<750 - Unseen Events (8)>
Goblins don’t put in the effort.
Their short lifespans make them too busy fulfilling their desires.
If they need strength?
They don’t train to become stronger.
They simply dominate strong enemies, subjugate them for food and women, and wield their power.
If they need wealth?
They don’t work hard to earn money.
They slice open the bellies of the rich, loot their possessions, pour it into their lair, and throw a festival.
If they need women?
They don’t cultivate their charm through hard work.
If they have a partner, they kill them; if there’s resistance, they cut the tendons of their limbs, kidnap them, and take what they want.
Of course, they lack the patience to train steadily to grow.
Except for those with innate strength from birth, no goblin wants to become a warrior.
With the exception of a few goblin magicians, born with incredibly high affinity for magic, no one learns difficult spells.
A natural gift.
A talent.
Goblins live according to the limits set since their birth.
That’s why goblins don’t grow.
They had to be a stagnant race.
But what on earth is this scene?
“Drinking lots of water creates a water mana puzzle, grrr!”
“Please save me, grrr… Water torture, please stop, grrr…”
A goblin magician torturing his kin with water while closing the lid over a ditch during water adaptability training.
“If you breathe in fire, it creates a fire mana puzzle, grrr!”
“Whoa, I’m burning, grrr!”
“Our village is screwed, grrr!!”
While conducting fire adaptability training, goblin apprentices panicked as they set their village ablaze.
“It feels way better to overpower someone stronger than I am than copulating with a female, grrr.”
“Oh my, what are you doing in someone else’s granary, grrr!”
“Today, I’m going for 100 kg of weightlifting, grrr. We can’t mess with food in our village, grrr.”
Goblins naturally “farm” before “training” to grow stronger.
“Look at this, grrr. If you cross your fingers… ta-da! It becomes a flower petal, grrr!”
“This is strange, grrr. Why’s this male so cute, grrr?”
Goblins even realizing alternate play methods beyond “slaughter,” “plundering,” and “torture,” acting cute, and playing around.
“How can this be called a goblin?”
“How is this even a goblin? It’s just a green human with a different color.”
Goblins began to change.
No, they have already changed.
Extensively.
From the very essence of their minds.
The very direction of their racial instincts had shifted.
The emotions the professors felt now could only be described as “fear.”
A rookie professor with less experience, unable to grasp the situation, displayed an utterly bewildered expression.
“It’s just a goblin, right? How much can they become like humans and still be threatening?”
“For now, they’re at the level of primitive savages. But if they stockpile ‘resources’ and learn entertainment beyond ‘war’ while their tribe grows and they develop a sense of kinship, will their numbers diminish or increase?”
“It’ll increase…?”
“Exactly. Just as humanity grew and built its power through farming, until now, goblins have only used captured subspecies and minimal food resources limited by the number of their slaves. But now, they can achieve limitless growth.”
Professor Porneus, a master of wicked wisdom, and the academy’s chief of forbidden books and lectures on “The History of Darkness,” “How to Read Books Safely,” and “How to Survive Reading Forbidden Books,” was issuing a stern warning.
“Goblins may have a short lifespan, but they reproduce extremely quickly. Even though their numbers have been frighteningly increasing, the reason other dimensions haven’t been overrun by goblins is that they’re too busy dying and spilling over into invasions occasionally.”
“So if kinship arises and culture sprouts without civil wars among goblins…”
“We will see a build-up to levels that the dimensions cannot handle, unlike anything before. And it won’t just be feeble unit or individual invasions, we’ll see a grand invasion at the world scale. A force capable of self-sustaining through ‘training’ and acquiring their own ‘weaponry’ rather than just looting.”
If these goblins, without a hitch, gained strength to reach the Middle Realm…
The wars against the demon world in the Northern Front and the battles with the Underworld will seem trivial in comparison to the colossal war that begins.
The very existence of humanity and the Middle Realm could be at stake in the onset of dimensional warfare.
“We must eradicate them. Here and now. By any means necessary, if not a single goblin is left standing, the Middle Realm will crumble.”
Just as humans, who gained wisdom, took over the dominion over the Middle Realm leaving only the Dragon Principal easily distinguished, goblins could replace that position.
“Ugh, do we really have to go that far? I feel like I want to teach these guys how to work out, seeing them struggle with their muscle gains.”
“What you’re suggesting, Professor Plato, those exercise movements and weightlifting methods you teach could very well turn into deadly martial arts that smash human skulls!”
However, sadly, even among the professors who recognized the gravity of the situation, the faces of those gathered weren’t exactly normalized either.
None of them wanted to deal with students, and thus, Professor Mahabharata had chosen the most irritating professors for the task.
Self-absorbed narcissists.
Abusers who don’t understand the human heart.
Growth maniacs devoid of any concept of abuse.
The eccentricities from the bottom 20% of the character pool in the Gift Academy had converged dangerously.
“Why don’t we just regularly come and kill off about 99.9% of the goblin population, then take their accumulated resources? It would make resource procurement easy and a total breeze, right? I think we can pull that off.”
“Are you insane? How did such a lunatic become a professor in the Empire? If a manager from the Demon King’s Army had recruited you, there’d be no discomfort!”
“Yeah. Even so, a regular bloodbath sounds too troublesome. This is labor exploitation. I don’t want to be bothered with unnecessary work when I have research to do, just make them clean as a part of the 4th year graduation project yearly.”
“…The Border Region Professor is just as ridiculous! A madman is just a madman regardless of their territory or nationality!”
The professors, arguing over who was crazier, suddenly realized their most composed “madman” was unusually quiet.
Not the current Empire governed by an inexperienced, naive empress, but a truly crazy thief who boldly infiltrated the palace under the rule of an impressive Seonhwang who could negotiate with even the Dragon Principal to place Empire professors on the faculty.
Bronze de Estrada.
With his name even listed in the World’s Top Ten Thieves category, the righteous thief had mysteriously vanished from the meeting.
“Didn’t that Professor Bronze sometimes steal our answer sheets to show them to his students?”
“He also occasionally meddled with experimental materials and even swiped upperclassmen, right?”
“Had it not been for the Dragon Principal and Seonhwang, he would have become a notorious thief himself; he mentioned once that half of his wicked acts were out of resentment against us.”
Maintaining a rather uneasy relationship with him ordinarily, they didn’t care much until now because the environment allowed them to ignore Professor Bronze.
But now, arrived in the Goblin World, they had no need to mind others and found themselves surveying the goblin civilization outside their non-fair flight.
“Surely not.”
“If things go awry, we’re looking at years, possibly decades, of fighting here. There’s no way that could happen!”
“I heard something about him getting pregnant. He’d avoid spending too long in the Goblin World for the sake of parenthood, right?”
The professors comforted themselves with the belief that even Professor Bronze would keep some boundaries.
Overhead, a tremendous explosion erupted, causing their non-fair flight to crash.
The vessel, crashing into the very heart of the Goblin Empire’s capital, produced a KABOOM explosion along with a giant magic residue shaped like a cross.
The gallant demise of the vessel, powered by faith-energy.
“What do we ride back on now?”
“There’s nothing to ride on. We’ll have to open a dimensional gate to return.”
“Where’s the vital vein of the Goblin World?”
“The vital vein? The goblin brats have devoured everything, leaving nothing!”
“…So how do we open a dimensional gate for real?”
“Well, there is a way… if there’s no magic stone, we can draw a super giant magic circle and set up tons of support magicians trained in magical understanding.”
“From here?”
“Yep, from here.”
The professors saved a drowning goblin during water adaptability training and were beaten black and blue by a warrior goblin for burning down their house during fire adaptability training.
“There are some smart goblins who could build a vessel like that, and yet we’re stuck doing this?”
“They just perished along with the capital, didn’t they?”
“…”
They would have to cultivate these hopeless beings into the very top elite of the Goblin Empire who can launch a non-fair flight. The thought of nurturing goblin apprentices who barely managed to operate a non-fair flight was disheartening to the professors.
Rather than taking care of a completely hopeless original primitive goblin, having witnessed these goblins casually exhibiting potential for change and wielding mana engineering, they found themselves cornered into action.
“Let’s just close our eyes and do it.”
The professors’ minds slightly leaned in that direction.
“Let’s at least try looking for some magic stones. We don’t have to pamper these brats, but we can adapt them to rapidly gain mana by swallowing magic stones using the Oknodie method; it might expedite their growth more than anticipated.”
As the professors rummaged through the Goblin Empire’s magic stone storage, they screamed, grabbing their necks.
The professors who followed suit had faces as shocked as those who clutched their throats first.
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Bronze de Estrada has visited.
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A strategically left note reading T-bagging was all that remained.
