episode_0004

“Am I alive?”

Serena quickly glanced at the approaching ground, but after the collision, all she felt was a light shaking impact.

However, for some reason, her vision was dark, and she couldn’t move her upper body.

“Moreover, it’s strangely cold… Wait! Is this dirt?”

The sensation on her skin definitely felt like dirt. She could move freely below her waist, but gravity burdened her waist.

“That crazy goddess handled me like this!”

Serena tried kicking her legs to escape from the ground, but it only caused excruciating pain with no effect.

Although Serena hadn’t expected much from Grace, the protagonist with pink hair, and the goddess-like figure, she never imagined being in such a predicament.

Internally, Serena’s prejudice against pink-haired women grew stronger.

Meanwhile, the goblins watching her struggles pondered the situation carefully.

In the dead of night, a bright light struck the ground, followed by what seemed like the wriggling of something resembling a female creature’s lower body.

However, for goblins who were inherently foolish and acted on instinct, the process didn’t matter. What mattered was the tantalizing buttocks right in front of them!

Approaching cautiously towards Serena stuck in the ground, a goblin.

Unaware of these movements, Serena could only sigh at her current situation.

“Sigh… Why is my crotch wet and messy? Did I pee myself?”

At her age, peeing was a form of self-defense.

Honestly, free-falling without a parachute made her think that peeing was a minor issue.

Never in her wildest dreams did Serena imagine being molested by the goddess during her unconsciousness.

“It’s so damn hard. Let’s take a short break.”

With her already poor stamina, escaping from the ground seemed like an impossible task for Serena.

Tap, tap.

“Huh? Did someone touch me?”

Tap, tap.

She wasn’t mistaken. It felt like someone was lightly kicking her lower abdomen.

“Excuse me! There’s someone here! Help me!!!”

But the most significant problem wasn’t that Serena’s voice buried in the ground was barely audible above ground; it was the fact that the goblins were the ones hearing it.

Just like their usual behavior of ignoring the screams of females and happily carrying on with their tasks, the goblin ignored Serena’s cries neatly.

“Kerrrr, definitely a human female. And quite a rare one.”

As per the world of Yagam with numerous livestock farms in every monster nest, goblins had a keen eye for females.

Living in an era of one nest, one livestock farm, the more females capable of bearing offspring, the better.

And the females used as livestock were not only plentiful but also remarkably beautiful.

How they maintained population numbers with so many females being taken to livestock farms was one of the major mysteries of the Demon Lord’s army, but let’s not dwell on that.

This is the world of Yagam.

Let’s not sweat the small stuff.

Of course, from the perspective of the Demon Lord’s army fighting against it, the unyielding number of humans was reaching critical levels, but what can be done? That’s just how the world is.

There was an incident where a rescued female with a high mana suitability gave birth to a human child, who was said to consume souls early on. The higher demons tried to resolve the situation, but it was futile.

And the bloodbath began.

When lesser demons or monsters slaughtered humans who wielded mana, the higher demons intervened.

Instead of merely killing them, they used the losses painfully as bargaining chips.

Afterward, the moban’s structure was established, and the child broke the high-ranking demon’s pot. And then what happened to that human? Due to his carelessness, he became a low-ranking moban.

And so, 90 years passed.

After employing all sorts of tactics and strategies, the goddess was secretly defeated by the enemy ten years ago.

Although the goddess escaped a year later, it was clear to the adjutant that the demon army had been suspicious because the adjutant was too smooth.

It was as if someone had already received instructions from the goddess. However, dismissing the idea that the goddess would do such a thing, they blinded themselves with victory and ignored the truth.

And back to summer.

As Serena pondered why the goblin wouldn’t release her quickly, she was surprised when the goblin suddenly thrust its nose into her crotch for a thorough quality inspection.

Startled by the sudden pressure on her crotch, Serena began to thrash around, and the goblin’s chin met Serena’s heel squarely.

“Ouch! Ouch!”

The goblin, grabbing his chin in pain from Serena’s attack, screamed. Seeing their comrade under attack, other goblins proceeded to hit Serena’s buttocks with a club.

“Ouch! It hurts!”

“Ouch! It hurts!”

Except for the goblins administering the beating, the rest writhed in agony.

Once the chaos subsided somewhat, a goblin stood up.

Serena, a female goblin embodying the saying “even a beautiful rose has thorns,” sought revenge only on her own terms, not even knowing the flower’s name.

Raising a wooden club high with one hand, she struck Serena’s crotch.

“Ahhhh!”

Serena, experiencing excruciating pain she had never felt before, let out the loudest scream of her life. The goblins, reveling in her screams, were ecstatic.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Who the hell are you? Stop… Ouch! Please stop!”

Overwhelmed by the pain she had never experienced before, Serena’s resistance waned, and she slumped forward.

However, the goblins paid no attention to her plight and continued their assault, eventually causing Serena’s bladder to surrender first due to unbearable pain.

Trickling down, golden liquid painted Serena’s writhing body.

“Sob… Ugh…”

Overwhelmed by injustice and shame, Serena choked back tears, feeling utterly helpless.

As Serena’s misery increased, the goblins, in contrast, danced and reveled as if nothing had ever happened.

“Kekekeke.”

Their raucous laughter and dancing prevented them from noticing the approaching footsteps in the darkness.

“Damn, it’s so noisy here.”

“Huh? Ouch!”

The goblins were startled by the appearance of a stranger. Only the goblin who had been hit by Serena remained oblivious, engrossed in his task.

“Hmm?”

Only then did the goblin realize the eerie silence around him. His comrades were gone. And there was a human staring at him.

Swish!

In an instant, a red cord tightened around the goblin’s neck. Writhing in pain, the goblin was silenced as the man gestured disapprovingly at his screams.

“It’s convenient that one of the foot soldiers died. And that over there…”

The man chuckled upon discovering Serena’s buttocks, covered in filthy urine, pinned to the ground.

“Hehehe, it’s a mess outside the cave, so I came out to see what’s going on.”

The man laughed, muttering something to his staff, and as he chanted, the ground beneath where Serena was pinned receded, causing Serena’s body to float once more.

“Ugh…”

Serena’s tear-streaked face emerged from the pit, looking ridiculous due to tears and snot, yet her beauty remained undiminished.

The man concealed his dark intentions as much as possible and addressed Serena.

“Are you alright, miss? It’s fortunate that I arrived in time before the goblins attacked you in this trap on a late night like this.”

“Thank you. Thank you. But who are you?”

Expressing infinite gratitude to her savior, Serena inquired about his identity.

In a world where the worldview is paramount, personal information holds significance.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Morus, a wizard from the Magic Association. I am staying here for research purposes. If it wouldn’t inconvenience the lady, how about staying in my temporary workshop?”

“Thank you for your offer, but I…”

Grrrrrrrrrrr.

At that moment, a loud howl resonated through the forest.

It was unmistakably not the sound of an ordinary beast but that of a large monster.

Although Serena recoiled at the sound, one thing not to be trusted in this world was eccentric wanderers.

“I…”

“Tsk, how troublesome.”

As Serena hesitated, Morus retrieved something from his pocket and sprinkled it over her, seeming quite annoyed.

Poof.

“Cough, cough, this is…”

As Serena breathed in the powder sprinkled on her face, her vision blurred. The hypnotic powder, a pride of the Demon Army, seemed to have taken effect.

Though the duration of such powders was short, and skilled individuals were unlikely to fall for them, this woman before him appeared to be an easy target.

Confirming the success of the hypnosis powder, Morus chuckled and led the goblin and Serena to his temporary workshop.