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Reborn As a Goblin With Simulation System

After Dick Grayson's untimely demise, he found himself reborn, not as a human, but as a goblin - frail in stature yet lustful and cunning by nature. A newfound life greeted him with an unusual twist: the Goblin Life Simulation System. This system, ethereal and mysterious, offered him a choice that would shape his new existence. "Congratulations, you have traversed the boundaries of a new worlds," a voice, as old as time itself, echoed in the void around him. "Before you start the simulation of rebirth. Please select your birth mother from these options: A. Saint of the Holy See of Light, a beacon of purity and grace. B. Daughter of an Imperial Noble, born into a life of privilege and power. C. A Seductive and Charismatic Succubus, whose allure is matched only by her cunning. D. A Pure Forest Elf, one with nature and the ancient magics of the forest. Choose wisely, for each brings its own destiny." The air around Dick seemed to shimmer with anticipation, the weight of his choice palpable in the stillness. "Now, select your place of birth," the voice continued, its tone imbued with an air of solemnity. A. The Large Goblin Lair, teeming with life and the harsh struggles of goblin society. B. The Giant Goblin Lair, a place of fierce warriors and unyielding survival. C. The Goblin King's Lair, where intrigue and power plays abound. D. An Ordinary Goblin Lair, humble yet filled with opportunities for the cunning. Each option seemed to unfold in his mind's eye, vivid and distinct, beckoning him to make a choice that would set the course of his new, otherworldly life. #Reborn #Goblin #Elf #+18 #Adult #Magic

Rqmk · Fantasy
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An Ecstatic Angina!

The skies above, streaked with the wispy trails of the Demon Lord's army, seemed to mock their desperate flight. Dick, his gaze fixated on the unnatural smoky tendrils, felt a chill settle in his bones. It was clear to him now—the Goblin King Gobugu, or perhaps even the Demon Lord himself, was orchestrating this harrowing chase, their every move watched, every breath noted.

"Mom, bring that eye down!" Dick's voice was urgent, the command sharp. He knew the floating eye was not just a silent observer; it was the harbinger of their doom.

Tina, her reflexes as swift as her resolve, drew her bow in a fluid motion. The arrow, singing through the air, was a streak of hope, but it fell, defeated by distance, a silent testament to the eye's mocking evasion.