In the primitive hut a little creature was born.

Little did he knew of this world however he knew things that no one in this world did.

Little creature opened his eyes, scared by darkness, started crying, soon he noticed he was not alone

Cries of other creatures got mixed in his own cry.

After a while everyone calmed down, but they felt a new feeling-hunger.

Wooden door opened and little creatures startled.

Roughly 1 meter tall green ugly creature came in with round belly and short stature. He threw something which fell with thud sound.

Little creatures were not disturbed by his appearance except for one.

Soon they felt aroma of meat, their tummies started growling and they crawled to the meat and started eating.

Little creature who was more wary than others started eating too due to his instincts

When he was full he started doing things that others were not capable of yet.

He started thinking

- Fuck, I really am a goblin huh?

He looked around and saw green little ugly babies

- Well, at least I am not a hero and do not have to work my ass of for some kingdom A or something, freedom is good but... other wordly harem can not happen, I mean I would not like female goblin in hundred years and humans would not date a goblin, so while I am literally a monster I can't just go off and rape girls, that's a crime, even if law enforcers are absent, so the plan is to get stronger first and then... I'll think of something

Controlling new monster nature will also be tough, thankfully I retain my memories of past life so I can probably surpress monstrous instincts to some extent

Time passed awfully slowly, occasionally the adult goblin would visit and give us some meat, my tastes were also altered, it felt incredibly delicious to me, even if it was raw, is it how lion feels when it eats deer? Weird

Other toddler goblins urinated and excreted right here which did not drop my appetite unexpectedly, I felt disgusted, monster nature is kicking in, that’s bad

Goblins mature fast, after three days my crawling skills were top notch, couple of days later I could walk, with no proper clothes and my thing dangling between my legs I was not embarrassed, not because I am a pervert, but because monster nature is kicking in again, I am getting worried

Others were also maturing as fast, I wanted to leave and sneaked out of hut but I was caught and bastard goblin carried me with my right leg, I was hung upside down, he sure is rough, is this how you treat a toddler you son of a bitch?

Others were also getting increasingly anxious, they wanted to leave, but we were not allowed to

As god or whatever said I can use skill appraisal but it does not give much information, level is self explanatory and difference in levels means you have to bow, you can't beat him

Goblin Level 1

That's all my status revealed, same for other ones

As for the one outside he was level 2, which means we have to sit on our asses and get tossed like kids fighting adults if we try to run off

And I am sure about two weeks have passed, and we've grown,this growth rate is terrifyingly fast, if their fertility rate is also high and they have many females they should multiply like cockroaches, no, even faster, then how do they manage their numbers, I guess many die, but something is not right here, I mean numbers would go awry if we include many goblins in their reproduction

Finally I have grown into 1 meter tall ugly bastard with ugly face, dark green skin, round belly and pointy ears, my previous handsome self is tarnished and thrashed, it does not matter any longer, all that matters is strength, if my fists are deadly then they bow, if my fists can't do shit then I bow, it's as simple as that, there is nothing like pride for goblins, I have some pride but I think if I want to blend in their society I have to forget about it, at least for now, for the better

Once we matured, level 2 goblin opened the hut's door which was wooden, this hut seemed spacious once we were small, but now about 60 grown up goblins had to stay here, so it was cramped, I had to smell their shit but it did not smell like anything disturbing, my monster nature is killing me, I got mentally tired after such ordeal

And then goblin talked, I understood, weird, he said things like Guageggaaagagegoggou or something but I could understand his meaning

Goblins were much more intelligent than I thought, but it's just their monster nature was rotten

We were to follow him in line, if we ran off we would get butchered, not showing any sympathy, huh? It's normal, I say we are monsters, nothing more nothing less, and then he said something alarming on the way

- Tribe has many toddlers like you, you have no worth, if you want to stay in tribe, prove your worth

Others were silent then one talked back

- What do we have to do in order to stay in tribe?

New goblin's voice was as coarse as him, seriously you would not know difference from outside but if you appraised you would know who was the boss

- It's simple, you have to abide tribe's rule and fight between each other, you will fight to death, everyone who wins 3 fights will pass, of course you can fight more than that, but resting in between fights is prohibited

What, it's life and death fight after we start walking? Formidable

We walked outside and I looked around a lot, there were primitive huts, fences and goblins with some weapons, most were level 2, not 1 because level 1 goblins would be in abundance, but most were killed off I guess

I have to stay alive, 3 matches huh? It'll be troubling but I knew some martial arts from my previous life, I should be fine, If I can't even win against these dull bastards who just started walking what can I ever beat?

First we were brought to some hut and loinclothes were distrubuted to all of us, it was fitting, then we were brought to tribe's chief, he had 2 bodyguard goblins with heavy attire of nice clothing, robust figures and they were taller than all of us, we had to prostrate ourselves and pay respect, I did it reluctantly

Goblin chief was level 13 and his guards were level 10, I guess I knew the reason, guards would probably benefit from him and chief would not like to personally take action every time, but it would not be good if his guards overthrow his throne of chief, so they were given enough benefits to be content, while chief received all the mana stones and grew in power while sitting on his ass, I was envious but there was nothing I could do, I was at the bottom right now, they could just butcher me and would not feel any ounce of remorse, I had to play smart, not tough

- You will fight to death, you can choose your weapons, but you have to return them, if you want to take them afterwards you have to pay mana stones

The chief spoke, his voice was domineering, he sat on high up place, full of fur of some kind of animal, his body was not robust, instead it was thin and he looked not too old, yet experienced and crafty, he held some kind of staff embodied by jewelery and gem on top, his clothing was also luxurious black fur, there's no need to fear him, I won't have much to do with him anyway, at least not now, I am just a nobody and I am hesitating, should I go on killing spree in arena or stay humble low profile?

I was amazed, so mana stones are used as a currency? This is getting interesting

And then we were lined up, waiting for our turns to come, I watched their clumsy yet bloody battles, none showed sympathy, loser was the thief and winner was the king, this was the rule of our tribe

Most fought with daggers, they could not hold swords quite well yet, but they could wield some short swords, hatchets, even small double axes, shields, bow, their quality was as bad as it could get, they were wooden but it was better than nothing, as for blades they were of steel, they should be loot from killed adventurers or something. Fact that they gave us a lot of meat while we were toddlers means that they are not as weak as I imagined them to be

In ongoing fight goblin with double hatchet broke through opponent's wooden shield and slashed on his chest, blood sprouted violently and then his head was also chopped off, what a pity, he had two more fights to go

There was not a single one who fought after 3 fights and ones who survived 3 fights were just 4 out of 40, remaining 24 and me were waiting for our turn, winner could get mana stone from dead goblin, even though it was of worst quality, it was better than nothing, not to mention eating 5 would result in level up, then you could look down upon all level 1 goblins and most importantly you would no longer be at the bottom of their fucked up society

So they fought hard to death, blood was spilled, there was not some kind of arena, it was an open field of barren land and other goblins, onlookers just surrounded the two who fought, they were not allowed to flee, or else they would be killed mercilessly

Many died violently and barren land was painted red, but space was big, it would not obstruct anyone, their blood was green, unlike human's, still their death was so life like, it etched in my mind, instead of fear I felt my blood was boiling, damn monster nature is welcomed for the first time, I do not want to feel fear, not now, not ever, so I have to personally kill and get stronger

I personally saw how they butchered dead goblin and took out light blue crystal from their brains, the scene would be traumatizing, but it was not for us, instead everyone was cheering