Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 83: Mother and Children vs. a Horde of Undead.

As if to prove Gela’s point, just then, a group of four heavily armored adventurers stomped past them, dragging a chain-link sled piled high with glowing, twitching monster parts.

"Gold! We’re swimming in it, boys!"

The lead mercenary yelled, his voice booming with reckless glee.

"Look at this haul! If these mana distortions keep pumping out monsters this fast, we’ll be retired by winter! Keep the purple storms raging, keep the gold flowing!"

Their laughter echoed off the twisted, barren landscape before fading around a distant bend, swallowed by the oppressive silence of the nightmare that surrounded them.

Lita’s face twisted into a mask of pure disdain. She leaned close to the group, lowering her voice to a barely audible whisper, her eyes darting to make sure Erwin didn’t catch the full gravity of her suspicion.

"Idiots. They’re celebrating the end of the world. They think it’s a gold mine. They have no idea what these distortions actually are..."

"Lita? What do you mean?"

Ed asked, his voice cracking. Lita gripped her staff until the wood creaked.

"You don’t get a mana distortion these many in just a day. This is a calling card. It’s the signature of a Demon Lord’s awakening... or something far worse."

Erwin’s jaw tightened as he heard the words. The mention of a Demon Lord sent a chill through him, but he didn’t falter. He gripped his claymore tighter and called out, marching forward.

"Come on, everyone. No time to waste, we have to reach the depths of the Shellgrave Cave."

His group followed, moving along a faded path lined with twisted trees and wild grasses, until they reached the mouth of the cave. The entrance loomed like the skull of a dragon turtle, its cavernous maw swallowing the shadows within.

Back with Maddy’s group, she and her children had now reached Area 1.

[New Map Acquired: Area 1 — Middle]

Area 1 was no longer the soft, living cave they remembered. As they stepped into the outer reaches of Shellgrave, the walls shifted into a morbid, calcified gray, the petrified ribcage of the ancient dragon.

The air grew frigid, and from the jagged mounds of burial earth, a chorus of cackling erupted.

"HEE HEE HAA!"

A pack of goblins lunged from the shadows but these were no ordinary green skinned pests. Their dark violet hides were draped in rusted, scavenged armor, each piece a trophy from fallen adventurers. One particularly vicious goblin, its serrated bone knife slick with black, glistening sludge, lunged straight for Sephiran.

Sephiran’s violet eyes flared, War Bat gripped tightly. He snarled,

"Get back, you ugly shorties!"

He ducked just as the rotten blade whistled inches above his head, then slammed the bat upward in a brutal arc. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

CRUNCH.

The goblin’s skull cracked against the War Bat, sending it tumbling into a jagged burial mound. Nearby, Arach became a cyclone of steel and fury. Each of his six limbs moved with terrifying precision—spear arms piercing goblin torsos while dual swords decapitated two more in a single, seamless spin. One daring goblin leapt for his neck, only to be cleaved in mid-air by a horizontal sweep of his lower right blade.

"They’re... the same size as Sephi, but filthy just like when he doesn’t bathe."

Arach remarked casually, his six eyes glinting. Sephiran’s ears twitched in indignation.

"I heard that, Big Brother!"

Arach only chuckled, continuing his lethal dance as more goblins fell beneath his blades. But while the siblings reveled in the fight, Maddy’s expression had drained of all color. She wasn’t cheering, nor admiring the creatures, her eyes were sharp, calculating, and tense.

The goblins advanced, their rusted weapons glinting, their menacing laughter echoing through the calcified cave walls.

"What... what are these monsters!? That laughter... it’s pure... EVIL!"

A cold shiver ran down her spine as the Monsterpedia flickered into her vision.

[New Monsterpedia Entry Added: Grave Goblin]

[Grave Goblin (Evolve Form) — Habitat: Graveyards / Ruins / Caves / Battlefields]

[A sinister goblin species that thrives among death and decay. Grave Goblins are drawn to places where corpses gather, often digging through graves or battlefields to scavenge bones, armor, and weapons. Their bodies have adapted to the presence of rot and lingering death energy, allowing them to survive in environments that would sicken other creatures. Though physically similar to ordinary goblins, they are far more vicious and resilient, often coating their crude weapons with filth and corpse rot that can infect wounds. Grave Goblins usually appear in packs and will ambush prey from burial mounds, broken tombs, or underground tunnels.]

She quickly appraised them.

[Magic: 200,000 | Might: 320,000]

Maddy’s claws clenched, her eyes narrowing at the advancing horde.

"Grave Goblins... They look like they crawled out of a low budget horror movie and I hate horror movies! I hate them. I HATE UNDEAD!"

One goblin hissed and lunged at her, its fingers twitching. Maddy didn’t let it get within ten feet.

"STAY AWAY!"

She shrieked, her hand snapping forward.

"Divine Armament: Light Spear!"

A lance of pure, holy brilliance manifested and thrashed through the air, impaling the goblin and pinning it instantly against the calcified wall. Its life ended in a twitching, silent spasm. She began rapid firing the spears, her eyes wide with a mix of disgust and panic.

"Don’t touch me! Don’t even breathe near me! I do not want to inhale your... Gah! FOUL SMELL! Ugh, they reek like dead rats!"

Arach glanced at his mother, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he diced another goblin with surgical precision.

"Mother is... quite spirited today."

Beside him, Sephiran was in a full frenzy, swinging his massive War Bat with reckless glee, crushing bones and scattering remains. His mind still buzzed from Arach’s comment.

"I’ll end you all! I won’t let you survive so that Big Brother will not see me, just like you! I am not filthy like you! DIE! DIE! I’M GOING TO BATHE NOW, ALWAYS!"

Sephiran’s War Bat slammed down again, bones splintering under his furious swings, his shrill battle cry cutting through the echoing cave as he vented every ounce of annoyance and determination.