Slime Leveling [Litrpg, Timeloop]-Chapter 200—Wish as Goblin Lord

The young slime recalled the warm hugs of the blue jelly blob that greeted him every time he started a loop.

Many times, he was the reason for their fall.

Elder Slime was knowledgeable and experienced, yet despite knowing he would perish, he agreed to follow the young slime's plan.

"So, what is it?" the Creation Goddess asked, her voice gentle.

The young slime, taking a deep breath, replied, "I wish for goblins to recover from the curse and not be affected by desire."

"Very well," the Creation Goddess nodded, then asked sternly, "Is that your desire? Once I grant it, you cannot ask for another. Take your time and decide."

The Goblin Lord's final words—'Son… prove that your way is correct… I'll watch from hell.'—still echoed in the young slime's mind.

He declared sharply, "That's my wish."

Silence filled the blue dimension. Even the light around the Goddess seemed to pause. This was the point of no return.

He added, "I started this penance because of it, and I cannot go back. Yes, power would help me, and you can even heal my soul, but if I trade them for power now, then everything I endured was nothing."

"One last time, I'm asking you," the Creation Goddess narrowed her eyes. "Is this what you really want?"

The young slime sighed. "Is that what I truly want? No... I want to be freed from the half-fused sealed artifact, Vael...."

His past deaths flashed through his mind one by one—slain by Baron Blackwell's soldiers, helpless before the sealed artifacts as he continued, "I want power to save everyone. I want my Mama Slime, Elder Slime, and the others to be resurrected."

For a brief moment, his body trembled.

If he asked for it now, everything would disappear — the sealed artifact, the curse, the loneliness. All of it.

For a fleeting instant, he imagined it—waking up in a clean Slime house...his dwelling and hearing Mama Slime's gentle voice, watching Elder Slime analyze magic runes and teaching him.

No death loop. No sealed artifact fused. Just warmth. The temptation burned hotter than any curse he had endured.

He sighed, "But I stand here as Goblin Lord. And I will not abandon that."

"So you are choosing others above your personal needs?" the Creation Goddess asked, folding her hands.

"Yes," the young slime nodded. "I can fix my problems later if I survive long enough and get stronger... But for goblins, I don't think anyone will come close to you, nor get powerful enough. Isn't it?"

The Creation Goddess groaned softly. "Yes, you are indeed right. You have the hope of setting things right for yourself, but goblins don't."

With a pause, she raised her palm and declared, "I, Creation Goddess, grant your wish. Goblins shall have women in their race from now on, and their curse shall be reduced by a large margin, to three months from now on. And they can withstand three strikes in a row. To unlock their full potential, they'll have to withstand twelve strikes in a row."

A bright blue light shone from her palm.

On the other side—

A bright blue energy swept through the world. For a split moment, every goblin glowed with blue light.

In a wooden dwelling—

An elderly goblin, the size of a human six-year-old kid, clad in a leaf skirt, whose body was surrounded by a pink aura, suddenly glanced at himself.

"Why is it this weak this time?" He tilted his head. "Before, it would be unbearable and painful."

He glanced at the panicking young woman in a ragged tunic in front of him and muttered, "Not only am I conscious, but I can also control myself."

He looked at his palms with wide eyes.

Thud! thud!—a young goblin kid rushed in. "Goblin Lord Giru, a young woman is going to give birth to your son!"

Giru nodded and rushed out.

They ran to a wooden dwelling next door.

"This is unbelievable!" The elderly goblin fell down while the other goblins' eyes widened and their mouths hung open.

"What's wrong?" Giru asked, but no one opened their mouths.

Silence spread over the room.

He walked to the front and stood still, his eyes wide.

"Ahh!" A cute crying goblin baby girl lay near the fainted young woman.

From the beginning of the goblin race, no goblin girl had been born. For generations, they believed it was impossible.

They were born, lived, and died under a curse that denied them balance. And now, in a dim wooden dwelling that smelled of blood and earth, history itself had shifted.

His mind clicked as his previous Goblin Lord flashed in his mind, who had left them when they were weak.

He still felt furious at him for leaving. There were moments when he cursed and scolded that Goblin Lord while he struggled to survive.

'If only he had been with us… We could have survived,' was only his thought.

Gilo and his fellow goblins fell to strong enemies; he had luckily survived.

He laughed, and his tears flowed from his eyes. "So you succeeded. I'm sorry. You are truly a lord—a true Goblin Lord." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"What? Goblin Lord? Aren't you the Goblin Lord, Giru?" a goblin kid next to him asked.

Giru wiped his eyes and said, "Yes, I hold the title of Goblin Lord, but I'm not worthy."

He, with a deep breath, declared, "In the entire goblin race, if there's anyone worthy to hold this title, it's him: Goblin Lord Giliberu."

He had cursed that name more than once. Now he spoke it with reverence.

It was easy to connect the dots; only Giliberu had gone out to seek the solution for the goblin curse—and he'd succeeded, which Giru figured out.

"Lord, how are you so calm?" the elderly goblin asked, with a trembling voice.

He spotted Giru still glowing with a pinkish aura, yet he remained calm and in control.

"Lord, it seems you have failed to remove it completely… but this is enough," Giru patted his chest and declared. "We, goblins, will always be in debt to you, Goblin Lord Giliberu."

He picked up the goblin baby girl with his trembling hands.

His eyes were wet, "We can live on without stealing women....we can."

In a forest, Holy Sage Thalmyr sensed the changes and grinned bitterly. "He chose for them instead of himself. Incredible. He'll always be known as a great leader."

All the sages felt sad, yet blown away by Giliberu's wish.

In the other dimension—

The young slime felt nothing. No surge of power. No relief. Only a strange quiet inside his chest. And he relaxed.

He frowned and asked, "Why didn't you remove the curse entirely? Wasn't that my wish?"

The Creation Goddess nodded gently. "Yes, indeed it was. But I cannot break certain rules."

"Certain rules? What are they?" the slime asked, clenching his fists.

"To begin with, we have to know how goblins were created," the Creation Goddess replied.

She raised her index finger. "Goblins were the first humanoid creatures I created. Because of this, they possess monstrous potential, comparable only to dragons, phoenixes, and other apex races."

"So goblins aren't worthy of such power?" multicoloured slime questioned, recalling how monstrously tough it was to maintain his control in the first and second strike, let alone for other goblins.

"Yes. Most are not," the Creation Goddess replied gently.

Before the slime could ask, she continued, "Dragons and other top races are beings who did great good merits in their past life. Don't think they just hit the jackpot and were born as dragons or phoenixes. Every apex race member is the same… and this is also why their birth rate is low, and they have few members."

"So goblins?" the young slime cut in. "Are they different?"

The Creation Goddess nodded gently. "Yes, they are different. Anyone can be born as a goblin. But most goblins were those who did evil deeds in their past lives. Now answer: do you think they would be worthy of such power?"

The young slime sighed. "Good must be rewarded with good, and evil must be rewarded with punishment."

"Yes, you are indeed right. Hence, goblins were made base and constrained," the Creation Goddess added with a sigh. "It's just that, since they are my first humanoid creation, they possess monstrous power—and I had to curse them to stop their growth. Later, I decided to use the goblin race as punishment for evildoers."

"So that was the reason..." the young slime finally understood.

The Creation Goddess smiled brightly. "Yes, you did well, Goblin Lord. But now… It's time to let go of the position of Goblin Lord and be yourself."

"Yes, I did everything I could as Goblin Lord," the slime nodded.

The Creation Goddess watched him for a long moment. For the first time, her smile carried approval.

Raising her palm, the Creation Goddess declared, "You used your wish for goblins… I am impressed. So I am granting you a wish on my own. From now on—"