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Reborn As a Goblin With Simulation System

After Dick Grayson's untimely demise, he found himself reborn, not as a human, but as a goblin - frail in stature yet lustful and cunning by nature. A newfound life greeted him with an unusual twist: the Goblin Life Simulation System. This system, ethereal and mysterious, offered him a choice that would shape his new existence. "Congratulations, you have traversed the boundaries of a new worlds," a voice, as old as time itself, echoed in the void around him. "Before you start the simulation of rebirth. Please select your birth mother from these options: A. Saint of the Holy See of Light, a beacon of purity and grace. B. Daughter of an Imperial Noble, born into a life of privilege and power. C. A Seductive and Charismatic Succubus, whose allure is matched only by her cunning. D. A Pure Forest Elf, one with nature and the ancient magics of the forest. Choose wisely, for each brings its own destiny." The air around Dick seemed to shimmer with anticipation, the weight of his choice palpable in the stillness. "Now, select your place of birth," the voice continued, its tone imbued with an air of solemnity. A. The Large Goblin Lair, teeming with life and the harsh struggles of goblin society. B. The Giant Goblin Lair, a place of fierce warriors and unyielding survival. C. The Goblin King's Lair, where intrigue and power plays abound. D. An Ordinary Goblin Lair, humble yet filled with opportunities for the cunning. Each option seemed to unfold in his mind's eye, vivid and distinct, beckoning him to make a choice that would set the course of his new, otherworldly life. #Reborn #Goblin #Elf #+18 #Adult #Magic

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Son, Can You Save Me!

In the eerie depths of the night, a frantic cry shattered the silence, "Great Shaman! Disaster looms! A formidable goblin army is marching towards our lair!"

The lair, usually a den of dark whispers and wicked schemes, was thrown into chaos. The Great Goblin Shaman, a figure of terror and might, was abruptly torn from his vile pleasures, his victim's despairing eyes a stark contrast to his malicious glee. The shaman's grotesque enjoyment was cut short as the urgent report reached his ears, his bloodthirsty laughter replaced by a sudden surge of panic.

He donned his gray robe and staff, rushing out to witness the unfolding horror. The sight that greeted him was one of pandemonium. His once orderly domain was now a maelstrom of fear, his minions scurrying in terror from the relentless assault of spider silk raining down upon them. The unlucky ones were pinned mercilessly to the ground, their struggles futile against the sticky prison.