Chapter 1; Outside the Cave
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Olaf found himself on the rocky floor of the dank cave. The walls were dusty, but you could see rough engravings on the wall. Green silhouettes fighting against wolfs and bears. Different tools and weird symbols.The torches just barely lit up the cave, which gave it a primitive feeling.
"At least I wasn't born in captive" muttered Olaf. Everyone wasn't reincarnationers. Most creatures were mortals. Reincarnations would never die, but they slowly forgot about their previous lives. After mortals die their souls would be crushed and be remade into new beings that would be scattered across the lands.
Olaf brought up his hand to his face. A tiny hand came into his sight. It was light green with baby smooth skin. Well, no shit, he was a baby after all. He looked around. Olaf could see several other babies, trying to move around. Their raspy voices echoed throughout the cave. Olaf brought up his status.
Name: Unnamed
Level: 0
Race: Forest goblin
Class: Agriculturer
Reincarnation treasure: Animal Charm Hat
Olaf looked fidgeted around with his status screen before feeling a bit exhausted. He took a nap before he was woken up by the sound of footsteps.
Three goblins came into the cave. Two of them were dressed in brown leather. They both had a shield on their back and a short sword strapped to their waist. In the middle stood a goblin of a smaller statue. He wore a black, almost tattered robe and held a brownish staff which he used as a walking cane.
"The Chieftain will be happy this time, there are three reincarnationers this time," the magician said to himself. The magician ordered his guards to bring food scraps. Bowls were placed in the middle of them cave. The newborn goblins crawled over their and began to devour the food, Olaf included. There was a huge fight. Well, no one could move probably, so it was more of a race and whoever got his hands on the food won.
Olaf was one of the first ones and ate until he was full. He lay down on the ground with a satisfied grunt. The days passed by quickly. The guards always brought in bowls of food in the middle of the day. Everyone grew quickly. Olaf and the other newborns could move around pretty good now and a hierarchy had already been established. The weaker ones were the last one who got their food scraps. The strongest one was a goblin who was slightly bigger than the others and a small female goblin. They were probably also reincarnationers since they were easily able to dominate the others. Olaf was passive and was happy with being in the middle. He didn't have a combat skill, nor did he have the desire to fight the whole time.
Olaf sat up and a tiny black mouse with red eyes ran up on his arm and sat down comfortably in his hand. The mouse looked at him and squeaked.
Blacky
Cave Mouse
Level: 4
He found the mouse a day ago when he woke up from a long and nice nap. The mouse had been causing a ruckus in the cave. Many had tried to get their hands on black, but the mouse was very quick and easily avoided their futile attempts. Olaf had noticed it and wore the Animal Charm Hat and tamed the mouse. The mouse was completely black except for its eyes, and thus he names it blacky.
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The familiar guards and the magician came to the cave. Almost all the goblings backed off and bared their teeth. The magician pointed at me, the stronger goblin that held the top position here and the female and said in a language Olaf and the others understood, "Follow me!"
"Eh?" exclaimed Olaf to himself, "I was right, there are other reincarnationers here...even the old goblin is one"
The magician led Olaf and the two other Reincarnationers out of the cave. Olaf saw a magical sight. He saw a vast blue sky avoid of any clouds. A huge river spanning thousands of meters and huge mountains on the horizon. The cave was positioned on a small hill where wildflowers bloomed in grass. The group walked down and Olaf saw hundreds of wooden stakes, driven into the ground very close to each other, forming a dangerous-looking wall. Inside was a village. The poor goblins were closest to the walls, and the stronger families were as close to the center as possible.
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Grom Stonefist as he sat on his throne. It had been 12 years since he was reincarnated into a goblin. He was rather depressed that he got the race goblin, but he had received the warrior class which was pretty good. He was able to unite the surrounding goblin tribes. But the years had been bad. There had only been 7 reincarnationers that had been born as goblins and four of them had died at the hands of the enemies. There was only himself, Naxus the magician and Dekko left. But, a couple of days ago he became really happy. Naxus told him that there were three reincarnaters in this batch of golbings. THREE!
Grom Stonefist could finally see a glimmer of hope. Maybe he could defeat the human city northeast of his tribe. They had been pestering him for years, hunting in his forest and killing his scouts. He smiled viciously, "I'll slaughter the humans..."
"Grom..." said a voice from outside his house, "I have brought reincarnationers"
"Come in!" Grom Stonefist replied.
The door opened and Naxux entered, followed by three goblings. One of them was slightly bigger and had a darker green color. The other two were one female and one male. The female was a lot smaller than the other ones, but her eyes were the color of bright red, very rare for a goblin. The male had light green skin and a small black mouse sat on his shoulder.
"Hello, my fellow Reincarnationers," said the Chieftain, "I'm Grom Stonefist, the Chieftain over this Goblin Village...Tell me your names and your abilities..."
They didn't dare to be rude, the chieftain was way stronger than them, and they still weren't in their adult forms, much yet earned any levels.
The slightly bigger goblin stepped forward and answered, "In my last life I was called Brock, and class is Berserker"
The female was the next and said, "I'm called Jin...and my class is Death Rouge...
The last one stepped forward and said, "I'm called Olaf, and my class is Agriculturer"
Grom Stonefist looked strangely at the goblin. What class?
Olaf saw the strange stares and responded, "Ehm...I can grow crops and tame animals...."
The chieftain was shocked. Of course, he didn't show it. What the hell were these classes? He had seen berserker before, even though it was rare...but Death Rouge and Ag-agriculture? What the heck were those classes?
"Olaf...Brock...Jin...you are Reincarnationers, and therefore you're status us way higher than the other goblins, but true warriors are only born through bloody battles..." The Chieftain said slowly, "Naxus, bring Brock and Jin to the Barracks...and for the one with the strange skill...just give him to the Old one...
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Goblings= newborn goblings