<759 – As a Warrior(5)>
The higher goblin species secretly mixes their rare metals into class-specific equipment to prevent them from being taken by even higher beings.
Professor Morax’s analysis of goblin society and the psychology of higher and mutated beings was indeed correct.
After all, the higher and mutated beings driven underground did possess equipment made of rare metals.
However, he overlooked one thing.
The possibility that the change in goblins wasn’t merely a technical advancement, but a shift in their innate characteristics.
“Our warrior is our last hope, Gob!”
“I may be an inadequate mentor, but I’ll melt my weapon and give it to you, Gob!”
“Let’s pool all our wealth and aim a goblin punch at the demons, Gob!”
The higher goblins, shaking off all their assets for the sake of the goblin punch!
All hope was placed on the goblin warrior who had walked the path of an all-class day mentor and showed astonishing growth speed, as they gave him all their rare metals.
No longer a selfish goblin only caring for themselves; unity was forged for the survival and revival of their species.
“The children are pretty, Gob.”
“In our day, the weak ones were killed, but things are different now, Gob.”
“I want to protect this peaceful clan, Gob.”
The pure heart born from the cheerful artwork of Titosso transformed the goblin souls from the foundation, making them cleaner and brighter.
They now understood that the filthy, ugly desires they once held could also be clear and beautiful.
The desire to protect their family.
The desire to protect their clan.
The desire for no one to go hungry, for everyone to live happily together.
Community consciousness.
The level of awareness had risen beyond the level of civilization.
In that moment, vast resources and quantities that had lost their value in the goblin’s competitive society, where they killed each other, began to shine through being concentrated into one person.
A large quantity of rare metals needed for armor with body enhancement.
The quantity necessary for producing the latest rare metals, which could only be made by consuming existing rare metals in bulk, was fulfilled by donations from everyone.
[Holy Central Empire Lucifer-Class Armor ver4.05]
Numerous lives and souls were ground down as technology developed and improved, based on the knowledge of the professor.
As this knowledge was absorbed in the form of experience points and enough materials were obtained, the armor production began to shine rapidly.
Although it was a transitional technology with many shortcomings since a complete experience wasn’t acquired, the warrior overcame them.
“We’ll be the sacrificial lambs, Gob.”
“When the army of madmen comes out, let’s charge while they’re distracted, Gob!”
“Don’t be sad if we die, Gob!”
The warrior’s day mentors sacrificed their lives as bait after their weapons.
As a result, they succeeded in Professor Morax’s subjugation.
Even the farewell that goblin mentors shared was realized in a form they themselves had never thought of.
Morax’s soul contract technique.
This led to the spontaneous cooperation and contracts of the dead goblins, allowing even the fallen goblins to assist the warrior.
– It’s time for the demon execution, Gob.
– Although my soul is small, it will be a great sacrifice for the future, Gob!
– I will take revenge for my family and friends, Gob!!
The tide had turned in Goblin World.
The professors who used to hunt goblins were now running for their lives, besieged by vengeful goblin spirits coming from all directions.
It was even fortunate that the professors who deserved to die could die as they should, but the problem was that not all professors were trash.
Among them were professors who were too lazy to lecture or uncooperative with the academy, thus they got recruited.
[Caution on Inter-Species Deals] Professor Riventrop was one of those unfortunate individuals.
“Riventrop. You are the only one who can save our cornered professors. Please, mediate the unenthusiastic professors and let’s attempt an escape together!”
“You caused this mess, so why should we go through the trouble of helping you?”
“Just as we do not discriminate between good goblins and bad goblins, they too do not discriminate between good professors and bad professors.”
It was a ludicrous answer, but even Riventrop felt that saying they simply didn’t commit mass murder and only killed a few filthy goblins wandering nearby wouldn’t lessen their onslaught.
Following the requests of the Empire Faction professors, Riventrop flattered and persuaded professors belonging to species that held different emotions than humans.
“Professor Momondo. I have always admired your wisdom in teaching [Proper Usage of the Benevolent Deity Church]. Would you lend us just a bit of that wisdom?”
“…Riventrop. What do you want to ask me?”
“I understand that the deity in which you have faith provides greater power when the restraints on the body or actions are stricter and last longer. Please complete a few long-term contracts and release the seals to lend us your power.”
Professor Momondo wasn’t guilty of evil deeds.
However, from the students’ perspective, he couldn’t be deemed a good individual.
The reason why Professor Mahabharata included Professor Momondo in the useless faculty was that he frequently encouraged students to engage in restraint play that would only be a concern if they were alone.
– A great swordsman can handle both hands. However, if you endure a disadvantage fighting with one hand behind your back for over a year, once the restraint is lifted, your combat power would surge. Isn’t that pretty cool?
– Ooooh…! The professor is right. Please mediate the contracts!
Many students were misled by Professor Momondo’s restraint play and adopted unreasonable concepts, leading to several unfortunate cases where they neglected the present for future gains and lost their lives.
In a way, one could say Professor Momondo’s eloquence was remarkable, and one could also describe him as a demon that pushes students to death with his malevolent encouragement.
No one could predict how substantial their power increase would be once the long-term contract he had established with himself was lifted.
‘I don’t know, but it might rival the top three legends of the academy.’
With an incensed expression, Professor Momondo asked again.
“What benefit would I gain from doing such a thing?”
“If we all work together, we can survive!”
“Is it necessary for everyone to survive?”
“Yes?”
“If I promise a new restraint, the deity of training will assist me as much as possible.”
It meant he couldn’t care less whether they lived or died.
Momondo’s cold refusal conveyed this intention to Riventrop, who gritted his teeth.
Though Professor Momondo was a real jerk, he needed the help of that jerk.
“A bit of an odd story, but in my lecture on [Caution on Inter-Species Deals], I indicate to be especially cautious in transactions with giants. I even dedicated a whole chapter to it.”
“Is that so?”
“Do you know what happened to the village residents who roasted the largest pig they raised after having made a contract with the giants, requesting a pig in exchange for help?”
“I imagine there was chaos.”
“That’s right. The giant wreaked havoc, claiming ‘What! You are disrespecting me by presenting a mere ‘baby pig’ lacking proper meat?’ and turned the villagers into paste. The ‘pig’ the giant wanted was a giant pig that ruled over mountains, exceeding 5m in size.”
Professor Momondo quickly guessed the tale that Riventrop had uncovered.
“Are you implying that the deity of training would demand restrictions that I cannot even imagine?”
“Even giants have an incomprehensibly vast difference with humans. The gap between gods and humans must be unmeasurable.”
“That study falls under theology and prayer techniques.”
I know that.
Hence, the world of religious fanatics is narrow and distorted.
The world of gods, where common sense does not apply, where they look down on humans and expect to bargain from a position of superiority, cannot fathom the human perspective.
But every human eventually reaches a point of acknowledgment.
That they are neither gods nor superior entities.
No matter how they mimic others’ perspectives and try to disguise their life as their own, they are merely ill-fitting clothes.
“Surely, I don’t know your deity as well as you do. However, I know one fact you overlook.”
“What is that?”
“Even if it’s not a human, when the opponent is in hardship and disadvantage, they tend to impose harsher conditions.”
“…”
“It might become a contract you regret for life.”
Regret that he saved professors who didn’t need saving.
Regret that he lost his life that could’ve been saved.
Professor Momondo wasn’t foolish enough to need to compare which regret would be greater.
“Since you’ve awakened my stubbornness, I shall share my little wisdom too. I will cooperate with your escape plan.”
“Thank you.”
“By the way, may I ask, if we succeed in escaping, will you return to the academy then?”
While their departments and lectures were different, they confirmed that their thoughts aligned through each other’s gazes.
“Why would I return?”
“Isn’t that right?”
“We have to get revenge on the principal who abandoned us. We’ll head straight to the foundation on our way out.”
“Just hearing that brings me satisfaction. So how long until the escape? If we get caught and killed before going out, it’s over.”
“Even if the restraints are lifted, it will take three days. Unless enough professors provide their mana as promised, if we can’t draw in others whose mana is abundant…”
Professor Riventrop conveyed his disdainful interpretation of whether they could add a few of the psycho professors who caused this ruckus to make up for the lack of mana.
Professor Momondo shook his head coldly.
Eventually, they would have to endure in the chaotic Goblin World for several more days, prepared to lose their lives if they accepted no one.
“Is there no one around?”
Someone who has ample mana and isn’t problematic.
Such a fortunate existence wouldn’t be there.
Riventrop, grimaced to admit his lack of conscience, was illuminated by a golden ray.
As he stepped back, startled by the immense magical reaction, the owner of the light exclaimed urgently.
“I’m neither a spy from the foundation nor a suspicious person who led professors into traps! Please don’t attack me and just take me with you…!”
It was Avalon, the poor girl who had fled, battered, while escaping the attacks from Professor Bronze and Maid Jang.
“What a suspicious character. Let’s attack.”
“Eek!”
Avalon finally burst into tears.
