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Goblin Dungeon Master

A boy dies and wakes up in a strange world as a goblin. He soon realizes he's a Dungeon Master, in charge of a spooky and dangerous dungeon. No longer human, he becomes obsessed with power and will do anything to get it. He creates traps and calls forth scary monsters to protect his dungeon. As he learns more about dark magic, his dungeon turns into a place of nightmares. He must defeat other dungeon masters, capture strong creatures, and use powerful spells to reach his goal. The boy-turned-goblin will do whatever it takes to grow his evil empire, facing heroes and adventurers who try to stop him. His journey is full of darkness, betrayal, and lots of scary stuff. **Note to Readers:** This story has adult themes, lots of violence, and many evil things. Please read with caution.

Dead_ghost · Fantasy

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Taking Over the Goblin village

Ragnar woke up from the cold, dark floor. His body ached from the hard surface. Stretching, he rose and left his room.

Outside, the guard goblins were diligently watching over the cave, while the rest slept scattered around. As one goblin noticed Ragnar's presence, it shouted, and all the goblins woke up and kneeled before him.

Ragnar looked at the goblins forming a line in front of him. He pondered what to do today. He wanted to take over the goblin village as soon as possible, but he also needed to address the food issue—he didn't want to eat that terrible goblin meat again.

"Show me the dungeon status," he told the system.

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**Dungeon Status**

Name: [Unknown]

DP: 275

Floors: 1

Inhabitants: Goblins: 57

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Ragnar was surprised by the amount of DP. He asked the system about it.

<< Every goblin generates 10 DP per day if it stays inside the dungeon. >>

Ragnar's mood lifted at this news. Without delay, he visited the shop and surfed through the available items.

First, he bought the Fireball skill. A scroll appeared in front of him out of thin air.

<< Do you wish to learn the Fireball skill? Yes/No >>

"Yes," Ragnar confirmed.

<< Congratulations! You have learned the F rank skill: [Fireball]. >>

Skill: [Fireball]

Description: Allows the user to conjure a small ball of fire and hurl it at a target.

Mana cost : Depends on the size of the fireball

Eager to try it out, Ragnar focused on activating the Fireball skill. He raised his hand, concentrating on a point a few feet away. A small, flickering flame appeared in his palm, growing steadily into a glowing orb of fire. He felt the heat emanating from it, the energy thrumming through his veins.

Ragnar hurled the fireball at a nearby wall. It shot forward, leaving a trail of light, and struck the rock with a burst of heat and light, leaving a scorch mark.

"Not bad," he muttered, satisfied with the result.

He returned to the shop, this time purchasing the Healing Touch skill for 75 DP and a steel dagger for 50 DP. Another scroll appeared for the Healing Touch skill.

<< Do you wish to learn the Healing Touch skill? Yes/No >>

"Yes," he confirmed again.

<< Congratulations! You have received the E rank skill: [Healing Touch]. >>

Skill: [Healing Touch]

Description: Allows the user to heal minor wounds and injuries by touch.

Mana cost: Depends on the size of the wond

With his new skills and weapon, Ragnar felt more prepared. He also bought a few rusty knives for his goblins. The steel dagger felt solid and well-balanced in his hand, a significant improvement over his previous weapon. He played with it a bit, enjoying the sharpness and weight.

He then distributed the rusty knives among the goblins who stood out for their strength.

With newfound motivation, Ragnar decided to conquer the goblin village today. He took half of the goblins from the hunting team with him, while the other half was ordered to collect food.

"Let's move," Ragnar commanded, leading his force through the dense forest. The goblins followed closely, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

As they neared the village, Ragnar signaled for them to halt. They crouched in the underbrush, observing the village from a distance.

The goblin village wasn't as bustling as it had been yesterday. Only a few goblins were outside the huts, moving cautiously and glancing around nervously. It seemed that after losing several members mysteriously, the goblins were too afraid to venture out.

Ragnar realized they would have to change their strategy. According to the goblins Ragnar had already captured, this village's goblins followed their Hobgoblin chief. If Ragnar could take it down, he would likely be able to control the entire village.

He turned to the goblin next to him. "Tell me more about this Hobgoblin chief."

The goblin, a bit smarter than the average, nodded. "Chief is big, strong. All goblins listen to him."

Ragnar considered this. "Hey, system, what exactly is a Hobgoblin?"

<< Hobgoblin: The second stage of a goblin's evolution, significantly stronger and smarter than a regular goblin. >>

"I thought so," Ragnar muttered. He didn't know exactly how strong a Hobgoblin might be, but at level 3, his stats were now 10 to 20 times those of an average goblin. He felt fairly confident about taking down the village chief.

"Follow me," he ordered his goblins. They moved silently through the underbrush and entered the village.

The village goblins tensed and watched warily, but none moved to stop them. Ragnar led his group toward the biggest hut in the village. It was a bit larger and sturdier than the other shabby huts, with a rough wooden door and walls.

Ragnar approached the hut, his new steel dagger gleaming in his hand. As he neared the entrance, a goblina, twice the size of an average goblin, emerged from within. Her vibrant green skin and tousled green hair contrasted sharply with the dullness of her surroundings. In her hand, she wielded a large, rough-hewn axe. The axe had a wooden handle with signs of wear, wrapped with cloth for a better grip. Her expression and stance were aggressive, ready to defend her territory.

What surprised Ragnar the most was that the goblin girl was wearing clothes. Though ragged and torn in places, it was the first time he had seen a goblin wearing any sort of clothing.

"Grrrrwrr!! Grrrrrr!" she shouted, her voice a guttural growl that echoed around the village.

"What the heck is she even talking about?" Ragnar muttered to himself, bewildered by her sudden appearance and aggressive stance.

One of the goblins behind him stepped forward and quickly explained. "She say, Why you here?"

Ragnar took a step forward, trying to appear confident despite the girl's menacing presence. "I'm here to take over this village," he announced.

The hobgoblina snarled, tightening her grip on the axe. "You no take village! You die here!" she yelled, preparing to charge at Ragnar.

With no further warning, she lunged at Ragnar, swinging the axe in a powerful arc. Ragnar sidestepped just in time, feeling the rush of air as the axe passed dangerously close. He countered with a quick slash of his dagger, aiming for her exposed arm. The blade cut through her skin, drawing a line of blood, but she barely flinched.

Ragnar was surprised by the village chief's strength. She was stronger than what he had expected. With fury, the village chief was relentless in her attacks. Ragnar barely dodged them. He ordered his other goblins to distract her. They started to attack her from various directions, but none of them could keep up with her strength and speed. Given her larger size, she could cover a wide range, swinging her axe with brutal efficiency.

She cut a few goblins in half within minutes, but the goblins didn't stop. They continued to attack even when their hands and legs were chopped off. The relentless assault gave Ragnar the chance to sneak behind her. He gathered all his strength and delivered a full-force kick to the Hobgoblina's leg. Both their legs broke under the impact, sending her crashing to the ground.

Insane pain assaulted Ragnar. His own body couldn't keep up with his strength. Ragnar cursed his weak body but focused on his target. He pointed his hand toward the Hobgoblina, who was trying to crawl away from the goblins. She was heavily wounded.

He used his fireball skill. A burning red flame appeared in his hand and flew towards the Hobgoblina. As soon as it hit her, she let out a high-pitched scream. After a few seconds, a message appeared, and Ragnar ordered his goblins to stop.

<< Authority of [Pride] has been activated >>

<< 25% of the Hobgoblins strength has been transferred to the host >>

Every time Ragnar enslaved someone stronger than him, 25% of their strength was transferred to him. He felt his strength growing every time his stats increased. But this time, the feeling was different. He felt strength coursing through his body in a way he had never felt before.

Once the sensation subsided, he tried to activate his healing touch, but due to mana deficiency, he lost consciousness.

When Ragnar woke up, he found himself in a wooden hut. As he looked around, he saw the goblin chief sitting beside his bed with a concerned expression. As soon as she saw him wake up, she stood and knelt before him.