Slime Leveling [Litrpg, Timeloop]-Chapter 185—What kind of lord are you?

"Demonic Bind." Giliberu cast as large dark veins erupted from the ground and coiled around Giru.

"AHhh!" Giru screamed as the curse intensified.

"Lord, we must find a toy," Gilo said, scanning the surroundings.

Giliberu scowled at his words and cast, "Demonic Bind."

Another set of dark veins coiled around Giru.

"What now?" Giliberu muttered, clenching his fists.

"Without a woman… he'll only grow stronger," he muttered. "He'll achieve it at any cost."

"Demonic Bind! Demonic Bind!" he kept casting.

Giru was covered from forehead to toe with the binds.

Pink aura still pulsed beneath the dark veins.

"Demonic Surge." Giliberu placed his palm on Giru's shoulder.

Dark energy surrounded both of the goblins.

"You can do it!" Gilo cheered.

"Lord, it's no use," a goblin kid said, shaking his head.

"We must search a woman, lord," another goblin kid joined.

"Let's go search for a toy," a goblin kid with a spear on his back yelled, waving goblin kids to follow.

"Wait… stop," Giliberu barked, "He might be able to hold on."

"No… he is not you, and neither are we," the spear goblin kid said coldly.

"Gililo, what are you saying?" Gilo hissed, frowning.

"Gilo, he isn't fit to be our lord," Gililo replied sternly. "If we cannot get baby machines—"

He was cut off by a goblin kid who held a bow in his hand. "We cannot continue our race… and he isn't fit to be our lord."

"Let's decide later," Giliberu yelled, as his demonic force erupted, shaking them.

They fell silent under his pressure.

Giliberu sweated as he held Giru in place.

Hours later—

Boom!

Giru screamed as the pink aura surged, breaking free.

Giliberu took deep breaths his sweat fell to the ground.

"Appraisal," he used his skill, glancing at Giru, who dashed out.

[ Ding! Opening Status! ]

[ —Status—

—Name: Giru

—Race: Temp-Seducer Goblin ★★★★★ {Raised by Carnal Impulse}

—Class: Desire Vesper {Rare}

—Level: 12 {150} {Affected by Carnal Impulse}

—Tier: 3 ]

"Tier 3…" he scowled, sinking to the ground.

"No wonder I couldn't stop him." He closed his eyes. A Tier 2 binding the Tier 3 was impossible.

"Lord, what should we do?" Gilo asked, as he glanced at the exhausted Giliberu.

He glanced at the goblin kids glaring at him.

Giliberu, not caring about them, meditated to recover his energies.

A few hours later—

"As expected," Giliberu muttered, noticing the two unconscious and pale young adventurer women clad in torn tunics, who were tied to a tree.

A middle-aged man lay dead nearby, a gaping hole torn through his gut.

He sighed, shaking his head. 'The deed is done.'

He had failed them already.

'If it's by women's own will, it won't be a problem, but,' he frowned, at such disgusting behavior.

Giru sat nearby them with a big grin.

He yelled, "Lord, it's fun… I don't understand why you don't play."

"Tch!" Gililo clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes.

"Young Lord doesn't like to play," he added, scowling.

Whoosh!

"Ahh," he screamed as he was held by his throat.

Giliberu stared coldly into his eyes, declaring coldly, "If you speak one more word… You are dead."

Thud!

He dropped him to the ground, as Gililo pissed himself in fear.

Other goblins trembled and stopped their playful behavior.

Giru silently removed the binds tied around the adventurers.

"Let's go and leave them," he said, waving at others to follow.

Three days passed as Giliberu taught them hunting and survival.

"This portion is for you…And this is for Gilo," Giliberu distributed the food.

"What about the shelter, lord?" Gilo asked, chewing the cooked meat.

"Fireball," Giliberu cast, cooking the food.

He replied, "We'll build one today… I found one place."

"Good." Goblin kids grinned, but Gililo scowled; he bit on the raw meat strongly.

Hours later—

"This is one…" Giliberu said, pointing to the lake.

"And here we can build our houses," he declared.

"It's not a bad area," Giru said, scrutinizing the area.

A small, clean water body was falling from a large mountain, and the mountain covered the lake in a C shape.

"And we can eat fruits if we don't find the hunt," Gilo said, pointing to oranges, grapes, and other fruits on the trees.

"Good," Giliberu nodded, clapping his hands. "Let's get to work."

They soon started to build the houses by cutting trees.

One day later—

"It's finished," Giliberu muttered, as more than ten wooden buildings of one story stood in front of him.

"One is for you, lord," Giru said, pointing to the center one.

"Are you sure?" Giliberu asked, frowning.

"Yes, lord… one for you," Giru nodded, grinning.

"We'll share like how adults did," Gilo added.

Giliberu glanced at others who also nodded with smiles, while Gililo just clenched his jaw.

Giliberu, with a grin, entered his dwelling and glanced at his small mattress made by leaves, which sat atop a wooden bed.

He leapt on it and felt the sharp leaves.

He sat up, muttering, "Still not as experienced as adults."

He recalled how soft his leaf mattress was in his previous dwelling.

He sighed as Goblin Lord flashed in his mind, teaching.

"Your behavior was at fault…" he said, lying down on the sharp mattress.

"AHhh!" a goblin suddenly roared.

Giliberu instantly rushed to the sound and entered the dwelling.

Gilo was flaring with the pink aura, and his eyes had turned white.

"Demonic Bind."

"Demonic Bind,"

Giliberu cast in a row.

Gilo was tied up from top to bottom.

"Great… great," Gililo shouted, rushing in.

"What?" Giliberu held him by the throat and raised him up.

"Hmm..." Gililo squealed, but glared strongly, coldly at Giliberu.

Thud!

Giliberu dropped him, declared, "Run before I really kill you."

"Run? What you are doing will just increase pain." Gililo screamed.

He pointed his fingers at Gilo, who was tied up. "You cannot stop him. And you let two good toys go."

"And how do you think we'll be able to have babies?" Giru asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Giru?" Giliberu was surprised; Giru, who was supportive of him, turned sides.

"Lord… you must answer now," a goblin kid yelled, clenching fists.

"We cannot live without women." Another goblin kid roared. "You must bring toys or let us bring baby machines."

"If you don't…We'll go extinct," Giru said coldly.

With a deep breath, he added, "Lord… if we don't take them, we die. So tell us… what kind of lord are you?"

Giliberu fell silent. He scowled. 'They cannot live without them… and the curse is merciless.'

His trait let him endure it like nothing. But not everyone had that blessing.

"AHHh!" Gilo screamed as the pink aura flared brighter.

"Decide, Lord. We have to get a woman. Now." Giru said, clenching his sword.