"Status."
Rae muttered, getting comfortable on his straw bed like a retired warrior settling into a haystack of disappointment.
It wasn't comfortable—hell, it felt like he was sleeping on shredded broomsticks—but somehow, his new goblin body didn't seem to care. Perks of being a creature built for mud and misery, apparently.
A glowing screen blinked into existence in front of him.
[Name: Raedon]
[Age: 19]
[Race: Goblin]
[Level: 0]
[Lust Points: 0/100]
[Ability: None]
[Note: Charm, strength, and other stats increase as your level increases.]
"...Bruh."
Rae stared at the floating screen, face deadpan. Level zero? That was practically tutorial-level worm shit. He didn't even know it was possible to be level zero.
All those manhwas, light novels, and fantasy RPGs—and not once had he seen someone start off this low on the food chain.
"They really cooked me into a discount gremlin," he grumbled, rubbing his temples.
But then... his eyes glimmered with a bit of goblin mischief.
The second quest... it wasn't impossible. No dragons to slay. No dungeons to crawl. Just... a bit of innocent boob contact.
'Just gotta graze a milk tank and—bam—reward city.'
He bit his lip, half in frustration, half in curiosity.
I wonder what a hundred lust points can actually do...
DING!
Right on cue, the system chimed like a waiter confirming his dirty fantasy order.
[100 Lust Points = 1 Level-Up Point]
Rae's eyes lit up like he just won horny bingo. He jumped up from his itchy straw bed and stretched like he was about to hit the gym of degeneracy.
"This is gonna be a cakewalk."
Rae smirked.
"And hey, thank the gods this poor bastard's name was Raedon. I can still call myself Rae. That's at least one crisis dodged. Nothing kills the mood like having to shout Zarglethor the Third during a steamy session."
He let out a sigh of relief, plopping down like a retired villain planning his comeback tour.
"But... what even am I right now? And where the hell is this place?"
His brow furrowed.
"A human just healed me. And not just any human—a hot mom with a baby on the boob! Since when do humans not set goblins on fire the moment they see them?"
He scratched his head with his little goblin hand.
"I mean, goblins are usually walking violations of everything holy. Every fantasy novel calls us horny pests with a sword fetish. Why am I the one getting special treatment?"
The memory of that woman flashed in his mind. Her generous milk jugs, her soft humming, her absolute lack of panic while a goblin literally breathed the same air as her and her baby. Rae blinked.
"Wait... don't tell me... humans and goblins live in harmony here?" His eyes sparkled. "Does that mean... I can legally pork a human girl?! Hehehehe..."
He rubbed his grubby green hands together like a Saturday morning cartoon villain about to steal candy and common sense from the entire town.
If Rae had a mirror in front of him, even he would've wanted to punch his own creepy-ass grin. Dude looked like he was one trench coat away from a restraining order.
But before his dirty dreams could take flight...
"HUUUUGHH!!"
Pain struck his goblin noggin like a lightning bolt of regret. He clutched his skull, collapsing to his knees.
"Aghhh! What the hell?!"
His eyes watered, his teeth clenched. It felt like someone just shoved a full season of reality TV directly into his brain.
A flood of images, sounds, and thoughts—memories that weren't his—came crashing in like a mental tsunami.
It was this goblin's past. His fears. His cravings. His trauma. Rae was getting the full, grimy download—and it felt like being dragged through a sewer of emotion with no pants on.
The world spun. His vision blurred.
And then—blackout.
Like a PC from 2003, Rae's system overloaded, and the goblin boy hit the ground face-first, knocked out cold. Dreaming of boobs, confusion, and the sweet, forbidden taste of destiny.
...
Hours later, Rae woke up with the grace of a hungover raccoon. His face twisted into a frown, his mood darker than a demon's butthole on laundry day.
He sat up, stared at the dirt like it owed him money, and then—
"DAMMIT! DAMMIT! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!"
He cackled like a madman, pounding the ground as if it had personally betrayed him. Which, in his mind, it kinda had.
What he saw... what he felt... wasn't just a dream or some post-nut hallucination. Nope.
Those were memories, baby. Raedon's memories. The original goblin tenant of this little green meat suit. And boy, they were a trip.
Just hours ago, Rae had been fantasizing about building his very own harem of human hotties, legally porking his way into power and pleasure. But now?
All those dreams got dropkicked into a flaming dumpster of despair.
Because—plot twist—he wasn't just a goblin.
He was a slave goblin.