely and noticed something disturbing: while the adults occasionally brought back prey, not a single scrap was spared for the infants. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Even worse¡ªthere were no female goblins in the tribe. "Then where the hell did I come from?" His question was answered when he saw the hunting party return with live female animals. The implications horrified him. But the real nightmare came when, one day, the hunters returned empty-handed¡ªand turned on their own kind. The weakest goblin infants were the first to be eaten. That was when Li Qinwu understood: Goblins were monsters without kinship or loyalty. If he wanted to live, he could rely on no one but himself. Now, on his 14th day in this world, Li Qinwu had grown rapidly¡ªgoblin maturation was frighteningly fast. He could finally stand and walk. Staring at the boar¡¯s skeleton, he picked up a rock and methodically smashed the tusks free. "If I sharpen these, I can make four daggers. And if I find a good branch¡ maybe even a spear." His stomach growled violently, a sharp pang of hunger twisting his gut. "Damn it! I¡¯m starving!" Goblins burned through energy at an alarming rate, and grass alone wasn¡¯t cutting it. "Eat first, then make weapons. After that¡ maybe I can hunt something." Just as he was about to leave, his eyes locked onto the boar¡¯s intact leg bone. "Marrow. There¡¯s still marrow inside!" He smashed the joint with a rock, freeing the leg bone, and dragged it into the forest. None of the adult goblins cared¡ªbones were inedible, after all. But a few starving infants had been watching. And where there was food, they would follow. Unaware of his pursuers, Li Qinwu only wanted to get far enough away to build a fire. The tribe ate everything raw, and he feared drawing attention if they saw him cooking. Plus, if they realized bones held edible marrow, he¡¯d lose his only chance. The leg bone was too tough to crack open by force¡ªhe needed fire to weaken it first. Exhausted and dizzy from low blood sugar, he finally reached a secluded valley. The wind carried the scent away from the tribe, reducing the risk of discovery. Collapsing to the ground, he forced himself to chew more grass, fighting off the lightheadedness. "Hold on, Li Qinwu. Roasted marrow is coming!" Gathering dry branches, he built a small fire pit. Using stolen rope, he crafted a simple bow drill¡ªa trick he¡¯d learned from survival shows. As he worked, a notification flashed in his mind: [+1 Smithing XP] "Huh? Smithing?" Opening his Mount & Blade skill panel, he saw his Smithing skill had increased from 0 to 1. "Just making a bow drill gives XP?" In the game, smithing required using a town¡¯s forge to craft weapons. But here, the system had adapted. His skill tree now included options like Mithril Alloy Crafting and Weapon Enchantment¡ªfeatures absent in the original game. A spark of excitement ignited in him. "If smithing works¡ does that mean troop recruitment does too?" In Mount & Blade, players could recruit soldiers from villages and towns. If he could figure out how to do that here, he might actually stand a chance in this world. "Heh¡ from today onward, I swear¡ªno more grass! Meat, every damn meal!"* With a crazed grin, he lit the fire and placed the leg bone over the flames. Soon, the scent of roasting marrow filled the air, making his stomach clench painfully. The primal urge to devour it nearly overwhelmed him, but he forced himself to wait. Instead, he picked up the four boar tusks and began grinding them against a rock, shaping crude blades. He then split the end of a sturdy branch, wedged a tusk inside, and bound it tightly with rope. [+1 Smithing XP] [Crude Spear Crafted] He hefted the flimsy weapon. It was better than nothing, but leveling smithing would take forever at this rate. The first perk required **25 XP**¡ªhow many spears would he have to make? Returning to the fire, he pulled out the now-brittle leg bone and smashed it against a rock. It split open, revealing rich, fatty marrow. Li Qinwu¡¯s eyes turned bloodshot. "I! AM! A CARNIVORE!" He dove in, slurping up the life-saving nutrients. After two weeks of grass, the taste of animal fat was euphoric. Just as he reached for the second half of the bone¡ª Crack. A twig snapped. Li Qinwu¡¯s head snapped up. Eight half-grown goblins emerged from the bushes, their green eyes gleaming with hunger¡ªfixed directly on the marrow in his hands. 2.Conflict Hey, Grass-Eater! What¡¯s that in your hand? Smells damn good¡ªgimme it!" The speaker was the largest of the goblin whelps, standing at 0.8 meters tall¡ªnearly an adult by goblin standards, and the strongest of the bunch. Li Qinwu¡¯s grip tightened around his crude spear as he took a subtle step back. Eight goblin whelps surrounded him. Though they were juveniles, Li Qinwu¡ªarmed only with a simple spear¡ªwasn¡¯t much stronger. The odds weren¡¯t in his favor. As for the nickname Grass-Eater? It stuck after they¡¯d caught him gnawing on weeds to survive. Goblins named things plainly: there were Dirt-Gulpers, Shit-Munchers, Gob-Brawny, Gob-Scrawny¡ Li Qinwu retreated another step; the whelps advanced. Their greedy stares told him fleeing was impossible. Yet surrendering the roasted pig femur in his hand meant returning to a life of chewing grass¡ªno. His mind raced, and resolve hardened. "Fine. Have it." He forced a grin and tossed the bone onto the ground between them. "We¡¯re kin, right? Should share the good stuff!" The femur cracked against the dirt, leaking traces of seared marrow. The scent of charred fat and protein vaporized the goblins¡¯ sanity. They lunged in a frenzy¡ª Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Now! Li Qinwu struck. A stone hurled from his left hand smashed into one whelp¡¯s skull, dropping it with a shriek. His spear thrust forward, piercing another¡¯s gut. "Aaaagh¡ª!" The imp collapsed, writhing. He yanked the spear free and stabbed a third. Only then did the pack notice. They scrambled back, but Li Qinwu kicked one stumbling laggard flat, driving his spear through its spine. A final screech¡ªhe didn¡¯t wait to confirm the kill, backpedaling to regain distance. Dizziness washed over him. Had he not gulped half the marrow earlier, he¡¯d have collapsed. Four foes remained. Even with a spear, getting surrounded meant death. He steadied his breath, eyes locked on the survivors. Fear flickered in their gaze¡ªhalf their pack butchered in seconds. Yet the marrow¡¯s aroma overpowered their instinct to flee. Hunger trumped survival. Clutching rocks and sticks, the four edged toward the femur again, watching Li Qinwu warily. His frown deepened. Risking death over a bone? Maybe retreat¡ª Ding. Ding. Ding. Three system chimes rang in his ears: [You killed a Goblin Whelp. EXP +1.] [You killed a Goblin Whelp. EXP +1.] [You killed a Goblin Whelp. EXP +1.] Li Qinwu blinked. With a thought, he summoned his Mount & Blade II-style interface: --- Name: Li Qinwu Race: Goblin (Whelp) Title:Grass-Eater ¨C Surviving on weeds earned you notoriety. Effect:Your stomach can extract trace nutrients from grass, but it¡¯s a mark of shame. -10 Charm vs. Goblins. Level: 0 EXP: 3/7 Magic: 0 Affinity: Dark Deity: Primordial Goblin Pantheon Attributes: - Vigor 3 (1H: 0 | 2H: 0 | Polearm: 2) - Control 0 (Bow: 0 | Crossbow: 0 | Throwing: 1) - Endurance 0 (Riding: 0 | Athletics: 18 | Smithing: 2) - Cunning 0 (Scouting: 11 | Tactics: 0 | Rogue: 0) - Social 0 (Charm: 0 | Leadership: 0 | Trade: 0 | Prayer: 0) - Intellect 0 (Stewardship: 0 | Medicine: 0 | Engineering: 0 | Magic: 0) Unspent: 0 Attribute Points | 0 Skill Points --- Three kills. Three EXP. Four more whelps equaled a level-up¡ªand with it, stat points to grow stronger. Vigor meant raw power; Polearm skill would unlock deadly techniques. His gaze locked onto the remaining four. A cruel smile twisted his lips. This world¡¯s brutal. I¡¯ll claw strength from any chance. Four foes. Four points. They¡¯d chosen death the moment they eyed his bone. 3.Serve the glorious resurgence of the Goblin race!" "My dear goblin brethren! Must we fight to the death? Let¡¯s make peace¡ªwe¡¯re all pups from the same litter!" Li Qinwu circled cautiously, spear raised, taunting them even as he adjusted his stance. Goblins were low-tier monsters, but their intelligence wasn¡¯t negligible. Seeing his poised spear, they recognized his aggression and closed in with their own weapons. The tallest whelp, their de facto leader, bellowed: "Kill him! We split the meat!" He clutched a rock in one hand and a stick in the other¡ªmimicking Li Qinwu¡¯s tactics. Goblins learned fast. But beasts are still beasts. None could match the cunning of a human soul. Li Qinwu suddenly pointed behind them, eyes wide with feigned terror: "Ch-Chief! You¡¯re here?!" The word "Chief" sent ice down their spines. The goblin chief¡ªa hulking, gluttonous nightmare¡ªdevoured underperforming hunters. To these whelps, he was both ruler and looming dinner. The leader whirled around. "Wha¡ª? There¡¯s no one¡ªOh shit." His innate slyness screamed trap, but too late. Li Qinwu¡¯s spear rammed into his gut. "GYAAAAAH!" Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. The whelp crumpled, shrieking, snot and tears streaming as he clutched the embedded spear. Li Qinwu yanked¡ªno give. The dying goblin¡¯s grip was iron. Rocks pelted Li Qinwu¡¯s back as the others realized the ruse. Bruises bloomed, but he snarled: "Fuck this!" Instead of retrieving the spear, he shoved it deeper, twisting. "GLRK¡ª!" The goblin spasmed, pinned to the dirt. A final wrench¡ªschlik¡ªthe spear tore free, its tip gone. Just a splintered stick remained. "¡Well, *shit." The three survivors hesitated. Li Qinwu backpedaled, switching tactics: "Family! Must we spill more blood? Look¡ªplenty of ¡®food¡¯ already lies here!" Two goblins paused. Logical. But the third, frothing with rage, charged¡ª "DIE, GRASS-EATER!" Li Qinwu¡¯s foot kicked dirt into the attacker¡¯s eyes. "AGH¡ª!" A downward swing of his stick¡ªCRACK¡ªthe goblin¡¯s skull dented as it toppled like a felled tree. [Goblin Whelp slain. EXP +1.] The effort drained him. Vision swimming, he collapsed. This is it, he thought, awaiting the coup de grace¡ ¡Yet nothing came. After ten minutes, he stirred. The last two had *fled. "Pathetic." Li Qinwu spat. Had they attacked together, he¡¯d be dead. But goblins were cowardly, disorganized¡ªeasy prey. Yet danger remained. "If they tell the tribe I can make fire¡" The chief wouldn¡¯t recruit him¡ªhe¡¯d eat him, believing devouring smart flesh granted wisdom. Gulping marrow from the femur, he grabbed a spare boar tusk and stalked their trail. Starvation would cripple them soon enough. Sure enough, 500 meters away, two goblins twitched in hypoglycemic stupors. A quick stab each¡ª [EXP +3. Level Up!] [Lv. 0 ¡ú 1. Attribute Point +1. Skill Point +1.] He dumped the point into Vigor (3¡ú4). Instantly, strength surged¡ªhis dizziness faded, his frame thickened, his height inched to 0.9m. Adult goblin-tier now. For his Skill Point, he bypassed Polearms (his broken spear¡¯s category) and chose Athletics (Run Speed). Survival first. Returning to the battlefield, he bound the sole survivor¡ªthe one knocked out by his initial rock. [Victory!] - Kills: 7 | Captives: 1 - Loot: Grain x2, Goblin Ears x3, Rock x1 - Denars: 23 The grain (10kg total) thrilled him¡ªa month¡¯s rations! Storage worked like the game: items took one slot regardless of size (6/30 capacity). Next, Recruitment. His Party Screen (1/20) allowed troops. In Mount & Blade, even peasants charged knights fearlessly. He needed bodies¡ªfast. Villages recruited with Denars, but prisoners offered another option. Li Qinwu smirked at his captive, delivering a sharp slap to wake it. The whelp blinked dizzily as Li Qinwu cupped its pustuled chin, gazing into its jaundiced eyes with theatrical warmth: "Oh, dearest kin¡ Join my warband. Together, we¡¯ll herald the Grand Goblin Renaissance!" 4.Recruit Soldiers "Join me..." "Aaaah!!" "Become my..." "Aaaah!!" "Soldier..." "Aaaah!!" Li Qinwu''s face darkened. This idiot was completely unresponsive, just screaming nonsense. "SHUT UP!!" His roar instantly silenced the goblin. Satisfied, he was about to lay out his recruitment terms when the whelp started wailing even louder. "Goddammit!" The noise was unbearable. Enraged, Li Qinwu unleashed a flurry of slaps¡ªWHAP! WHAP! WHAP!¡ªuntil the goblin collapsed, dazed. Grabbing its throat, Li Qinwu glared into its yellow eyes. "From today, I''m your boss! You obey me, or I''ll slap you to death! Understood?!" The goblin nodded frantically, pure terror in its eyes. Li Qinwu released it and checked the ?Prisoner Management screen. The recruit option still wasn¡¯t available. "What the hell? He surrendered! Why can¡¯t I recruit him?" In Mount & Blade II, prisoners could be recruited over time¡ªespecially low-tier ones like this Level 0 whelp. It should¡¯ve been instant. "Not enough pressure, huh?" The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. Li Qinwu grinned darkly. Time for ?advanced persuasion tactics. "FIRE DRAGON FRUIT COMBO!" He punched the goblin square in the face, sending it sprawling with a bloody nose. "WAR STOMP!" A jump-kick to the chest knocked the wind out of it. "HEARTBREAKER KICK!" A final stomp to the gut made it vomit bile. "O-Okay! Boss! You¡¯re my boss now!" Li Qinwu checked the menu again. ?Still no recruit option. "Still playing games with me?" He spotted a flicker of cunning in the goblin¡¯s eyes. "Oh, you little shit!" Rope in hand, Li Qinwu looped it around the goblin¡¯s neck and tossed the other end over a tree branch. "Let¡¯s go kite-flying!" He yanked hard. The goblin¡¯s feet left the ground, choking as it clawed at the noose. Its face turned purple, legs kicking wildly. After ?30 seconds of aerial acrobatics, Li Qinwu dropped it and performed makeshift CPR. "Submit, or we go again!" The goblin scrambled back, eyes wide with ?pure, unconditional fear. "I¡¯m your boss now. Disobey, and it¡¯s Fire Dragon Fruit for breakfast every day!" This time, the ?Recruit option finally appeared. [Recruit Goblin Whelp: Cost - 5 Denars] [Remaining Denars: 18] [Daily Upkeep: 1 Denar] "Shit, running low on funds." In Mount & Blade, unpaid troops would desert once morale dropped too low. His current morale was ?60¡ªbarely acceptable. More food variety would help. Untying the goblin, Li Qinwu tested his control. "Sit." It sat. "Roll." It rolled. "Slap yourself." Two loud ?SMACKS echoed. "Build a fusion reactor." The goblin stared blankly. "Ah. Only follows orders it understands." Still, this was ?better than expected¡ªa fanatically loyal soldier for just ?5 Denars. With ?18 slots left, he could build a small suicide squad. Handing the goblin a boar tusk, Li Qinwu demonstrated spear-making: