Slime Leveling [Litrpg, Timeloop]-Chapter 170—Ruthless Dragons

"Quick—bring them," Goblin Lord said, waving his free palm.

The two goblins standing beside him nodded and dashed off. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Giliberu kept his eye on the goblin kid's status.

Boom!

Goblin Lord threw the goblin kid's body aside as the two goblins returned, holding two human women like bags—still chained and handcuffed.

"Move aside," Goblin Lord yelled.

He picked up Giliberu and flashed a few meters away.

Bang!

The entire dwelling shattered into pieces. The two goblins nearby were flung a few meters away.

The two human women were also hurled into the air—but they were caught by the goblin kid midair.

With a watering mouth, the goblin kid landed on the ground with two women, one in each arm.

Thud!

The women trembled in fear.

They were newly caught adventurers.

They both yelled:

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"Lowly stinky creature!"

But their words were useless.

The goblin kid was unconscious, his body moving on its own.

He tore through the already broken, bloody armor they wore.

He then engaged in the act as they shouted in pain.

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhh!"

Giliberu clenched his fists and turned away. Despite wanting to help, he was powerless.

'I cannot go against that kid with my current level. If I were still at my peak, I'd have defeated him already,' he mused bitterly, veins popping around his arms.

Goblin Lord patted his shoulder. "It's common for us goblins," he said, swallowing his dry throat.

"But our goblin ancestor, Gilibiliro…" Giliberu asked, his voice trembling. "How did he hold it in for one month? Couldn't he have reached Demon King level already—becoming unstoppable in a mindless body?"

'Or was he stopped at peak Tier Three? Due to Voice of the World restrictions on Tier Four?' he wondered, recalling Instructor Thomas' explanation.

Goblin Lord shook his head. "Haven't you seen? We cannot overcome it frontally. We need to use other methods if you want to overcome it."

He walked to his dwelling, not caring about the ongoing activity behind him.

He signaled Giliberu to follow him, who was lost in his thoughts.

"Other methods?" Giliberu asked, following him.

"Like sealing magic," Goblin Lord replied.

"So sealing magic wasn't able to hold on?" Giliberu asked, already guessing the failure. 'The curse might have overpowered it.'

Goblin Lord nodded. "Yes. By one month, the seal wasn't able to bear the might of the carnal impulse of the goblins."

"How—and why?" Giliberu asked. "How did the curse come into being in the first place?"

He didn't stop pouring his doubts. "Who even cursed us? And for what?"

Goblin Lord sat in his chair, entering his dwelling.

"The exact cause is unknown, but the seers and dragons have already answered the ancestors of goblins."

"They answered?" Giliberu muttered, voice cracking.

"Yes. Our ancestors searched—roamed the entire world—for a solution," Goblin Lord said, slumping back in his chair and glaring at the ceiling bitterly. "At that time, powerful seers and dragons—seeing our pathetic desire to overcome the carnal impulse—revealed the truth."

"What is it?" Giliberu asked, unable to contain himself.

"The curse of Creation God," Goblin Lord replied, his hands falling on the armrest.

"Cursed… by the Creation God?" Giliberu uttered, frowning. "How? Why would Creation God curse his creation?"

"They didn't reveal the answer," Goblin Lord replied plainly.

He slammed his palm on the chair, roaring, "Not only you—even I and my forefathers wanted to know the answer!"

For a moment, he erupted with demonic force, creating small cracks around his surroundings.

Giliberu fell into thoughts. 'Why… what might be the cause?'

He didn't flinch at the Goblin Lord's surge of power.

'Wait… potential…' He recalled the goblin race description. 'A race which can rival the dragons…'

He held his face and sighed. 'So that's how it is.'

'It's just that I don't understand why the Creation God would curse…?' he thought. 'Did the dragons make the Creation God interfere, knowing the potential of goblins…?'

He recalled Professor Thomas' description of dragons.

While training under Thomas and Nobi—

"Not bad… You are more durable than Michael," Thomas said, sipping his beer.

"He became a Golden Dragon… so you'll become even more powerful," Nobi cheered, raising her fists.

Slime#47, who was doing push-ups under gravity, stood up and asked, "Dragons didn't do anything? Since Michael had become a Golden Dragon?"

Spotting no reaction from Nobi and Thomas, he continued, "I mean, wouldn't dragons feel a threat?"

"Because it was tough to evolve into a dragon… they let him go," Nobi replied, sitting down.

"Dragons aren't any benevolent creatures," Thomas said, standing up from his chair. "They are lazy, ruthless, and arrogant....evil."

"If a beautiful princess's beauty is widespread… they'll kidnap beautiful women more than goblins," Nobi said, sighing. "They are more pathetic than goblins, you know."

"It's just that they have power, so everyone treats them like great beings," Thomas said, clenching his fists. "They mocked Michael and my training method."

"Huh?" Slime#47 tilted his head. 'What I asked, and what are they saying?' he frowned.

Noticing the frown, Nobi said with a small smile, "Dragons used Thomas and Michael's new Golden Dragon to build their publicity—and dragons almost slaughtered the entire lizard race."

"Almost??" Slime#47 asked, sitting down as Thomas cancelled the gravity spell.

"It was because of the hard training method… they left lizards alive," Nobi said, narrowing her eyes. "I mentioned almost here, since dragons slaughtered more than a hundred villages of lizards… more than one million lizards."

"What?" Slime#47 yelled.

"But dragons suppressed the slaughter and hid it about it," Thomas said, drinking beer like water.

"What's wrong?" Young Slime asked, as Thomas erupted with an insane amount of mana, cracking the entire arena.

"Everyone hid it from Michael," Nobi said, lips twitching. "Even as a new Golden Dragon, he didn't know the family that took him in killed his parents."

"Isn't that a blunt war?" Slime#47 yelled, clenching his fists.

"No… because only a single Green Dragon did all that," Nobi shook her head. "Almost waged a war is in fact true. If they did, they would send out an army of dragons."

Back to the present—

'Did Creation God curse goblins to protect them from those violent dragons or...?' Giliberu shook his head, unable to understand. 'Let's leave it for the future.'

"When would I be hit by the carnal impulse?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "Can I even withstand it?"

'I'll kill myself if I can't, rather than clearing this trial…' he paused as Mama Slime and other faces flashed through his mind.

'Is it worth it to force myself on a woman for my survival—so I could save others?' He fell into deep thought, unable to find a solution.

It was against his morals to force himself on a woman, but if he died in this timeline, Mama Slime and the others would perish.

The images of Saint King Haruka's world flashed in his mind.

He lightly tapped his cheeks. 'Let's decide when I would be struck by it.'

Goblin Lord, leaning his head on his palm, said, "When you are five years old, you'll be hit by the first carnal impulse, and from that time, every fifteen days it will repeat."

"Is there no way to… like, if we are in a fight against an opponent…" Giliberu asked. "Suddenly getting hit by it in the middle of something important would be dangerous."

"We have no choice but to be prepared," Goblin Lord replied. "And it's the same every time. If the first carnal impulse strikes at midnight, then after fifteen days it will strike at the same midnight. And the next time at the same time, midnight—and the cycle continues."

"I see," Giliberu nodded, relieved.

'Yes. That's how he survived,' he glanced at the Goblin Lord.

"So, back to the topic," Goblin Lord waved his palm, signaling him to sit.

Giliberu sat on the floor, which was laid with torn tunics of adventurers as a carpet.

Goblin Lord asked, "What do you think about being Lord?"

"To rule—leading our people to live happily," Giliberu replied instantly. "To keep our people safe."

"Yes, that is correct," The Goblin Lord nodded. "But is that all?"

"All?" Giliberu asked, frowning. "I didn't get you."

"A king is someone who makes tough decisions for the people while keeping them safe," Goblin Lord replied, narrowing his eyes. "Let me put you in a hypothetical situation."

"You are a king, and now you can only save a single person—but two people are on death row. One is a young man, and the other is an old man," he asked. "Who would you save?"

'A typical question,' Giliberu mused. He had heard this kind of question multiple times. It was even used in an anime.

"The young one," he replied instantly.

"Oh? Why is that?" Goblin Lord asked, straightening his back.

"Because the young man has more life in front of him," Giliberu replied softly.

Goblin Lord shook his head. "You are wrong."

"Why?" Giliberu asked, frowning.

"You didn't even ask the question's conditions," Goblin Lord retorted. "Just after hearing the question, you replied. This is not the mentality of a king."

"Mentality of the king…" Giliberu muttered, noting the weight of those words.

"First, you should know the importance of the people," The Goblin Lord raised his finger. "If the young man is evil—who kills people like blinking an eye—it's better to leave him dead."

"And if he's righteous, but the old man is an important scholar who can create weapons, teach skills—then this old man must survive in place of the young man."

Giliberu was shocked, eyes widening.

"Because this old man could teach more young people like him," Goblin Lord continued. "And what's the use of that young man who isn't even as good as an old man with experience?"

"If the young man is very talented?" Giliberu asked, eyes still wide.

"Yes. If talented—pick him," The Goblin Lord replied. "As a king, you must choose what is best for your people and you."