Goblin Lord narrowed his eyes, asking, "What do you think of our goblin race?"
"Huh?" Giliberu opened his mouth. 'I just awakened—now he's asking a profound question…?'
Goblin Lord didn't wait for Giliberu to answer. He replied, answering it himself, "Our race—the goblin—is very lowly and pathetic. It can be counted in the top three lowest races possible."
"There are races comparable to us?" Giliberu asked, tilting his head. "On par with goblins?"
Goblin Lord barked, "Here I'm saying our race is lowly… and you're interested in other races?"
"Hmm." Giliberu just blankly blinked his eyes.
Goblin Lord sighed, glaring at his son.
"Yes. There are many races, which are lowly, but the lowest of the lowest are only three. We goblins are one of them," he said bitterly.
Before Giliberu could ask what those races were, he said sharply, "First, learn about our history."
He paused for a moment, then said with nostalgia, "My father and forefathers have always worked hard—tried to raise the status of goblins—but failed."
He pointed at himself and continued, "As for me… I'm tired. I tried everything possible."
"Why are goblins so low?" Giliberu asked, frowning. "Aren't goblins stronger? We have Tier-Three beings? They are considered middle-class races?"
Goblin Lord narrowed his eyes. "Tier Three… middle-class races…"
He glared piercingly at his son for a moment, musing, 'He already has Appraisal skill.' It brought a smile to his face.
'Did I say something wrong?' Giliberu mused. 'Ah—Tier Three and middle class… how would someone newly awakened know them?'
He trembled and cursed himself. 'Fool… fool…'
But to his surprise, Goblin Lord just nodded. "Yes. I am Tier Three."
"So just having Tier Three would make us a middle-class race," Giliberu said, relieved, putting forth his doubt. "Doesn't it?"
"Yes… but." Goblin Lord replied bitterly, "Despite having Tier Three, we are a lowly race because of our curse—carnal impulse."
"Huh? Carnal impulse… what's that?" Giliberu asked, frowning.
'Wait…' He recalled the description of the goblin race from the beginning—when he was granted an option to choose the race. 'A race capable of rivaling dragons if they overcame their lust and laziness.'
As he was thinking, the Goblin Lord cut him off, "Lust."
"For every fifteen days, goblins must do it with a woman," he added, clenching his fists. "It's not pleasure, but torture."
'No wonder…' Giliberu clicked his tongue as he recalled hearing morning sounds. 'I thought they'd enjoy it… It seems I was seeing it from one side.'
He had never gone to investigate or even glance at them, since he knew he would rage out if anything like that happened in front of his eyes.
"It's tough to control it," Goblin Lord said with an angry scowl. "The more we try to suppress it, the stronger it becomes."
"No one overcame it?" Giliberu asked, eyes gleaming—because goblins could rival dragons themselves if they overcame it.
"No," The Goblin Lord shook his head. "The ancestor of goblins—Gilibiliro—once tried to fight against his carnal impulse."
"What happened?" Giliberu asked, as his father paused with a bitter smile.
"He failed. For one month, he held on… with a raging dragon on his lower body," Goblin Lord replied, glaring at the ceiling.
'One month… only one month,' Giliberu wondered. "Is it that powerful a curse?"
"Yes—incredibly hard," Goblin Lord said, nodding. He clenched the bed as his veins popped.
Before Goblin Lord could continue, a scream broke out.
"Ahhh… hold him!"
"He is hit by carnal impulse!"
"…."
Goblin Lord sighed, standing up, then waved at Giliberu. "Follow me. Let me show you the curse in person."
Giliberu clenched his hands and followed his dad.
'It's night,' he sighed, bathing in white moonlight. 'But I cannot appreciate the beauty of nature now.'
They entered the third dwelling to his right.
The moment they entered, he spotted a goblin—around 140 cm tall—emitting a pinkish aura, crimson eyes, veins popping around his neck and face.
A big bulge rose from his lower body, covered by leaves.
His body twitched as two muscular goblins—two meters tall—held him down.
"Hey!" Giliberu yelled, wanting to check him, but his goblin lord sighed, "He lost his consciousness…no use shouting."
"You can use Appraisal, right?" he asked, continuing.
Giliberu nodded, still glaring at the panting goblin. "Yes."
"Check his status for me," Goblin Lord ordered, folding his hands.
"Appraisal," Giliberu used his skill.
[ Ding! Opening Status! ]
[ —Status—
—Name: ???
—Race: Tempt-born Goblin ★ {Raised by carnal impulse}
—Class: Desire Striker {Uncommon}
—Titles: Stinky Goblin
—Level: 17 {51} {Affected by carnal impulse}
—Tier: 2 ]
"The hell?" he exclaimed as he went through the status. 'Even sealed artifacts won't increase the power level that easily.'
Goblin Lord patted his shoulder, asking, "Now, do you understand? If he isn't treated, what do you think would happen?"
"Die?" Giliberu asked back, blinking.
Goblin Lord shook his head, sighing. "Things aren't so simple."
"Lord? Should we?" The two goblins holding the kid glanced at the Goblin Lord, requesting permission.
"Wait." Goblin Lord raised his arm, stopping them. "Let my son witness what happens if someone tries to hold on or suppress it."
The pinkish aura surrounding the goblin kid became stronger—heavier—with each passing moment, but his eyes were crimson with no iris.
'He totally blacked out,' Giliberu thought, clenching his fists.
Just after a minute, the Goblin Lord ordered, folding his hands, "Check his status again."
"Appraisal." Giliberu used his skill again.
[ —Status—
—Name: ???
—Race: Tempt-born Goblin ★ {Raised by carnal impulse}
—Class: Desire Striker {Uncommon}
—Titles: Stinky Goblin
—Level: 17 {56} {Affected by carnal impulse}
—Tier: 2 ]
"What?" His mouth opened wide. He rose by five levels in the span of a minute.
His body trembled. 'I took three years—even with the Boundless Growth blessing—to reach Level 31, without any rest day… but here he is…'
The goblin kid became so powerful that the two muscular goblins holding him began sweating.
"Lord, we cannot hold him any longer."
"I'll hold him down," Goblin Lord said, flashing in front of the goblin kid.
Whoosh!
He grabbed the goblin kid by the head and raised him into the air.
Boom!
The pinkish aura surrounding the goblin kid flared, growing stronger and stronger.
The goblin kid slammed his small fist into the Goblin Lord's muscular arm to free himself, but was powerless to even scratch that big arm.
"What? level 91 already?" After five minutes, Giliberu exclaimed, body trembling. 'It took more than 150 loops for me to reach it.'
He glared piercingly at the goblin kid—his body wrapped in the pinkish aura that rose to the ceiling.
The entire dwelling was covered with the pink aura, but dark energy stopped it from leaking out.
'If Goblin Lord didn't exert his power, the goblin village would have been blown away,' he mused, watching demonic force erupt from him.