Oer would rather not delve into how the whole situation panned out.
It was rather boring, and much less interesting than one would expect...
pathetically so...
Describing the events which transpired, would be like wallowing in the depths of a comically bad story. Life never gives you what you expect from a scenario when you're really, really expecting it.
Oer did accomplish his goal. Now hefting Iki-Min's head in his hand - identical as to how one would judge a sizable melon.
If anyone really must know....'The Pinnacle of Inanity Incident', as Oer began to call it, could be broken up into 3 separate occurrences:
First (1); The entrance and filing in of 4 goblin "guards" as they were identified, with Iki-Min taking up the rear. Too many features on the goblins were present to describe passively, namely Iki-Min's face; clouted with evil intentions. His aura was malicious, lighting hope in Oer's eyes, setting his expectations further.
Next (2) , they scoured the room with their beady eyes. It appeared a group of piranhas were eyeing for a small goldfish, somewhat funny. Nevertheless, their vision continued; up, down, left, ...
...........right.
And finally
(3), they froze upon seeing him...
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To Oer it was impossibly displeasing, to have an opponent, to whom he could possibly obtain knowledge from, become still on the battlefield. In his presence, no less.
Such as a farmer, who couldn't wait to see the sunrise, yet his only indicator; the croak of the rooster, never coming.
...
This weird ability to freeze others, or at least those below his star-rank, was about to blow a hole in his patience. His very battle capacity; his ability to battle, was supposed to be gained from battle itself. This strange freeze-up bullshit was a hindrance to that.
...
...
In the end, he swiftly slit all of their throats, and severed their heads, Iki-Min included. They didn't move or put up any resistance.
Oer sighed.
The gains from the guards were a level each, after all, they were only goblins wearing armor, their worth was the same as Yotap's and Gootche's. However, Iki-Min, the red goblin, raised his brows. The bloody thing, garnered an entire 4 levels!
In total, this fight granted him eight level advancements, one more than he expected.
Some biological emotion of his - wanted to scream out loud about how anti-climactic this confrontation was, but Oer easily suppressed it. Regret wouldn't help at this point. It was better to take things as they were, study them, gain everything you possibly could from them, then toss them away after their use.
That being said, it was time for him to enact his plan, then leave this place. Though he may take time to explore its more mysterious sides first; like the lust tunnel those goblins so despicably jerked off towards, and the rest of the boss tunnel.
He was well within reach of his next evolution and expected to reach it within the next two days. He might even proceed along this path more smoothly and find himself evolved twice by midnight! there was nothing he could say in regard to the third evolution though, from the looks of it, by how the second was 10 times as difficult as the first, the third may be the same....
He might have to eliminate 700 beings more powerful than 4-5 stars! That was his current level of power!
Then after that, maybe 7,000 beings of even higher power for the fourth evolution?!
This path to power seemed endlessly bloody, but Oer know there were shortcuts out there, such as the one he had found in killing Iki-Min.
He may not have to kill nearly that much, yet still proceed to evolution. All he had to do was find organisms of higher rank than those he was expected to kill, and take the additional star benefits of eliminating them instead.
...
Ok.
He knew what he was doing from this point on.
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As he exited the newborn tunnel and moved leisurely towards the open area, Oer fiddled with a tiny dagger he'd retrieved from one of the guards. It was pointy... he gave it that, but it was rusted as all hell. It would likely break before puncturing his skin. You could only possibly slash a thin rodent with this thing.
What could they possibly kill with this? He tossed the scrap behind him and moved on, when the tunnel's opening revealed itself some small distance ahead of him.
Oer mentally prepared himself for disappointment, before proceeding out of the opening and into the crowd of goblins. He seemed to be doing it without care, yet his eyes scanned across the sparsely separated groups of wandering masses with an obvious intent to kill.
The first vagrant to see him froze as expected, then the next, and the next after that. And finally, all goblins present were frozen. None of them let out a scream for help or a cry in fear. They all just stopped moving....
Originally Oer had mentally prepared himself for this event, yet somewhere deep inside of himself, he felt outrage! He knew that part of him wanted a bloodbath on both sides, yet he couldn't destroy that thought - that emotion - without feeling it first! (similar to how he dealt with his mischievous nature).
If these vermin never attacked him, he would have to wait until he fought someone on his level to erase the feeling - which was not on his to do list.
Unstoppable anger bubbled up within himself at his own helplessness, despite the emotional restrictions he had placed, and almost caused him to burst out in rage.
He bellowed.
"YOU LOT! COME... FACE ME AND DIE!!!"
And for the first time in his short life, Oer was completely and utterly stumped.
That was because the goblins, contrary to his expectations, did not remain still. They rushed at him with unrivalled killing intent. They burst foreword with their small daggers, and even those who bore no weapon rushed at him with fists and pointy digits.
Oer was genuinely surprised. His previous burst of anger had already disappeared without trace.
...
However, there was no late reaction. His tail whipped around in an arc, instantly killing the goblins who were nearest in their charge, their skulls exploded into red masses of gore, garnering him six to seven levels before he yelled loudly and abruptly;
"HALT!!!!"
...
The crowd of bloodthirsty goblins immediately regained passiveness.
'Interesting'
Although it pleased him to no extent that these lesser beings still were capable of providing him some means of gaining battle knowledge, however small it may be.... the fact of this discovery was one to be studied carefully.
For a period of time, after suppressing his newfound excitement, he wondered which circumstance caused his ability to influence these goblins so much. Was it magic? No. If it was magic, then he should have felt some form of control over it, and even if it wasn't, Oer as a Pale Imp-Goblin-Earl should have at least been able to sense the sensation of magic...
'Wait...Earl...A nobility perk?' Oer contemplated the matter, yet it did not appear too far-fetched.
But if that was the case, were other species nobility all-powerful in their fields? There must be a limit of sorts. Yet, as he lacked the necessary information, there was no way of a definite understanding, so he set the matter aside for the time being.
Meanwhile he returned his attention to the surrounding goblins, eying them, and for once, counting their number; which amounted to 49. He had no idea if any had left the cave or not before his entrance, but he chose not to care. Whoever may return posed no threat to him as far as he could assume.
so, ignoring that matter, he resumed experimentation on the group of goblins, ordering them to commit various actions and movements, affirming that he did indeed have control over them to a rather frightening extent. Oer didn't take his experiments to the extent of having the goblins kill one another, that would be a complete waste of evolution points. Although he may possibly gain some benefit from having the deed done on his order, there wasn't need to risk such a thing. He would kill them himself.
The attack was ordered once more.
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Ding!
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[Level Up!] x49 ~ [( 10/70 >> 59/70 )]
[Levels Until Evolution] ~ [( 11 )]
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As Oer wiped his bloodstained hands off on some random goblins un-tarnished rags, he realized how thankful he was that these notifications were stored until the end of battle. It would be awfully annoying to have one pop up after every time he crushed a thing between his claws, especially if it was a horde.
Though that was not at all to say he wouldn't appreciate a horde of points running directly at him, just the thought of such a thing struck excitement and anticipation into his core, only for it to disappear moments later with the suppressive force of consciousness.
Turning his attention to the 2 unexplored tunnels (3 actually; one being the exit) Oer decided that it would be best to simply skip the boss tunnel, he had seen most of what was to be offered there. The armors and weapons he had seen there as a newborn goblin spawn were seemingly cheap and worn, alongside the gold, silver and copper which he had no use for at the moment. Though he wouldn’t be so stupid as to think by some unforeseen circumstance such a situation wouldn't arise in the future, so he would leave it be and maybe even block off the tunnel entrance later.
His priority was the lust tunnel. There was someone named "Umnim Vigler" there after all, and killing them should be worth some points should it not?
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As Oer moved silently toward the patch of wall the tunnel was carved into, the familiar erotic odor pervaded the air around him once again, though this time it had significantly less of an effect on him than it had as a newborn goblin. He no longer had difficulty in controlling his emotions, though he felt a restlessness rise about within his chest, making it burdensome to breathe calmly.
He grew more and more curious about this Umnim Vigler, while at the same time even more cautious. Oer had the odd premonition that this scenario wasn't as it seemed. Oer tossed this strand of conscious thought away, not in disagreement, but because he would find out soon enough.
...
The odor became much more effective the farther he walked. By the time the first door was reached, Oer felt a strange sensation beginning to encompass him. Yet even it was incapable in the face of the iron hammer of Oer's mentality.
He wasted no time in twisting the rotten wood to opening and moving inside, where a sudden overwhelming burst of the odor wafted over him, nearly erasing his control. He closed his eyes momentarily to concentrate for a moment, but when he went opened them he wished he hadn't.
...
Across from him, and chained to the walls, were 3 beings. None of which turned to face him with their dead and empty eyes. And all of whom seemed preoccupied by the white stains upon their bruised, once clear skin. Their legs lay spread open for all to see, in the middle of which, more liquid oozed and spilled to the floor. Mixed whites, yellows, and browns. One had a small bulge amidst their stomach, which he could only guess was another newborn goblin in the making.
Humans. Human females to be more exact.
Oer frowned. The stench and odor still constantly berated him, along with the sight of 3 naked human females before him, the seeds of lust were forced open by his imp and goblin natures, causing him to dig his nails into his palms.
Actual Humans hmmmm
Umnim Vigler....ha...Hahahah! So Stupid.
Oer berated himself for being unable to recognize the goblins broken language. Human villagers......Villagers......Village. A village shouldn’t be too far from here.
He retracted his gaze from the human’s lower portions against the will and urges of his body and studied their faces once more. None of the women were particularly beautiful, then again, only those living on the outskirts of a village (unless it was painfully small) would be caught and captured by such mentally handicapped creatures. A look into their eyes and Oer caught the emptiness and lack of will to live with but a glance.
And some new emotion rose up from the depths of his soul. Lighthearted. Repressed. Disdainfull...
Pity.
He flexed his hands, every finger and joint, the terrible smells and outside influences all but repressed by mental pressure. He thought of how many points he needed to gain for his next evolution, raised his brow to the female captives...
And connected the dots.
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