PRUSO: Serpent Queen Attention Is Online
goburou part 1
POV specific goblin
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Goblins are one of the weakest demi-humans with a higher reproductive rate than other demi-humans who are the only privileges of this race.
And that is my race, the goburou son of the goblin chieftain who has 53 children and I am the oldest now after 12 other brothers died because of the weakness of our race.
Our weak race is often targeted as a target for conquistadors for novice adventurers, until finally the beginners who are experienced enough decide to destroy our village.
After losing my father's place of residence as tribal chief had no other choice but to evacuate. And choose we have only seek refuge in the village of Lamia emerald green scale. A village that had a high level of tolerance on other demi-human races.
But it turned out that it wasn't just the goblin race that had this idea. Many other demi-human races have the same problem as we seek refuge in this village. The village elder kindly accepted the arrival of the entire group and gave us a separate place to live but other problems arose.
Due to overcrowding causes concerning food problems. Until we had to eat the flesh of other races obtained from orc swords to survive. Not enough to get there, the chief also often brought women from other races who were abductees to be used as toys.
I know that everything my father did was wrong, repaying the village's kindness by doing this. But at that time nothing made me think that our actions were wrong when I myself felt the difference of a beautiful elf woman with my own boyfriend in bed.
“Isn't that a good item nak”
Said my father when I was filled with lust playing with the elf with my 9 brothers. It was so incredible that I thought of kidnapping women from other races to become slaves just for myself.
But our comfortable life did not last long because for the second time our village was attacked but this time it was very different.
Hundreds of troops from Lamia village who had been protecting us turned to attack. They burned down the houses of the people but as if avoiding murder they only killed the goblins that Mawan.
In front of my own eyes my father was executed. Without a fight because they cannot fight. Dad's screams rang out in the burning village as the girl with the big horn pulled her head off and she showed her head to the rest of the frightened goblins.
“Weak, pathetic, useless that's goblin. Instead of living as parasites you better be my guinea pig
With words full of insults the girl threw my father's head in front of me. My eyes were glaring like they were looking at me like someone who felt great pain, very different from the perverted face when he was playing with the demi-humans he had kidnapped.
For the umpteenth time we as the weakest demi-human race are reminded of our rightful place. Overpowered by the fear of all the goblins who were in the village without a fight were taken to the hell that the girl had created.
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Live with fear every day in a hell filled with screaming sounds. Thousands of prisoners of various races including humans were enslaved to work in the mines. But it's not just the usual mines in this prison but at the same time a strange research place involving parasitic insects placed in the bodies of guinea pigs that are none other than us prisoners.
When we first established life in this prison It was really difficult, every day we were given orc meat obtained from dungeons that felt very hard and difficult to eat, whereas we must continue to mine with quotas that must be met every day if the quota is not met then we will be taken to the third area of the research in Diman done.
In desperation I and the 12 remaining families including my mother tried very hard to meet the mine quota every day. Fortunately, the mine we occupy as a territory for goblins has an abundant amount of mining materials so we do not have to worry.
But of course there will be no calm in this hell. Other races that saw the goblin race always meet the quota began to feel suspicious until they found out if our mine area had an abundant supply of materials making every race in the mine intend to seize our place.
Fear of stronger races like our orcs and beastmen without a fight left the area and looked for a new mining ground.
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There is no hierarchy in this place. Whenever anyone tried to power using force, they would be picked up by the officers and loaded into area 3.
The officer who was a demi-human warrior who had become a guinea pig was an extremely ferocious monster. They often stop by area 2 to find snacks. Yep they're looking for naughty prisoners to eat. Every time a guard enters the area there must be a prisoner missing.
But things changed a bit after 1 Week we were in this prison, After the mine manager was handed over to the Golem named Airin life in this cave for the better.
The mine quota was reduced so we could breathe. But even though life is better there is no intention even for me to live in this prison to spend the rest of my life.
And that opportunity finally came.
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“Congratulations to you useless creatures, you have made me happy”
The female demon spoke as she addressed the thousands of prisoners gathered in the middle of the vast area 2.
“All the mining products you get become capital for the construction of the city of Lamia until this city has a chance to become a kingdom. but unfortunately you who are just a pile of dirt are not patas to see the majesty of the city that we have developed”
Was it because the 10 mutant soldiers standing behind him made the prisoners not dare to attack him? Nope.
There are currently more than 2o thousand prisoners collected in area 2. No matter how great their mutant soldiers may be, they will not be able to defend against these prisoners.
So why don't we do the rebels?
It was because the female demon that kept emitting an aura of intimidation of hers was not a joke. By just feeling the aura alone 20 thousand prisoners here already know if the idea of rebels is just a plan to kill themselves.
He's a lot, a lot stronger than when he killed my father. It's not that I intend to take revenge or anything, I'm just wondering why he could be that strong.
“What Lamia is indeed that strong”
I unconsciously spoke my mind.
“Of course not stupid. If every individual Lamia was as strong as this demon then it had been this world long ago ruled by the half-snake race it”
Replied a wolf beastman standing beside me. While we were still exposed to intimidation, the demon kept on humbling the prisoners with his speech as if it was deliberately making us all angry.
“Well how else, if I had that much power, I would definitely see a bunch of people like us like trash”
Said the wolf as it looked at the strongest elder of the five elders as well as the ruler of the dark side of the green scale city, boa.
“Strength, kah”
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“Share yourselves losers, for I who am filled with this compassion will give you a chance.”
The devil's words echoed in the room using a loudspeaker magic tool.
“We will give you the opportunity to become a special army directly under the command of ku”
Hearing the boa words every prisoner immediately lost interest. Who would want to be a guinea pig.
“And if you pass the selection then your life and also your family will be raised. You'll be free and back to the surface”
In an instant the atmosphere in area 2 became murky as the prisoners questioned the offer put forward by the horned girl.
“I'm so mean to you I'm not a liar”
Boa's voice with a wide smile filled her face.
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The chp 113 end.
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Hello all readers
[Emang exists?]
Once there was 😂
Sorry for a few weeks this has rarely been updated because the author is busy (playing games) so did not have time to write. Plus there's a new story I'm working on.
But I will update 2 once after this.
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Okay so much bye bye 😘
Btw if anyone is curious about the new story that I made the title...
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