(A/N: This is a SFW version of the novel, for the NSFW one please go to my patreon page, link on my bio)
She had decapitated it while she was in the pit while the goblin horde were looking at the battlefield.
"Anyone else?"
She raised her voice, projecting it across the battlefield.
She stood high and mighty like a queen looking down at the nasty bugs and vermin.
Her eyes scanned the trembling goblins with amusement.
Then silence descended.
They were looking left and right at their comrades.
Searching for strength but finding only fear.
The same expression was on each of them.
Dilated pupils. Clenched fists.
Then one goblin knelt down.
The first dropped to his knees, bowing his head.
Then two.
Then twenty.
Then all thirty of them knelt down.
A chorus of armor scraping against stone.
"We surrender!"
"Spare us, Great One!"
Lyssandra smiled, her lips curling into a triumphant arc.
"Good."
**[Goblin Chief Title Unlocked]**
All goblins monster type under your command gain a slight increase in strength, defense, and loyalty.
"It worked. Scanning the goblins told me about their cowardice and their hierarchy and i got a new title."
She tapped her chin, analyzing the data in her head.
"The bigger the fist, the more power they have."
Now she had underlings. Numbers.
That meant her power had increased significantly.
Maybe in this dungeon, she was not the strongest… yet.
But with this force, soon she would take over other races in this dungeon.
A satisfied smile bloomed on her face while glancing down at the kneeling goblins.
Now the most important thing to do as the leader of the goblin tribe was to fortify the overall strength.
No.
She had to do everything to make them stronger.
Looking at the primitive weapons in their hands.
Swords bent out of shape, spears with cracked tips.
Bucklers made from dried leather and wood.
Everything was so bad in the current situation.
Even their livelihood was not good.
They were living on the floor and in leather huts for fuck's sake.
"I don't understand how can they live in this dump." she frowned.
The smell of damp earth and unwashed bodies wafted up to her nose.
"You, you, and you. Take all the male goblins to take care of the bodies and corpses."
She pointed at some random goblins with a sharp finger.
"All the edible leave to one side, the rest leave to the other."
Then she looked at the five female goblins.
They stood apart from the males, eyes wide with anticipation and fear.
"The rest of you, come into the hut. We have a lot of conversation to be made."
She said with a big grin.
The male goblins quickly scurried up.
They collected the bodies of the monsters and their kin with trembling hands.
Piling up meat and bones with desperate efficiency.
Every single being residing in the dungeon was created by mana.
After death, they turned into mana and fed back the Dungeon Core.
It was a cycle of birth, life, and death.
The female goblins slowly walked into the predecessor chief's hut.
Now Lyssandra's place.
The air inside was stale, smelling of old fur and sweat.
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"And if it is true, then next level up another system feature will be unlocked."
"I hope it will be what I'm thinking."
She stepped inside, leaving the males to their grisly work.
The five female goblins shuffled into the small hut.
Their footsteps were soft, hesitant.
Mixed feelings swirled in their small, chaotic minds.
Fear was the primary one, cold and sharp.
But curiosity pricked at the edges.
Desire lingered, a low hum in their veins.
They looked at the human female with wide, dark eyes.
Her beauty was alien compared to their rough kind.
"Why are you so beautiful?" one goblin whispered.
"She smells like blood, but sweet…" another murmured, sniffing the air.
They glanced at the Chief's empty chair, then back at her.
Power radiated from her, tangible and heavy.
One of the females touched her own belly, remembering the mating instincts.
They had heard stories of the Great Ones who came from above.
Was this her?
A goddess? Or a demon?
Their hands fidgeted with the rough edges of their leather skirts.
Some of them felt a heat rising in their lower bodies.
The sight of her smile was intoxicating.
They bowed their heads again, waiting for commands.
"Speak, little ones." she invited.
Their voices came out in hushed tones.
"We… we obey."
"We… we will do everything you want."
"Oh, anything you said?" she smirked.
Then she looked at each one of them.
Male goblins, they were ugly and a sore to the eyes.
But their counterparts?
They were just like humans, but with green skin.
Short in height, yet striking.
Some were even pretty, to be honest.
A feast to the eyes.
"Strip." she commanded.
No time to waste.
All the goblin females disrobed quickly.
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"Even though they were monsters with humanoid figures, I couldn’t deny the effect their bodies had on a man."
Lyssandra thought while throwing her own leather clothes inside her inventory.
"You are not a woman?!"
A female goblin with short, tangled hair exclaimed.
Her eyes were wide with confusion and wonder.
"But you have big, big breasts."
Another one with large, green eyes said.
Her gaze was fixed on Lyssandra's fun bags.
"No, she has that thing like the other male goblins."
Another goblin with big breasts muttered.
#######
Lyssandra circled around the goblins, suddenly.
Her eyes scanned their naked forms with a critical, hungry gaze.
*Smack.*
She backhanded a goblin without warning.
*Eek!*
A goblin yelped.
#######
"Don't worry. It will be just fine. I won't let you die… not yet."
Lyssandra leaned down and whispered.
Her large frame hung over the small goblin like a shadow.
She blew a hot breath toward the goblin's sensitive ear.
And she smiled a wicked, cruel smile.
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