We repeated it a couple of times in different locations to test whether it really worked or not. Goribo came out the last time and experienced it himself.
“Works,” he said. “But no way to defend.”
That was true. “I have a bow,” I said, pouring mana into my bow and it grew big. An arrow formed of light. I aimed at a butterfly and swoosh! I missed. Should have worked more on my bow skills.
Sigh.
Strangely the butterfly didn’t come at us.
Almost as though… it can’t see me. Then again butterflies never attacked us in the first place. They just hovered above us and sprayed those fancy drugs.
“Friendo…” the goblin murmured. “This is sea goblin made,” he said.
“Yeah. I was with them for a week.”
“Amazing Friendo….” He seemed to have more to say, but didn’t. “Let’s get those fruits.”
“Fruits? But-”
“These fruits good,” he said, moving closer to the edge. There was a vine of sorts.
That’s kind of when I noticed that not every fruit was weirdly shaped or obscenely colorful. Even in this semi high state, I didn’t see some fruit as colorful. And we mostly picked those fruits. “Pick the green ones,” he said.
I did. Basically, like pawpaw but bigger. Like watermelon big.
We went down and back to his place.
The whole time, I kept shivering and felt good for no reason. Fuck… I could definitely get hooked to this…. I need to get out of here….
“Okay Friendo, this place is big. But we can cross it in ten days.” He said at the very end.
“I don’t think I can keep doing that for ten days straight.”
And my body probably wouldn’t last….
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“Then we walk for a day, dig the ground, and settle for some rest.”
“I guess we don’t have any other choice,” I said. “I’m not sure if I can hold out for a day either. I already feel high. The mana from these stones don’t recharge. I don’t have any ex-tra-” I couldn’t finish. No, my mouth just hung.
Before I even spoke half, the goblin had shot up, went over to his drawer and produced a whole bag of gems.
I hadn’t seen so much gems in all of my life. And no, even the big gem from the Shrimp thing couldn’t compare.
He literally had half a potato sack worth of gems, and they came in all flavor-er- colors. “Friendo, we’re getting out of here,” he said. “I’m betting it all on you.”
A sudden pressure fell on my shoulder. This goblin had been living here for who knew how long. He lost everyone. And now he had a shot at leaving. And he was betting everything on me.
Yeah…
I can’t screw this up.
He cut into the giant pawpaw. It was golden inside. Tasted almost like Mango with a bit of pineapple and maybe jackfruit. Not bad.
Ah…
I felt better. The shivering high slowly dissipated. “This thing’s an antidote?”
“Yes. Friendo, this place is hell. But it’s livable,” he said. “The world outside, very bad. Ridden with wars and… prejudice. But we will get out.”
“Damn right we will.”
We ate.
The goblin made his bed in the corner while he offered me his own bed. He assured me he wasn’t going to sneak up on me and eat me during the night.
Needless to say… I wasn’t very assured.
How the fuck was I supposed to take him seriously when he kept drooling at me? Like what the fuck! Yet as the mountains of fatigue slowly settled in, my toddler of a body slowly, slowly but surely, succumbed to the pleasures of the world of dreams.
I woke up sometime later. Moans~! The goblin was moaning! In his dreams? He was of course still in his bed, but he kept moaning… no, not of pleasure. He was crying….
Meanwhile, I had a small wet patch on my crotch. First wet dream eh? Considering the shit I went through today, I wasn't surprised. But I suppose this was proof that I was becoming a man....
I pretended to not be awake and tried sleeping. Yet… I felt bad. The poor thing kept crying and I again eventually slept.
The next day I awoke to something wet. Namely the goblin’s drool. He was literally over my face, staring at me with those big eyes and that drool.
“Get away from me!” I shoved him away.
He laughed. “Friendo, get ready, we leave now.”
I was breathless- was an understatement. “Fucking hell, man.”
I didn’t have much to take, so I just rechecked my things and I was done. The goblin though, took a lot of things. Weapons, fruits, tools, and other stuff. He even took some of the bones.
And once he was done, he checked all the doors outside, locked the door of his home, prayed and smiled. “Let’s go Friendo.”
“Who do you pray to?”
“The Devine Tree, our creator.”
Huh.
“Never heard of it. Thought Askavan was the creator?”
“Lies. Askavan, the sly dragon. Lying wench.”
Huh. Interesting. I wanted to ask him more but didn’t seem like an appropriate time. Assuming we stayed alive, we’d be together for a while. I could always figure out more later. For now… I had to focus on the surviving part.
Let’s do this!