The day came to an end and dawn snuck up on the blindfolded goblins. They would have been given a chance to pack up their things, or at least this was what the young goblins thought
before coming here.
However, they had no personal belongings considering they didn't even have names.
Byung knew money was the top priority in this world as in any other, but how much could he invent that hadn't already been invented?
This was the big question. Byung expected this place to be far more advanced, mistaking the goblins' civilization for one that had been left behind.
The moment the blindfold left their faces, they couldn't believe their eyes.
The goblins that came into sight made the muscular ones look small because they were all ripped to shreds.
However, this was just like any other mine; one could think of this as a level-up.
The goblins here were stronger and bigger than the ones they were used to, but this only meant that it was a harder mine they were brought to.
There wasn't much excitement in that, and Byung realized that this was a ladder composed of manual labour.
Byung and the rest were taken to a different location, showing they might not be working these mines, but the goblins here looked much more relaxed.
Byung knew if the materials and resources here were better than the ones back there, then there was no doubt he would be able to invent more things.
It felt different from the last one because they were eating in broad daylight and laughing.
They were led into a room, but Byung was confused as to why the structures there were run down.
He expected it to be different in all honesty, but it was clear they lacked any architectural integrity and that was the first thing he planned to change.
Byung had already gathered relevant information and noticed the goblins were like an underdeveloped species that had no interest in evolution.
Their primary concern was reproduction, and who could blame them? They had short lifespans, so the only way they wouldn't go extinct was by finding as many women as possible.
Byung's eyes caught sight of Gribnox, but he was the only one who seemed to recognize him.
"He came with the other one that day, didn't he?" Byung thought to himself.
He lifted his head and his eyes met that of Byung, but Byung looked away immediately.
He understood how fragile their egos were, and if it was challenged in any way, it had the potential to escalate into a fight.
These lots were violent and Byung didn't want anything to do with that way of life.
Byung stopped in his tracks while the others kept walking and walked towards the injured Gribnox.
The injury might look minimal but the pus building up within said otherwise.
"Hey, you! Get back in line!" the goblin leading them barked at Byung, but he wasn't paying attention.
He had already gained favour with the other goblin, and it wouldn't hurt to be in this one's good graces.
"Hello…" Byung greeted with a smile, but Gribnox had no interest in him.
Gribnox glared at the goblin who was in charge of leading them, but before he could retrieve Byung to put him in line,
"Your ear is infected. I could fix that," Byung said, but before Gribnox could give a response, Byung was yanked away.
"Huh?" Byung muttered under his breath.
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"What do you mean you found a goblin of high quality?" an orc questioned, but he was dressed in fancy clothes and a giant axe hanging from his back, showing he held some sort of position in his town compared to the other man who looked a lot less impressive as he was dressed in plain clothes with no weapons on him.
"I know it sounds crazy, but I have a reliable source," the other orc responded with a raised brow.
"You mean your whore? Don't make me laugh. We are a race of superior beings yet you listen to one that spreads her legs for a beast?" the orc responded with a disgusted look.
"But if what you're saying is true, then I think I will pay this little goblin village a visit," the orc added.
"Are you sure that is a good idea, Borg?" the other orc questioned because it was rare for any race to visit the goblins because there was nothing to see.
The place stunk and the infrastructure was below par, but the goblins were also protective when it came to this because of the mines.
"What can I say? It is time to meet my nephew," Borg responded with a sinister smirk.
There was animosity between the goblins and orcs, they disliked each other more than anything, and the thought that the supposed promising goblin had their blood coursing through its veins rubbed salt in their wounds.
Borg was a man who was rising through the ranks, he hated the goblins, and the fact that his sister copulated with one made him hate her in turn.
Borg was the embodiment of years of hatred between these two races because they were so different despite being so similar.
And the fact that the outside world lumped them in together didn't do anyone any favours because they lacked the resources of the goblins.
And other races refused to deal with them due to the similar features they shared with goblins without the resources the goblins held, which forced them to work with their enemies.
Borg always believed that they should rush the mines and take away everything the goblins held; the orcs were warriors, so working the mines wouldn't be anything. If anything, they would be more effective.
Borg hated this, but there was a peace pact in place, but Borg believed only the goblins benefited from it.