After collecting a massive pile of eggshells and manure, the workers pushed the truck to the prepared site.
Mike had already dug a deep hole for cultivation.
He stood tall, face serious, and commanded,
"Time for work."
He explained carefully how the workers should proceed.
The eggshells were rich in nutrients a perfect addition to the soil.
Hours passed, the workers tilled and cultivated under the scorching sun while Mike reclined comfortably in his chair, observing.
Eventually, one exhausted worker approached him. Bowing low, he said,
"We are tired… and hungry. We need food."
Mike's lips curved into a malicious smile.
"Hehe… I can provide abundant food, but only after a few more hours of work."
He returned to planning the next steps but then a strange voice echoed across the forest. Curious, he ran toward it.
Ahead, a female goblin stood, towering and imposing: green-skinned, yellow eyes, long flowing hair, and a muscular, shapely body.
Behind her, 500 goblins armed with weapons formed an army.
Mike's instinct told him to flee. But he didn't. Instead, he thought:
Perfect opportunity to exploit them all.
With a malicious grin, he approached, stopping just a few meters from the goblin queen. Bowing slightly, he said,
"Good morning. I am the new servant of the Demon King . You will assist me in my projects."
The goblins froze, confused. Many, lacking intelligence, drooled hungrily.
"A human… fresh! Let's eat him delicious and juicy!" one whispered.
The queen, Nesh, hesitated. She had never seen a human approach her without a weapon or fear.
Could he really be a servant of the Demon King? Maybe even a general, she wondered.
Generals were the strongest and highest authorities of the Dark Territory.
Mike didn't flinch. He didn't blink.
Nesh's unease grew.
Ha ha ha… easy. I will exploit them all! Mike thought.
They marched to the forest of giant birds. Nesh whispered,
"Do you really want us to conquer this place? It's dangerous."
Mike's eyes gleamed.
"The orders of our king are absolute… do you wish to disobey him?"
Nesh nodded, reluctantly approving. The goblins charged up the hill, attacking the birds. Mike stayed behind, observing.
A goblin asked, puzzled
,
"Why are you staying back?"
Mike replied calmly,
"There's nothing for me here."
Meanwhile, Nesh slashed through hundreds of birds with precision, her rage skill activating. A green aura of mana engulfed her, exponentially increasing her strength.
The battlefield became a massacre birds and goblins fell, leaving the forest floor strewn with corpses.
Hours passed. Nesh collapsed to her knees, gripping her massive sword with one hand, panting.
Will it ever end here? she whispered.
Then Mike appeared, calm and terrifying.
"Now… everything is under control."
SYSTEM
[Potential Wife: +1 → 2]
[Emotion toward you: 15 → 40]
[Unique Skill Activated]
Mike exhaled a hot breath, his eyes glowing with a frightening aura.
The birds scattered in terror, disappearing from view.
Nesh swallowed hard.
"Who… are you, really?" she asked.
Mike turned slowly, face composed.
"Just a servant named Mike."
She whispered his name, awe and fear mixing:
"Mike…"
About 165 goblins had died in the battle. Mike's lips curled into a smile. Their corpses would serve as food.
He didn't regret it he had always disliked goblins ever since watching one of his favorite anime characters being tormented by them.
One glimpse was enough to make him despise the species.
Mike gave precise orders on how the goblin corpses would be prepared. He pretended to be affected by their deaths, a performance for the sake of Nesh and the other creatures but it was a lie.
For a day and a half, the goblin meat was processed under strict supervision. Any goblins who dared to disobey him met Nesh's blade without mercy.
SYSTEM
[Nesh's Emotion Toward You Increased: 55]
[New Skills Unlocked Level 15 Required for Use]
Meanwhile, back at the farm, the workers were starving. Many had already collapsed from exhaustion and hunger, lying in pitiful states.
Neva looked on, her eyes filled with pity, muttering softly,
"That man… he ran off… but why does he care so little?"
Then, from the distance, the sound of marching reached their ears. An army approached Mike and Nesh standing side by side.
Goblins carried massive bags, their silhouettes dark and menacing against the horizon.
Mike bowed slightly, a gesture of authority. The goblins dropped two enormous sacks of meat at his feet.
He spread his arms wide, towering over them, a figure of supreme dominance. His voice boomed, cold and commanding:
"You all may eat. I always do what I am meant to do."
The workers looked up, trembling not from fear of Mike, but from the sheer weight of his presence.
This was the man who had kept them alive.. or decide their end.