The terrified Goblins led me to a shed where a bunch of human and demi-human women were bounded by their wrists. A quick peek down had me closing my eyes shut in an instant.

Yep… Goblins are still sick fucks no matter the universe. If it weren’t for my need for more manpower, I would’ve lured the entire Goblin settlement into the Dungeon and killed them for quick DP.

My emotions say yes to these thoughts, but my logic denies it and lets me focus on the long run. Was it morally wrong for me to kill the Goblins? Depends. Was it necessary? No.

So yes, I will not kill the Goblins. They are coming back to the Dungeon with me. The humans and demi-humans, though, are also a problem.

I’m sure they’ve been traumatized by the… heinous situation they’ve found themselves in… Scratch that, they would probably wish for death the moment they were released.

The air smelled like someone had sex non-stop for days. Sticky, white liquid was all over the damn place.

… I really, really want to kill every Goblin in this damn settlement, but no, I will not. Not unless I know for sure that I can live my life as best as I can, without the prospect of death breathing down my back.

“You, get them something to wear, and for the love of all that is holy, clean them up,” I snarled at the nearest Goblin who brought me to his… hell of a shack…

The Goblin bowed, then quickly ran out of the shack, screaming at the top of his lungs to get some other goblins to help him with his given task. The other goblins, noticing the screaming one, were quick on the uptake and began moving. No less than a second later, goblins all over the settlement were running about, all doing their best to please their new master, me.

For all their flaws, though – and they are too many to count – they work fast when given an order. ‘Survival of the Fittest’ rule, most likely.

I travelled back to where the gorillas were waiting for me. Seeing that I had everything under control, they decided to safeguard the entire settlement instead, making sure that no hostile monsters could come through the entrance.

“Boss! We done yet?” Gong appeared before me, wielding his giant club and shield. Behind him were two orcs that I had forced to join me, right after I slaughtered their companions because they had the gall to think we were a lower species.

“Not yet, we just need to make sure those humans and demi-humans are fine, then we can leave,” I nudged my head towards the shack, Gong’s eyes following suit.

“Okay,” Gong shrugged as he and the two Orcs returned to their posts defending the settlement while we tended to the needs of the obviously scarred women.

I wonder, where did all the men go? Did they kill them? Most possible outcome during their raids, since they have no use for males. Food for thought for another time.

A few minutes later, the goblins let out a shriek as they called my name. I left the gorillas and made my way back to the shack, where I was greeted by the unconscious women. At the very least, they won’t freak out if they wake up to the Goblins.

I had the Goblins make some space, making sure that none of them were close to the unconscious women. I counted three, one human, two demis, with one of them being a beastman in the phase of her young adulthood.

Poor girl, so young, and yet so scarred. I swear these Goblins will get what they deserve, but now is not the time.

I roared to the heavens, attracting the attention of all the beings within the settlement and frightening the majority of the wild life who lived nearby. I stood in place, waiting for the rest of the Goblins, as well as the gorillas and the other monsters I had coerced to join.

It didn’t take too long for them to arrive. Gong, the ever-loyal gorilla that he is, took my side and bashed on his shield.

“Boss, we go now?”

“Yes, we go now,” I gave a smirk and took out the Mass Dungeon Return Stone from my inventory. Once I used the stone, my body began to flash white. The same could be said about those around me.

Goblins all around me were panicking, yelling, screaming, and flailing about. The monsters, however, were calmer since I had mentioned this to them earlier before we arrived.

Good thing they could talk as well, even if only in a broken language.

I closed my eyes, ready for the sudden teleportation to end.

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After the light show, I found myself in a forest clearing. The goblins, like the other monsters, did as well

“Boss, we go back to tasks now,” Gong piped up from beside me. I gave him a nod, as well as a pat on the arm to show him my appreciation.

“Good, thank you, Gong,” he brightened up at my comment. Moving my way through the disgruntled bodies of the green men, I glanced at each of them while analyzing them.

‘More Goblins equals more traps. The Kobolds are the same way. Orc for more tanks, but what can a solitary Lizardman do…?’

“Domino, have the primates lead the new monsters into their new lives, but take into account the new Goblins. They’ve made a serious mistake, and I’m sure I’ll punish them all once I know we’re safe,” Domino’s face appeared in my vision as I dialed her number.

“… Roger,” from her face, I could tell that she was enraged. “Goblins must… die…”

I semi-agree with that sentence, but my logical side won’t have it. I sighed and went back on my way towards the unconscious women. Why, for fuck’s sake, would the stone teleport the targets, and land them in different locations…?

Questions that would probably never be answered unless I could dissect the system of the Dungeon Menu. FYI, the Dungeon Menu and my System work in different ways.

Luckily, they landed close to each other. I hoisted one of them up and placed her on my back. I did the same with the other two and noticed how light they were.

… Screw logic, the goblins that did this will feel fucking pain when I know the Hunter Association in Kazanpan won’t throw a subjugation force at me after the Civil War is done.

Who knows, Kazanpan might lose its lord, but he can be replaced, and if the new lord thinks of me as a threat, then boom, easy subjugation force.

And now I’m regretting my earlier decision to refuse their apology… Goddamn it, emotions…

I buried those thoughts deep in my mind as I hiked back to the Dungeon Core Room. From there, I’ll be making a suitable place for these three women to stay.

I hope they don’t panic, but judging from their situation earlier… Yeah, they will panic…

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~ First Person POV (Cat girl Beastman) ~

I opened my eyes. My body was sore, and my legs refused to move. Light filtered in, and my memories of the last couple of days were hazy. I looked around and saw a dense patch of trees and grass. I was confused.

Where was I? What am I doing here? Where is my little brother…?

No, wait, he was with me yesterday… Then what happened…? Bells ringing… Fire spreading…

I paled, bile rising through my throat as I held it in through sheer willpower.

What happened? Where am I?

“E… ron… Where…” my voice was hoarse, it hurts just to even speak. My neck refused to budge as I tried to grasp what was happening.

“Ah, you’re awake,” a deep, gruff voice brought me out of my continually deteriorating mental state. I tried to see who it was that spoke, but my neck refused to move. “Please, don’t move too much. You’ve been through a harrowing experience, after all.”

Harrowing…? What harrowing experience…? The fire… Eron… Eron?

“Er…on…” my throat was still too sore to speak, so I grimaced at my predicament.

“Take it easy, I’m not going to hurt you,” the voice was now closer. I was terrified. Who was he? Why am I here? “Here, something to drink.”

I felt something grab my back and lift me to a sitting position. It felt hairy, like a hairy beastman was touching my backside. It was then, I saw him from the corner of my vision.

No, it wasn’t a him… It was an it… It was a monster…

My face paled… Am I going to die…? Eron… I still need to find Eron… He’s all I had left… I won’t die… Please… I don’t want to die…

“Calm down, you’re just going to hurt yourself more,” in his hand, I could see a cup full of water. Was it poisonous? Does this monster want me to see me suffer? “Please, drink so you can recover well.”

But somehow, the tone in his voice made me relax. The cup met my mouth as the water went down my throat, quenching my thirst and relieving my sore throat.

My vision was blurry, and darkness crept in from the side. No… Please! No! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! I want to see Eron! ERON!! EROON!!!

My eyes closed and my mind went black….