Shortly after Lukas gave his offer, the goblins made their opinion of their 'lord' very clear.
"Die!"
"Die! Bad Lord!"
"He is our god!"
With Pokey leading the charge, they struck at him with clubs, spears, hands—anything they had on them. Even kids were impatient to get their hits in.
It was quite evident that they didn't like being malnourished. Especially not with a leader who flaunted his wealth so much.
'Wealth... hmm.' Lukas thought, turning away from the slaughter to activate his system.
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Finally, he would be able to see what the Divine Perk [Infinite Wealth] was all about. He hoped his decision to leave behind the class token was correct.
Because the fact it gave a free summon told him something important. It was likely he could buy class summons, eventually getting a good one. Then after that, the perk would just be free real estate.
And then for the sword, he figured he could do one of two things. He could either sell it for an insane amount of gold or find someone to wield it. After getting them into a contract to always serve him, there would be little risk in handing them a sword.
Unless they died or something. But that would never happen; nobody ever died in this world. Especially him.
Finally, the system screen loaded, its blue light a brilliant sight for Lukas.
[Status]
- Name: Lukas Haecillion
- Age: 19
- Race: Human
- Job: Divine Simp
[All Low-Immortal gods are guaranteed to seek an audience with you. Immortals are likely, and there is a small chance True Immortal gods will. However, any god beyond that still has an almost 0% chance.]
- Class: N/A
- Level: 1
- Experience: 0/15,000
•—Balance: 0 Gold—•
•—Inventory—•
Storage Space—[2/100]
•—Titles—•
Empty
•—Perks—•
- Infinite Wealth {Divine}
[Grants the Infinite Wealth System to the user.]
•—Stats—•
Health Points (HP): [250/250] (Cons. x 10)
Mana Points (MP): [150/150] (Int. x 10)
Strength: 15
Agility: 17
Constitution: 25
Defense: 0
Wisdom: 10
Intelligence: 15
Charisma: 100
Luck: 10
Attack Power (AP): [31] [2x strength + DPS]
Movement Speed Increase Rate [9.5%] [Agility/2]
Critical Hit Rate: [15%] + [1%] [luck/10]
Spell Crit Rate: [15%] + [1%] [Wisdom/10]
•—Skills—•
Empty
•—Equipment—•
Weapon: Old Bronze Sword [1 DPS]
Off Hand:
Helmet:
Shoulder:
Chest:
Hands:
Leggings:
Boots:
•—Accessories—•
Amulet:
Ring:
Ring:
Wrist:
•—Soul—•
Level: 1
Exp: 0/100,000
Cores: 0
•—Beasts—•
Empty
•—Quests—•
[Retrieve the Chalice of Molten Iron]
•—Contracts—•
[Finish Physsus' quest in 30 days or you will become his slave]
"Huh," Lukas murmured aloud, some of the revelations too great to hide his surprise.
Despite the poor name for his job, it seemed quite good. As long as he kept up with his extorting, Lukas could get quite a few rewards.
Of course, he might not be able to get this haul again. Although he couldn't tell the exact reason why Physsus needed this chalice, he did know it was vitally important. The god's desperation was the sole reason he had gotten such great rewards.
"Hmm!!! Hmmm!!!" A muffled groan sounded from near him.
Turning, Lukas realized it was that tied-up beauty. Kneeling down, he took a quick look at the rope before realizing he had no idea how to untie it.
So, he had an excuse to use his sword!
The girl's eyes widened as she saw the muted glint of light shining off his rusty bronze sword. Realizing why she might be confused, Lukas said, "Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you."
Then he went to work on the rope, cutting it diligently.
Rip!
Lukas smiled as he sliced through one of the pieces of rope. His smile quickly dropped as he saw there were hundreds more.
"Ah, this is gonna take a while." Lukas groaned to himself.
"Hry hup!!"
...
It took 20 minutes of constant slicing, but Lukas had finally gotten around halfway through. Most of the goblins were crowding around Lukas, as the lord was long dead.
'Having dozens of dumb beings looking at you like you're an idiot sucks,' Lukas lamented as he made his way to the next string.
That's when he saw Pokey had knelt next to him.
The goblin was evidently nervous, his arms shaking slightly as he watched his god. After a few seconds, Pokey gathered the courage to speak.
"Me help?" he asked, his voice low and timid. Gone were the days of him shrieking, "Shut up, meal!"
Smiling, Lukas gestured at the rope as if to say 'All yours!' before nodding his head.
Pokey twirled his fingers in the air a few times, a green light flowing down from them. As soon as the light hit the rope, it instantly became unbound.
Without even wasting a second, the girl instantly raised her left arm. Somehow grabbing all the rope in that one motion, she sprang up and threw it in one swift motion.
"Took you long enough," she said with a smirk. Then, in a low voice, she added, "Thanks."
With her completely free, Lukas realized just how beautiful she was. Calling her a beauty before was a complete understatement.
She held herself with some kind of regal authority; a confident light shone in her eyes as if she was never captured. Similarly, her body seemed largely undisturbed.
Her long, sunny orange hair flowed down well past her shoulders. Under the harsh sun of this desert, its glow somehow managed to be ethereal.
Even the simple white dress seemed to radiate an otherworldly aura because she was wearing it. Her porcelain skin would make even the prettiest jade goddess blush and grow mad from jealousy.
The only 'imperfection' was the numerous calluses on her hands—probably from years of combat training.
Now that she was free, Lukas noticed the other goblins tensing up. They had returned to offer worship, but after seeing the girl freed, fear was evident on their faces.
'Yep, combat training.' Lukas thought as he turned to her.
"Because I have freed you, I have one request from you in return," Lukas began, ignoring the goblins' shocked gasps of disbelief and grunts of admiration. "I would like you to train us in the ways of combat."
'And, if all goes well, join my army.' He mused.
She cast a side-eyed glance in his direction, seemingly completely uninterested. Then her gaze hardened, looking at the goblins as if she wanted to kill them.
"Which one of you has my scarf?" she growled, clenching her knuckles so hard they became ghostly white.
Scattered murmurs of fear immediately erupted amongst the goblins. Each of them cast a suspicious look at another, clearly trying to shift the blame.
None of them wanted to face her wrath.
Except for one, who was now kneeling next to her, his hands raised as he offered her scarf.
Pokey, the goblin who had shown exceptional qualities today. Well, compared to the others anyway.
In a low voice, he stammered, "Me, me gets it from bad goblin. Me- me sorry."
Yanking the scarf from him, she growled, "Don't touch this again," before laying it across her neck, making sure it fit snugly.
For a few seconds, the crowd watched with held breath as she inspected the scarf.
'Why's she wearing it now? In the middle of the desert?' Lukas mused, though the answer became evident.
With the scarf around her neck, her entire mood seemed to brighten. Instead of looking like some kind of murder warrior, she actually looked like a noble.
It was weird because wearing a scarf definitely didn't mean someone was royal. Her attitude was what created this impression.
Although her stance was still beyond confident, it no longer seemed to be inviting a fight. In fact, some of the goblins were now approaching her.
Ignoring them, she turned to Lukas. Smiling, she shrugged and said, "What else would I do? Eat sand?"
Lukas was going to offer a smile of his own when the system screen glared again.
[New army: Goblins of Camp Guld acquired]
[Trainer: Alara Kaise appointed]
[Requesting Leader before creating the Divine Army interface]