[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-goblin-king-my-innate-skill-is-op":3,"chapter-goblin-king-my-innate-skill-is-op-goblin-king-my-innate-skill-is-op-chapter-6":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Goblin King: My Innate Skill Is OP",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1335726,1780,"Chapter 6: Grief","goblin-king-my-innate-skill-is-op-chapter-6",6,"\u003Cp>My feelings were still hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was this close to slapping the little runt on the back of the head, but I held back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system helpfully identified him for me:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thok - Goblin Grunt Lv 1]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grunt. Yeah, that checked out. No wonder he attacked with his eyes closed earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crossed my arms, giving him a pointed look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, Thok. Tell me—who is this Drugar?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thok straightened up like I’d just asked him to recite the Goblin Constitution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir, Totem!\" he said, his voice eager and nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drugar is god. Drugar bless goblins. Victory to goblin. Pray to Drugar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, so Drugar was their god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it. But why are you calling me Totem?\" I asked, raising an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Totem blessed by Drugar!\" Thok said, his tone reverent, as if explaining the obvious to a child. \"Totems do magic. Totem powerful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh. So that was it. They thought my insane powers were a result of divine intervention from their god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, trying not to laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This misunderstanding was... convenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A god-blessed warrior? Yeah, I could roll with that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that’s why Zzok had dropped its weapon so quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was respect. Reverence, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This tattoo on my shoulder wasn’t just some random mark; it symbolized something sacred to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, anyone bearing it was considered blessed by their god, Drugar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone untouchable. Someone to be worshiped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization made me stand a little taller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not gonna lie, it felt good to be looked at like that, even if the attention was a bit... intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking of which, I caught one goblin staring at me a little too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its gaze was intense, unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—did it just wink at me? I swear it just winked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nope. Nope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We are not going there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We reached the clan base—a small, unimpressive cave tucked into the side of a hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the ground was littered with goblin bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their broken, lifeless forms were strewn haphazardly, some still clutching their crude weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzok’s face twisted with rage and grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! We’re too late!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without waiting, he sprinted into the cave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the goblins followed, and I hesitated for half a second before going in after them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, it was worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The narrow passage reeked of blood and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More bodies were piled along the walls, some slumped in corners, others sprawled out as if they had tried to crawl away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear this wasn’t just a fight—it was a slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was beyond brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bodies of children, female, and juvenile goblins were scattered throughout the cave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torn apart, pummeled, and crushed—it was a massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hobgoblins didn’t just kill; they destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer brutality was written in every broken limb and every shattered expression frozen on the faces of the fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzok moved slowly through the carnage, his heavy footsteps echoing in the suffocating silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes fell on the small, lifeless body of a juvenile goblin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kneeling down, he gently picked up the tiny form, cradling it in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he just stared at it, as if willing it to move, to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a cracked voice that shattered the heavy air, he wailed, \"No!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cry was raw, primal—a sound that echoed the kind of grief words couldn’t capture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streamed down his face, and his sobs wracked his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the goblins, once fueled by purpose, froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their weapons dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their shoulders slumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they sank to the ground, overcome by the weight of their loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their home was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their family was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cave, once a place of life and warmth, now felt cold, and empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was touching in a way I hadn’t expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite their crude language and savage ways, this moment stripped all of that away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now they seemed less like monsters and more like people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People who had just lost everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whatever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As heartwarming or depressing as their grief session was, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not at the scene of course I have a heart, but at the fact that I had completed one of the tasks of the daily quest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grinning, I mentally brought up my system window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Daily Quest:]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sprint for 3 kilometers without stopping {Completed}]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Scale a steep hill or a tall tree {Incomplete}]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Carry heavy 25-40kg rocks or logs while walking for 3 kilometers {Incomplete}]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Evade 20 thrown projectiles from fellow goblins or traps {Incomplete}]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Warning: Incompletion of task will lead to punishment]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three more tasks to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it rude to leave and go scale a tree right now to complete the second task while my green brothers were mourning their families?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, probably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I care? Absolutely not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning on my heel, I prepared to leave them to their misery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I didn’t keep up with this daily quest nonsense, who knew what kind of punishment the system would cook up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I wasn’t interested in finding out so I left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as I was about to step out, the sound of shuffling footsteps echoed through the cave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned back, and my eyes landed on a group of four goblins entering the cavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two were standard grunts, nothing special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the third was a female goblin—thin, wiry, with sharp eyes darting around like she was assessing the situation. She was pretty. Kinda sexy. Petite and curvy with almond eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An exotic beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was in love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there was the fourth one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also a female. But boy...oh boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shut my eyes like Thok did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wish I could unsee it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was especially ugly with saggy skin, and what could only be described as gravity-defying saggy boobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like someone had taken a goblin, left it in the sun to dry, and then brought it back to life with necromancy. Oh, my eyes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, maybe I was over-exaggerating as she seemed old. But still, ugly\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old goblin’s gaze shifted to me, and her eyes narrowed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, I could feel the judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it scared me.\u003C\u002Fp>",1027,"2026-06-05T20:04:07.798Z",1,"novelbin.me","ded92241cbb9cf37845970dc692b9ca7ddae4846e2d2771059ccc3baf21ce0e3","goblin-king-my-innate-skill-is-op-chapter-90","goblin-king-my-innate-skill-is-op-chapter-89",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fgoblin-king-my-innate-skill-is-op-cover.jpg"]