As a Goblin, I will have a harem

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Freya's expression grew more and more sickly, her beautiful face contorted with anger.

Although she could not use magic, Freya was still a human, and her physical strength far surpassed that of Lorraine, a mere goblin.

Even though Freya was affected by the degraded blood, she managed to resist with her own strength, continuing to strike Lorraine's body.

Lorraine, however, seemed indifferent to the pain of his wounds. After admiring Freya's expression, which resembled that of a withered tree, he slowly began to regulate his breathing.

The next moment, Freya's eyes suddenly widened, and her incessant cursing came to a halt. Her gaze turned round and bloodshot, her face blank with disbelief.

Indeed, Lorraine had succeeded in silencing her—physically silencing her.

At that moment, Freya found herself in an indescribable situation.

She couldn't believe that she, a high and mighty princess of the kingdom, who had been praised as the moon in the sky by countless admirers, was now silenced by a lowly goblin.

It was unimaginable. It felt as though a holy princess, the center of everyone's attention, was being taught a severe lesson by a mere goblin.

"Well... you... you bastard, you're so stupid..."

Freya was shaking violently now, her pride crushed by the situation.

She never thought she would end up like this.

As the princess of the Giorlar Kingdom in the Lapsei Empire, she had been spoiled since childhood, and her heart had gradually been twisted. She took pleasure in seeing others in pain, in savoring the expressions of fear on their faces as they were tortured.

She especially relished the reactions of cute creatures, enjoying their terrified faces as she tormented them bit by bit.

Whenever she saw such expressions, Freya's eyes would fill with excitement, and her emotions would become uncontrollable.

Originally, she had only wanted to catch a new toy on this mission.

The last one—an innocent country boy she'd locked up in the dungeon—had been accidentally tortured to death. Conveniently, Draris had left her a goblin.

Freya, with her vast experience, knew that creatures like goblins—whose vitality was incredibly strong—made the best toys. Unlike humans, goblins had extraordinary stamina.

Even if a goblin's limbs were severed, it could still survive for a long time, and its blood would regenerate much faster than that of other creatures.

However, Freya did not expect that this young goblin in front of her would have such power that it could leave her unable to move.

What frightened her the most was Lorraine's ability to kill her instantly if he chose.

"If I had known... I should have cut off both of this goblin's hands and legs..."

Freya, overwhelmed by the pain, could only think this one thought at that moment.

But before she could regain her composure, Lorraine used his powers once again.

Degraded Liquid!

At the same time, Dralis, a Gold-rank adventurer swordsman, was collecting firewood.

With the strength of a Gold-level adventurer, Dralis was invincible in the outskirts of the Shadow Forest.

The monsters around the forest generally ranged from level 0 to 20, while Dralis was at level 49, just one step away from becoming a Mithril-level adventurer.

In this fantasy world of swords and magic, nearly every adult must register as an adventurer with the Adventurer's Association.

Over time, people became accustomed to using the levels set by the Association to assess the strength of warriors and mages.

Adventurers were divided into the following categories based on their levels:

Bronze adventurers: Levels 0-10

Iron adventurers: Levels 11-20

Silver adventurers: Levels 21-40

Gold adventurers: Levels 41-50

These adventurers are typically the ones civilians or minor nobles encounter.

Beyond these levels, there are those with direct ties to the kingdom:

Mithril-level adventurers: Levels 51-69, usually affiliated with the Kingdom's Elite Knights.

Elite Steel Adventurers: Level 70 and above, typically high-ranking knights or personal guards of the king.

Hero-level adventurers: Level 80 and above, capable of using sixth-tier magic. These adventurers are often referred to as "heroes," and multiple heroes can even defeat the demon kings who appear once every five hundred years.

Nation-destroying adventurers: Levels 90+, able to learn eighth-tier magic. Only one such adventurer is recorded in history, and they disappeared after defeating the 73rd Demon King.

God-level adventurers: Transcendent beings capable of using legendary, super-level magic.

Adventurers of this caliber exist only in ancient legends, and there is no historical record of their existence.

Though Dralis had collected enough firewood, as Freya's personal attendant, he knew her special habits. He knew she would want to indulge herself before giving up.

It was because of this that Freya had deliberately sent him away. She did not like having anyone around who might affect her mood.

Thinking of this, Dralis didn't hurry to return but instead picked up his bow and arrow, intending to hunt a few rabbits for a midnight snack.

As for Freya's safety, he had no worries. Though Freya was only level 10, she could easily handle a tied-up goblin. He had also set up a barrier around their tent to keep away any ordinary monsters.

This was why Dralis had become Freya's personal bodyguard—he knew her habits better than anyone.

Three months ago, he had personally captured a peasant boy and locked him in the dungeon at Freya's request.

Unexpectedly, within just two and a half months, Freya had tortured the boy beyond recognition, eventually killing him and feeding his remains to the dogs.

Without toys to play with, Freya had gone nearly insane.

Although she appeared to be a polite and well-educated princess of Giorlar Kingdom, her true nature revealed itself when she was alone. Without anyone to impress, she became ruthless.

Exactly one day ago, the church near King Giorlar's castle had sent a distress call, saying goblins had attacked, leaving heavy casualties and abducting a nun. They requested the King's aid in rescuing her.

When Freya heard that there was finally an opportunity to leave the castle, she immediately volunteered to take on the task.

King Giorlar, unable to refuse his little princess, had sent Dralis, the captain of the royal guard, along with a Bronze-level attendant to carry out the mission.

Since the mission was on the outskirts of the Shadow Forest, Dralis, with his level 49 strength, was more than capable of handling it. Therefore, King Giorlar hadn't sent additional guards.

On the other side.

On the outskirts of the Shadow Forest, inside Freya's temporary tent.

"Ghawk! Slurp! Ghawk! Slurp!"

Inside the tent, Freya was lying on the floor, her eye's were rolled back, with tears coming out of them as Lorraine's cock was thrusting inside her mouth.

"Swallow it! You slut!"

With his cock inside her mouth, Lorraine released a large amount of degraded liquid inside Freya's mouth. But since her mouth had been forced shut, she had no choice but to swallow it.

Although these liquids had the same effects as the degraded blood, they were much more potent when ingested.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Freya coughed violently, unable to believe that such a lowly goblin dared to treat her in this way.

She wiped the corners of her mouth and stared at Lorraine, her voice trembling with rage, "You lowly insect! Bastard! Disgusting scum! I am the princess of the mighty kingdom, how dare you do this to me!"

"You're finished! When Dralis returns, I'll have him nail you to the wall and cut you into pieces!"

However, Lorraine ignored her threats. He walked slowly behind her, intending to teach her a lesson and complete the task assigned by the system.

Freya turned around and witnessed an incredible sight.

Though she had heard of goblins' special abilities, it wasn't until now that she realized the true horror of what they were capable of.

Her body seemed to betray her will, unable to exert any strength.

She wanted to escape, but it was impossible.

Exhausted, she could only move her body with her hands.

"How dare you, you bastard..."

Her movements slowed, and eventually, she collapsed onto the ground, struggling helplessly.

In that moment of isolation and helplessness, Freya felt a despair and fear she had never known before.

Tears streamed down her face as she cried out in pain, her despair echoing in the empty tent.

After all, the blood applied externally had only a small effect, while this time, Freya had absorbed the entire degraded liquid.

As the liquid took effect, Freya—who had already recovered some strength—completely collapsed, her body unable to withstand the overwhelming sensation.

"No! No! I was wrong. How could... how could this... exist?"

"Please, stop! I'll die if you keep going!"

Seeing that Lorraine was truly going to act, Freya changed her tone, looking at him in desperation and begging for mercy.

But her pleas were in vain.