The Breeding Goblin Has Reincarnated

[A independent Evil Spirit has forcefully formed a contract with you. Your hidden characteristic ‘Alignment: Dark’ has now changed to ‘Alignment: Dark/ Evil’ upon its success. You have yet to gain the Skill: ‘Summoning’, and cannot use its abilities.]

[Special Traits of the Evil Spirit has influenced you.]

[You have gained the Skill: ‘Growth Correction— Succubus Influence’. Your body will be shaped to be irresistible to even Succubi. This is a Skill that can only take influence while an ‘Infant’. The influence will be lost once the user reaches Goblin adulthood.]

“A year…” The mute infant calculated inwardly.

He had only a year before this ‘influence’ wares off.

Before that, he needed to do everything in his power to influence himself positively. He needed to fully understand how ‘Group Mentality’ worked and how it would influence him at adulthood. He didn’t want to become a lower rung of such a crude tribe.

He patiently watched and waited for opportunities.

Fill witnessed the inner workings of the ‘Goblin Society’ when a new woman was brought in. The sounds of battle occurred, and the sound of men being killed and women being captured could be listened to. Those sounds died down after a while.

The battle was over.

Some of the adult Goblins that went out did not make it back, but their bodies were used ‘efficiently’ by those who had taken up the responsibility of butchers and cooks. Storing the meat of their brethren so that they could continue to be useful.

A new sex slave was brought into the cave.

She seemed to be a ‘Human’ with a trained body and tough armour. Fill watched as she was stripped of her belongings, then was ‘processed’ along with them. The armours were given to the Goblins that were crafting rope, and instruments for torture.

Torture seemed to be the heart of this society.

When a new ‘woman’ was brought in, they made sure to make sure she had nothing on her… then tied her up with the ropes they’d personally crafted. The skills they had in binding the women seemed to be intricate compared to their rough appearances.

They had no concept of ironwork, so there were no chains to bind the captive woman. The ropes they had seemed to be enough. Making sure it was tightly woven around her body. There was a mix of delicate binding and cruelty in the way they treated her.

Fill started to understand the more he watched.

‘Women’ were a precious resource. They were not only essential for the group’s survival, but were also the source of food. Goblins had started to come up with rituals that came with the cannibalism of their own species, and the ‘taming’ of their livestock.

Torture was used to break a captive’s spirit.

Bindings were used to seal their ability to resist.

Sex was used to create more brethren among them.

Lastly… was the perspective of women in itself.

As a male-only species that could only procreate with other races, they had no concept of caring or having any softer sides towards women. Only being able to see the potential danger their ‘slaves’ posed should they be careless. Different items were used.

Clothing was useless to slaves, but the materials could be used to stop them from communicating with each other and restrict their intelligence. A slave with no understanding of her environment or surroundings was easier to control in this society.

Blindfolds and gags were essential.

A pair of them was prepared for the new arrival.

The woman was ganged up and tortured thoroughly.

Her body abused deeply, but not broken physically.

Being put through water torture by having her head submerged into a specially built bathing facility. Her lungs were put under just the right amount of stress she could endure, then moved off to the next torture session. Each one more demeaning than the next.

Being raped in front of a crowd of laughing Goblins and passed around. Having a wooden plug shoved into her asshole, then being forced to eat a bowl filled with fresh sperm. They kept on rotating the members torturing her without giving any rest.

Only when she stopped struggling did they stop.

Seeing life drain from her once bright eyes.

There seemed to be a ‘breeding facility’, but no concept of fatherhood or pairings. Any of the adult Goblins here could be Fill’s father. The only time they were brought back out in the open was when the woman’s stomach was large. Being pregnant.

Those impregnated were treated differently.

For one, they weren’t required to be blindfolded or gagged. They were also not grouped up with other slaves. Only fed when it was time using Goblin meat and whatever they scavenged outside. It was a type of food paste created to be shoved down their throat.

What did he think of this kind of inhumane society?

“Inefficient…” Fill still found their lack of any larger concepts to be degrading. They were a cannibalistic tribe in his eyes who had no concept of growth. Only being happy with what they had right now. He was a bit disgusted when he saw an adult prop a slave up.

The adult Goblin did not have sex with her. Simply removing the wooden ass plug and eating out her filth like it was a buffet. Fill found out that Goblins had metabolisms that turned everything they ate into sustenance, and did not have assholes ll

This was similar to Hell.

So what did they think of a female slave’s asshole?

It was simply a convenient storage device for meals.

Not at all caring about things like ‘dignity’.

“…” Fill became curious if it tasted as good as the adults made it out to be. He wanted to go up and ask the Goblin personally, but did not want to leave his first possession out in the open. After all, his lover had said that a ‘mother’ was important to the living.

He did not want the adults to take her away.

“Mmm…” The once sleeping woman was waking up.

Fill turned his head to make eye-contact with her when she awoke. He watched her every reaction after she’d awoken. Seeing that this blonde woman had silently screamed when she saw him sitting on her stomach. His matured rod out for her to see.

It was only then did she grasp the situation.

With her arms hung up by ropes, they looked at each other. Both of them could feel a ‘bond’ that was unlike any other. The woman seemed to have finally realised that he was her offspring. Her emotions had fluctuated. Communicating with him with her eyes.

“Are you my child?” Was what her gaze spoke.

Fill himself being unable to understand language.

She moved her mouth to speak to him, but he was unable to understand her words. The only thing he understood was that simple phrase. This slave was trying to ask if he was her offspring. He didn’t know what a ‘child’ did in this situation, so he gave a nod.

Simply going with the flow.

“My child…” Her gaze seemed to say.

[After submitting to a goblin society and becoming their breeding tool, you have successfully given birth to a mutant. This is an opportunity. Communication with your child has been established, and mutual understanding can reached with your offspring.]

[Choices:

1. Give affection and guide your child lovingly. (Skill: Child Rearing)

2. Establish a familiar contract. (Skill: Offspring Enslavement)

3. Ignore him. (Skill: Slave Mentality)

4. Tempt him. (Skill: Taboo Enticement)]

Fill felt an intense wave of fear when he saw the second option. He was cautious of her. The desire of true freedom had try to be reached, and he did not want to be ‘enslaved’ again. The intense intent to kill her swiftly made his frozen body shake and tremble.

He could not stop her.

The rules of the world were restraining him, and his future was decided solely by his ‘mother’. He did not know if this was a feature mother’s had. Maybe being the one to conceive him meant ownership over his body. That’s why enslavement was a valid option.

She seemed to notice the fear in his eyes…

…then reacted to it strangely.

The slave woman wrapped her legs around his body and lovingly brought him close. Treating him like a real child she’d accepted in her heart. This embrace confused the goblin, who had only known ‘carnal affection’. Unable to understand this situation.

What was she doing?

“Don’t be scared of anything, my son. Mom will be here from now on.” She spoke in a language that was the same, but had hit a lot different from usual. He could understand her voice for the first time. Those disorganised words forming consistency in his mind.

[You have been accepted by your birth mother.]

[The opportunity to be influenced by a higher species has been offered. If you accept this, you will gain the Trait: ‘Human Ingenuity’ upon your first evolution. Gaining this will increase proficiency in learning Skills and allows inheritance of a ‘Class’.]

[Your mother has the Class is ‘Priestess’.]

It seemed like there was a reason his mother was the least… deformed from her experiences. She had a specialty in healing, but that only made things easier on the Goblins. They could simply torture her more if she had more vitality. That was their thought.

Fill kept his eyes on this ‘mother’ of his.

She did not choose to enslave him despite having such a good opportunity. Why? He was sure that it was normal for any species to desire ‘control’. This whole act of pretending to be parent-child wasn’t appealing to him, but he didn’t show it in his eyes.

Simply keeping her in his sights out of caution.

He realised that something was different now…

“An arrow?” Fill raised his brow silently.

His eyes expressing his thoughts.

When he focused on that specific arrow, it felt like the entire world changed. Fill could distinctly see a difference in the colours of ‘this world’ behind the arrow. It seemed to be more than the standard choice icon that appeared above others occasionally.

[Growth Quest: Familial Bond

Description: By earning ‘proofs’ of Filial Piety and Affection, you can experience greater rewards upon maturing into adulthood. A mother’s blessings on her child directly correlates to the amount of proofs of Piety and Affection that have been gathered.]

Fill looked around and saw red and pink in his vision. On his mother’s arms and body, there were descriptions that showed exactly what he needed to do to gain ‘proof of filial affection’. Untying her hands from the rope binding her, and clothing her.

These went against the Group Mentality’s rules.

Doing so could cause a big incident to occur.

From what he’d seen and heard, the only slave in this cave that was ALLOWED clothes was an old elf that had been here for a while. She still looked in her prime and womanly, but that was only because the lifespan of an elf completely outstripped a goblin.

To these sex addicted goblins, she was a perfect slave that had been here for many generations. Servicing their ancestors and being passed down to the young blood like a treasure. Her willingness to serve these short and ugly creatures cultivated over many years.

Comparatively, his mother was just a mere human.

Once here use ran out, they would devour her body.

Unbinding her or giving her clothes would be going against the majority. It would be a rebellious act that could likely give enough reason to take away the protection he had as an ‘Infant’. Comparatively, the proofs of piety were much easier for him to achieve.

All he had to do was go on a slaughtering spree.

The red indicators above the ‘Goblin Scavengers’ in the majority. With just one look, Fill could see the hatred that lingered on the entire tribe. His mother still had deep hatred for these creatures. Killing as many as he could would let him earn some piety.

The downsides in this were easy to understand.

However, Fill could not simply give it all up.

From what he theorised, this growth period before becoming an adult was the most important time of his entire life. He had to expand his potential as much as he could early on. Only then would he be able to live a long time and reunite with his lover.

That’s why he needed to use his crafty nature.

Fill looked around to see if anyone was watching. He made eye-contact with his mother, but did not play a simple mind game. His mother did not understand what he intended to do, but his eyes seemed to ask for her understanding… and a bit of forgiveness.

His thick arm reached towards her naked body.

Immediately triggering her trauma…

“W-wait.” His mother started to struggle.

Only stopping when his hand touched her stomach.

She felt a gentle yet firm touch on her belly. That rough green skin was no different from others she had experienced. He was no different from a Goblin Scavenger in appearance. Short, ugly, and was more than willing to showcase his lower body region.

But that didn’t seem to be what he was focusing on.

Fill had noticed the wooden plug in her ass. He also used his hand to try to figure out the state her body was currently in. She was nearing her limit. Trying her best to hold in her bowel movement for the sake of her dignity. Something that he did not respect.

He’d made the decision.

His hand put pressure on a certain area just below her belly button. His fingers kneading and stroking her roughly. There was a sense of unease growing in her mind when she felt the pressure. Understanding what he was trying to do from his rough actions.

“Stop…!” She had almost cried.

A small drop of piss fell from her urethra.

The smell it emitted instantly alerted an adult.

“Now!” Fill’s eyes glowed at this short opportunity.

He needed to act fast.

Fill grabbed the ropes tying her hands onto the wall and ripped them apart, then forced his mother into a demeaning position. Raising her ass towards the adult goblin that had gotten close. The other adult Goblin Scavengers quickly noticed this change.

Seeing that there was a member of their race who was eating an ‘extra meal’ after untying the slave’s restraints. They frowned towards him. Being fully aware that the average female human was stronger than an adult Goblin Scavenger’s individual power.

After all, they were small compared to the females.

The unfortunate adult who had moved first stopped to think. It didn’t seem intelligent, but it had enough instincts to know when danger approached. Likely weighing whether it was worth falling into this trap for an ‘extra meal’. This contemplation was quick.

A greedy and glutton gaze replaced its wariness.

“Got him.” Fill stood to the side and did not interfere when this adult came close. Trading an extra meal to fulfil his filial affection wasn’t bad. His brethren were so foolish that they would fail to remember to tie her again after eating… so long as she was quiet.

He ignored the gaze of his mother.

Knowing that she couldn’t accept this trade easily.

It was why he made the decision on his own.

Not caring about her heart.

He watched as the Goblin Scavenger got closer, but was surprised when a large shadow appeared behind the short creature. The size of this particular goblin was a lot larger, and it was even holding a cleaver in its right arm. It was like a different breed altogether.

“Mine.” The muscly and hairy giant spoke up.

A cleaver chopping off the head of the scavenger.

This immediately caused fear in the group. Those scavengers in the vicinity were fearful. Watching as the almost human-sized goblin kicked the headless body aside. It walked up to the woman who had her ass raised submissively by her own wicked offspring.

“Hehehehehe~” The cackles of the ‘Goblin Brute’ struck fear into the woman. Memories of her time being tortured even more harshly than others had arose. It caused her to jump back and try to escape him… only to be cornered by the wall behind her.

“No… No…” The woman started to turn pale white.

“Did you miss me, toy? I’d been busy lately, but we can finally be together again.” The barbaric Goblin Brute approached her while saying words only he could understand. Fill’s mother didn’t understand his words at all, but the brute’s intentions were clear.

He was here to take her away.

The brute grabbed her by the leg firmly and sniffed her fine delicacy. His pointy tongue and wrinkly mouth smothering her lower body. Taking the plug out of her ass and enjoying his ‘extra meal’. Sucking it out of her even if she tried to resist his advances.

“Uuuhhh! Uuuugh!!! Please just leave me be! Please leave me alone!” The mother begged the brute, but he ignored this unintelligible babble that could not be comprehended. He knew she was begging. This didn’t mean he had the compassion to let her go.

In fact, her begging only aroused him.

He finished off his meal.

Licking her asshole clean before shoving the wooden anal plug back into her rear. The sudden jolt made her scream in pain, and that only made him more attracted. Seeing her tough body was ready to accept his larger than average penis inside her once again.

Fill stared at him silently.

He had this vague sense, but finally understood it.

When the Goblin Brute appeared, he was just wary.

However, the nature of their relationship proved it.

“So this is my ‘father’…” Fill thought with surprise that he’d even be able to recognise which of these many donors was his ‘father’. This realisation came with a prompt from the system, as if to prove that finding the goblin was actually a miracle in of itself.

[You have found your predecessor.]

[When the relationship between parents grow, their child will be given more benefits. ‘Child Rearing’ will still be in effect so long as the mother is alive, and extra benefits can be received when earning the trust of one’s father. How will you choose to treat him?]

[Choice:

1. Accept him as your father and assist him in taming your mother’s heart. (Skill: Growth Correction— Brute Influence)

2. Attempt to kill him to protect your mother. (Chain Event: Taboo Love)

3. Ignore him and let her be taken away. (Skill: Familial Independence)]

As these choices were given, the Goblin Brute was thinking of how to temporarily seize his ‘best toy’ for a while. Even though he was a tough guy, the brute was wary of the ‘Group Mentality’. It was an absolute rule to not interfere in the development of ‘Infants’.

Doing so will earn the ire of the entire tribe.

Thus, the brute tried thinking of many excuses.

He had definitely intimated the young one enough by now. All he had to do was assure the child that they will be back soon. That was the best way of obtaining this woman, even if it’s temporary. He’d just use her up quickly until she was fully broken.

The brute held her towards his chest in an iron grip.

She had no way to resist despite being taller.

“Little one, I have a suggestion for-” The brute had looked down at where Fill was supposed to be, but was surprised when the figure had vanished. It was then he suddenly felt someone grab his knee. Did the young little infant goblin want beg or convince him?

He found her offspring amusing.

…However, letting Fill touch him was a mistake.

BANG!

The sound of flash exploding could be heard.

Just like the heads of his siblings, Fill used all his physical arm strength at once to crush his father’s knee. Pain filled the Goblin Brute’s expression while letting go of his mother. Unable to understand what was happening right now. How was Fill still fine?

Was he not intimidated earlier?

The last thing he saw before being finished off were the eyes of his child. That gaze contained no fears or chaotic emotions. It was only cold and calculating cruelty that drove the child’s actions. Fill easily brought down the discarded cleaver onto his neck.

The brute was killed in an instant.

Those who watched were terrified.

Unable to believe that an infant was able to kill a Goblin Brute known for their physical strength. It may not be the strongest of this cave, but the brute that died just then was among the best battle units the cave had. How did a mere infant kill the brute?

They looked at his eyes as he held up the cleaver.

“This is my possession.” Were what his eyes spoke.

None of them dared to approach him anymore.

Scared what he would do.

There was a reason he chose these actions. Although having another growth influence was nice, Fill found no reason to accept his ‘father’. It was simply a lesser race’s influence that would restrict his future. There was no need to cater to the whim of a pathetic brute.

Moreover, he had the ‘proof of filial piety’ above his head that was a much deeper colour than the rest. It seemed like killing him was the same as killing countless Goblin Scavengers. A good harvest for the efforts he’d put in. A smile growing on his iron face.

Fill didn’t waste the two bodies that had fallen.

Eating up the random scavenger and brute.

His mother watched with awe and… affection.

Seeming to have been moved by his filial piety.

She looked at her unbound arms and realised that he had been on ‘her side’ from the beginning. Being able to rationalise his actions in a way that put him in a favourable light. It was the first time since she’d been captured that she was given unconditional love.

Was it because this was her own child?

Or…

[You have attained a high level of piety and affection early on. Your mother has become attached to you and will be more willing to listen to your advice. The event: ‘Taboo Love’ is underway. The nature of your relationship with your mother will be important.]

The woman, his mother, approached him with a silly smile on her face. Wanting to hug him… but was looking at his eyes the entire time. As if waiting for him to either respond with disgust or accept her body. The choice he’d be given was made clear.

[Choice:

1. Accept your mother’s carnal affection. (Chain Event: Incest Slave’s Ownership Rights)

2. Reject her. (Skill: Self Control)

3. Distract her. (Skill: Trickery)]

It was a hard choice for many reasons, but he felt no rejection in his heart towards her advances. He also felt a bit sexually frustrated right now. Having had to bury his instincts for far too long. He accepted the embrace of his mother and her really heavy feelings.

It was like a confession of love, but he already had a lover in his heart. This was simply to pass the time.

Hopefully keep her happy for the entire year.