Chapter 217

Having fed the bellies of several dozen subordinates, Sha Ge, as the chieftain, now had to consider the matter of 'settling down'.

Staying in the southern stream definitely won't work; for the first‑kill reward, players pounce on wild monsters like wolves seeing meat.

With only a handful of us who can't even defeat a chicken, we're easily drafted as cannon fodder.

But as a low‑level employee in the advertising department of a juice company, he can't even get the resource allocation right in RTS games, let alone in 'reality'.

Fortunately, he's liked historical stories since childhood, so he knows the importance of pooling ideas and strength.

And now, he fortunately has a professional‑matched old grandfather inside him.

"Mad King, what do you think?"

After the earlier quarrel, the Mad King had been silent for a long time, probably sulking at this body‑stealing thief.

After a long while, he finally spat out a cold sentence.

【I don't know!】

Well, that's basically the best answer, right?

No choice; Sha Ge had to start a temporary livestream, hoping the viewers could give him some advice.

"Dear viewers, I plan to lead my goblin folk to establish a tribe, what do you think…"

【First】

【Wait, isn't the streamer playing *Code Name: Yangyue*? How is he building a tribe then!?】

【I have a plan: let's find a highland with a spring, preferably with few trees, so no one can surround us like dumplings.】

【Remember to patrol the surroundings, keep good relations with neighbors, and definitely avoid running into the guns of a powerful tribe.】

Following the chat's guidance, Sha Ge successfully found a small hill with sparse trees.

Although the underground plain lacks towering mountains or natural barriers, occupying a high point is still advantageous.

And after the baby tortoise‑back beasts scouted around, we discovered a clean spring eye under a few stones on the hilltop.

After merely clearing away the piled‑up rocks and gravel, a steady stream of clear water gushed out, with a decent flow.

"With land and water, food can be obtained by raiding dungeons… Alright, let's build our tribe here!"

After a thorough investigation of the young of the turtle-backed beast, they also found a clean spring source under a few stones on the mountain top.

The little greenskins immediately cheered, and even the baby tortoise‑back beasts rolled around in delight.

「With land and water, food is no problem—we can just get supplies from the underground city…… That's enough, let's establish a Tribe here! 」

"Not so fast—don't just celebrate, hurry up and help with the work!"

Sha Ge, or rather Lin Luo, is essentially a very laid‑back person.

Not to mention reality, he hardly has any friends online either.

So in the following days, he gathered wilderness‑survival tutorials while leading his people to build a shelter.

No matter how other players busied themselves with diplomacy or trade routes, he simply tended his modest plot of land in peace.

While other players risked everything to find hotspots and pull off daring stunts, he managed to run the quietest game livestream on the whole network.

Unfortunately, few wanted to watch a bunch of loincloth‑wearing goblins swinging axes and sweating profusely.

Nor did many have the patience to watch the clumsy construction of an ugly vine‑and‑stick hut from start to finish.

Thus, after the hype died down, the viewers who appeared in his livestream and videos also became like‑minded laid‑back folks.

And Sha Ge was happy with that, chatting with viewers during work breaks, consulting the chat when development issues arose, and playing quite leisurely.

The original *Electronic Pet Mad King Legend* was simply renamed by him from episode four onward to *Goblin Tribe Wilderness Survival Log*.

Until a couple of days ago, a global game announcement suddenly popped up in the lower‑right corner of his view.

And Sha Ge was also happy to do so; during breaks from work he chatted with the viewers, and when development issues arose he'd ask the bullet comments for advice, making the gameplay quite leisurely.

He pondered a moment, thinking that since the game is essentially an online game, he should at least take part, and also check how others are progressing.

The result: upon glancing outside the mine cave, the small hill was packed with people, each a fully equipped professional.

Initially, a united hundred players could take on three thousand goblins head‑on; now over a thousand players have banded together…

"How about that? I told you our players are formidable, so don't even think about revenge."

【Get lost, get lost! I don't want to hear you speak!】

These days the Mad King still usually stays silent, but occasionally he can't help but utter a couple of sentences.

Although most of his remarks are mockery or insults when Sha Ge makes a mistake,

but according to the psychology‑savvy commenters, this means he's about to succeed in taming the eagle.

Sha Ge had no intention of standing out, so he didn't rush forward; he followed the main force into the residential area.

Nevertheless, his mainly observational, laid‑back playstyle wasn't without gain; he noticed those few who had likewise chosen an oddball start and were now unlucky.

But according to the psychology-savvy viewers in the bullet comments, this means he's about to succeed in taming the hawk.

【That's too abstract—really someone would pick this start?】

【Chief, these folks look like premier talent—why not snap them up right away?】

Amid the teasing and goading of the chat, Sha Ge thought it over and finally decided to give contact a try.

And when he saw a hulking greenskin over three meters tall, with a tiger's back and bear's waist, a fierce visage, and the ID 【Killer Goblin】 striding toward him,

the 【Troll King】 goblin, the 【Desert Death God】 gnoll, and the 【Bio‑Demon】 slime were all bewildered.

"This brother… this big brother, why did you choose such a start?"

Sha Ge leaned on his axe and scratched his head.

"Back then I thought being a goblin chieftain sounded mighty, so I picked it—what about you?"

"Hey brother... hey big brother, why would you pick such a start?"

Sha Ge leaned on his axe, scratched his head.

"At the time I thought the Goblin Chieftain sounded pretty imposing, so I picked it—what about you guys?"

……

Exactly, they chose the big green skin because it's strong.

Why the hell did I pick this kind of pitfall opening?!

Such a sharp question pierced the hearts of the three, almost making them tear up on the spot.

Still, having been deprived of the Death God title by 【Only Seeking One Death】, now he can only be called Gou Tou, and this guy has a big heart.

He shrugged his shoulders resentfully and self-mockingly said.

"I originally just wanted to have fun, but ended up being the joke……"

"It's fine, it's fine, we won't cry."

After offering a word of comfort, Sha Ge pointed outside the cave.

"Actually, in my opinion, with our levels, there's probably no need to participate in the upcoming battle."

"Perfect, my place is pretty big; I often help some little demihumans—why not come over and sit awhile?"

The Slime, which had been lying limp on the ground, sprang up at those words.

"Your place?!"

"Yeah, you might not know, but I've already built a small Goblin Tribe relying on my chieftain status."

"Huh?"

Gou Tou also raised his voice and widened his eyes.

"Damn, man, I thought your 【Chieftain】 was just a bloodline term, but you actually have turf?"

The Troll is essentially a goblin; hearing that, he slapped his thigh even more.

"All goblins? Awesome! This wave I must join the big forces!"

Sha Ge originally wanted to recruit players for help; seeing everyone eagerly participate, he naturally hurried to greet them.

"All right, no problem, let's go."

"Go go go……"

Possibly because they were all demihumans, the four got along fairly well in conversation along the way.

In this process, Sha Ge gradually learned about the other's real-world occupation and identity.

Because it moves too slowly, the Slime, which can only be packed up and carried away in a bamboo basket, is actually a young, promising renowned doctor.

The one responsible for carrying him, the Gou Tou person, is his real-life friend, a recently famous toy designer.

And the goblin whose blood pressure spikes upon seeing the rough wooden houses as soon as he arrives at the Tribe is a vlogger famous for building tiny microscopic houses.

"Looking at it this way, we guys are truly a perfect match professionally."

With these few like-minded helpers, the Tribe's development immediately went smoothly.

And with the help of various supplies and tools in the mall, construction and planning gradually became well-organized.

At least after squeezing in a bit, all the goblins can crawl into the thatched huts to sleep, instead of continuing to use the sky as a blanket and the earth as a bed, vying to be little waifs.

Of course, as the Great Chieftain, Sha Ge cannot just let others do all the work.

With his help, the other three also successfully changed classes, becoming three apprentice mages.

"Wait, how come I'm the only warrior?"

"My appearance is already ugly enough, so of course I need to quickly pick a mage class to balance things out."

Just then, the era of traveling merchants arrived, and they were discovered by players running amok everywhere.

"Amazing, there's even a goblin Tribe belonging to us here?"

After the initial surprise, Fu Le, who had toured the Tribe, also came up with an idea.

"If that's the case, I suggest you guys simply form a guild to make things easier later on!"

"Exactly!"

They then gathered together, discussed it, and straightforwardly established a guild called 【Mage Battle Team】.

"Wait, why not call it Green Mood? Except for Gou Tou, everyone else is green."

"Rejected!"

Originally everything was developing smoothly, but just now, a few people suddenly arrived at the foot of this uncontested small hill.

The warehouse was robbed of more than half its contents; Xie Er Dun, as Ji Ming had expected, dared not report it, but instead tried to find a way to plug the gap.

As for how to fill the gap, it's simple—just copy what others do and take it from other Tribes.

So he sent out three squads to sweep those weak Tribes, looting their weapons and food.

And, by sheer coincidence, one of them ended up near the Goblin Tribe.

"Huh? When did a bunch of goblins appear here? Last time I came, there clearly weren't any."

The four each had their own jobs, so they couldn't stay online constantly like professional players; thus, aside from night, the Tribe basically remained in an unattended state.

Moreover, in just a few days, just managing to arrange everyone's food, clothing, housing, and transport was already good; they didn't even have time to set up defenses or military training.

"What, just a bunch of scrawny, defenseless goblins?"

So after sending out scouts to make a round and confirming there were no strong individuals in the Tribe, the mercenaries hastily launched an attack.

Goblins are by nature a timid species; seeing six or seven fierce humans charging up the slope, they immediately fell into disarray.

Although in the chaos a few somewhat stronger ones wanted to resist, they were no match for the mercenaries.

They couldn't land a single blow; they could only be kicked in the ribs by one person, breaking them, and lie on the ground vomiting blood.

They easily crushed the goblins' resistance, yet the mercenaries weren't happy.

After all, according to ancient legend, anything guarded by an evil dragon must be a treasure of extreme rarity.

So conversely, what good could a Tribe lacking even basic combat power possibly have?

But upon opening the sturdiest-looking wooden house in the Tribe, almost every mercenary couldn't help but rub their eyes.

Iron axe, iron saw, sword shield, long spear... ah?

The squad captain frowned, personally picked up a long blade and performed two moves before daring to confirm it was the real deal.

How could this bunch of savage, primitive goblins have so many good things?

Could it be that a merchant caravan nearby was plundered, and some leftover goods ended up in their hands?

The squad captain didn't care about all that, directly ignoring his subordinates' doubts and discussion.

Hmph, no matter why, this batch of goods is ours anyway! Brothers, take it!

But as soon as his words fell, he felt a strong golden light flash before his eyes.

After his vision recovered, he gradually lifted his head and discovered an extraordinarily tall goblin standing before him.

His face full of flesh, tusks protruding, the goblin chieftain lowered his eyes, yet showed a look of doubt.

Hmm, how could there be humans in the tribe?

Sha Ge had just returned to reality and eaten a takeout, completely unaware of what was happening here.

But seeing his chieftain finally return, the goblins who had suffered a great injustice immediately clamored.

This reminded him to look around; he saw a few red-named monsters bearing the 【Mercenary】 tag, and also saw his clansmen vomiting blood...

Eh!? You damned dog!

The chieftain flew into a rage, directly drawing that double-bladed giant axe.

Under such might, the mercenary squad captain could only gape, his lips trembling as he uttered a sentence.

Hiss, can we reconcile?

Reconcile? At this time? Little thing, you're not joking, are you?

No matter how you say it, he also brought out three mages, and a super goblin with old-grandfather one-on-one tutoring in his brain.

Just a few rotten tomatoes and spoiled potatoes—how could they be a match for Sha Ge?

Naturally, combining wood-element magic with a few punches, he knocked them all down without even using weapons.

He threw the mercenaries together, then hurried over to the injured goblins.

Fortunately, those primitive and lowly creatures are often more resilient; at least from the system's status display, they appear unharmed.

And with the crisis resolved, he finally had time to ponder carefully.

No way, although they say the game officials love to trap people, but...

This is too much of a trap!

His tribe had only been open for three days, could it possibly spawn a wipe-out sweep?

And given Sha Ge's nature, with people blocking the door, these mercenaries, even if not killed, cannot be let off so easily!

First he nicely treated them to a sandbag punch, then he fiercely chopped his axe into the ground.

Say, what are you guys here for?

Mercenaries often have a dual nature of cunning and honesty, but now, after being beaten into pig heads, they are clearly good kids.

They chattered away, explaining the situation honestly, even forming several pairs of in-laws on the spot.

Stop stop stop, damn it, I'm live streaming!

Who's still typing on New Year's Eve?

Ah, it's me after all, wishing everyone a happy New Year.