Chapter 38: A New Threat?
Byung noticed everything was coming along nicely. Maui observed how his presence commanded a certain degree of respect from everyone who looked his way. She was no longer shocked by this, but she began to notice something else—Maui found herself interested in Byung beyond the scope of her mission.
There was something about him. She was drawn to him regardless of what he did. Every action he took was exciting, unpredictable—so different from what she was used to.
She watched as he conversed with others, though her eyes also scanned the surroundings, noting areas she planned to explore later. Maui noticed Murkfang was nowhere to be seen, nor was Gribnox. They must have their hands full—or rather, their cocks.
This could work in their favor. She looked over at Byung and gestured for him to come closer.
Byung had no problem listening to her. She knew more about this world than he did, and it would be stupid not to pay attention to her.
"What is it?" Byung asked in a whisper.
"These goblins are in need of leadership," Maui informed him.
That much, Byung already knew. Murkfang lacked ambition, and so did Gribnox. Byung knew it wouldn’t be difficult to convince Gribnox to step down, so long as he could provide him with a steady stream of women to keep him company. After all, who would want the burden of leadership when they could reap the rewards without lifting a finger?
Murkfang, however, was an unknown variable. There was no telling what that goblin wanted. He was the one who had hastened the promotion ceremony, and the same goblin who had shown a peculiar interest in Byung’s potential. Byung had many questions about him, but he was smart enough to keep that curiosity to himself. It was as though Murkfang didn’t want to spook him.
Murkfang had given him the go-ahead and even bent the rules to ensure Byung was comfortable. That wasn’t the action of a goblin without plans.
Byung’s plan was clear—take over the mine, then the province, and eventually lead the goblins in a more definite direction.
"That is true," Byung admitted, "but they only recognize Murkfang and Gribnox as their leaders."
"Are you sure about that?" Maui asked, pointing at the forges that had been erected and the weapons being smelted within them.
These were no longer crude stone replicas. The new tools were solid and practical, making work faster, easier, and far more efficient. It was clear the goblins had been working overtime, and their efforts were paying off.
Byung could see his creation coming to life, and it was beautiful. He had held up his end of the bargain. At this rate, the quota would be met with ease. But this was only the beginning of his ambition.
"Tell me, what do you know about the King of Goblins?" Byung asked suddenly.
It was a strange question, considering Maui was an orc. By all logic, Byung should know more about his own people than she did.
"The Goblin King? They actually believe that’s real?" Maui tried to hide her smile so the working goblins around them wouldn’t notice.
"What do you mean?" Byung pressed.
"Ask any goblin if they’ve ever seen this King," Maui said. She was surprised the goblins never questioned the existence of a ruler they had never laid eyes on.
This once again showed how dim they were on their own. But Byung had done something no goblin had ever thought to do—he questioned and sought knowledge about the world he lived in.
"The Goblin King was a tool to keep them in check. Look at these filths—do you really think they can have a king?" Maui blurted out carelessly, forgetting for a second that Byung was one of them.
"It’s just like religion..." Byung thought, rubbing his chin. Byung still had no explanation for the dead goblin he had seen in that mine.
He didn’t care what Maui had said, but it made sense. The goblins were satisfied with their miserable lifestyle because they believed a king had told them to endure it. But if that king didn’t exist, it meant they were being exploited.
"Wait—why did I tell him that!?" Maui cursed herself. She couldn’t understand why she became so loose-lipped around him. This slip-up couldn’t happen again. Now Byung knew the Goblin King wasn’t real.
But what struck her was his reaction. He didn’t look surprised at all. And why would he? What kind of king would let his people slave away like this?
"Thank you for being honest with me, Maui," Byung said sincerely.
The gratitude in his tone sent a strange warmth through her. The validation she received from him felt different.
"There is something wrong with me..." Maui realized, noticing the change in her own behavior.
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Meanwhile, Gribnox was snoring loudly, utterly drained. His balls were empty, and he didn’t care what was happening around him. This was his ideal life.
The two orc women beside him, however, were restless. They wondered why Murkfang hadn’t touched either of them. Gribnox couldn’t even satisfy them, and they found themselves craving the fluids of Byung.
Everything else paled in comparison. It was as if their very instincts had been permanently altered by Byung’s seed. They couldn’t stop craving it. Compared to that, Gribnox’s release was bottom barrel, making Byung’s essence all the more addictive.
Still, Gribnox was clever enough not to finish inside them. Even though the chances of pregnancy were low, should it occur, the birth would not be successful. To him, it was a waste of good flesh.
Naz and Naruz knew their mission, and they were making headway with Gribnox. He was far more susceptible to manipulation than Murkfang.
Murkfang was different. He was cautious, suspicious, and had yet to lay a finger on them. It was as if he had deliberately given them to Gribnox to keep him occupied.
Naz and Naruz soon realized—Byung wasn’t the only one they needed to keep an eye on.