Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"That beast brought our hibernation to an end earlier, putting the supply in the fortress in danger. Not only the Sporemen outside are blocked by the metal revival barrier, but also us inside - food is limited, and we cannot directly demand inexhaustible resources from the earth."

"In this predicament, between starving to death and fighting the spore people, my people chose the latter. They risked connecting the container storing nutrients to the outside world, trying to obtain more supplies so that they could enter hibernation again."

"But this is exactly what the traitor wanted to see. He knew they had no choice."

Ron interrupted the Giant King's story: "Wait, you said 'they'? Where were you at that time?"

"I'm in my hibernation cabin," the gray-green giant said with dim eyes. "That traitor was very cunning. He differentiated the awakening times of people of different classes. The first group to awaken were the lowest class, our craftsmen and farmers. In order to survive, they had to choose the most dangerous method. When I opened my eyes from the cabin, it was already too late."

"The red mold and its minions invaded through the supply pipeline and killed my people! When I woke up, all I could see were the faces of those abominable thorn beasts and spore men!"

"I fought back as hard as I could, but all I could do was just to protect their bodies from being eaten - but that was enough to make those spore people dare not look up to my divine power! Only a thorn beast as big as me fought me to the death, and that was my final outcome."

The Giant King fell silent. He looked into Ron's eyes and found that this man seemed to be still a little unsatisfied.

"Traveler, is there anything else you want to know?" Nuhava asked, "I woke up the latest, so I may not be able to answer you some details... Maybe you can go to the bottom layer, where you may find the answers you want."

"I'll find those myself," Ron nodded, "but there's one thing you should be able to answer me: what's the matter with the mark on your head?"

Ron pointed to the top of the Giant King's head, where there were three marks that were exactly the same as the ones outside. This should indicate that these marks were carved there before he died.

"Mark...ah, yes, this is a gift given to me by our God. When I was about to give up, these marks appeared on my head and helped me kill the monster." Nuhawa touched his head.

"But I think the gift from the gods is not easy to accept. These marks gave me great power, but they also killed me in the end... probably."

Nuhawa was not a real priest or wizard, so he firmly believed in his own judgment. In Ron's opinion, this explanation was full of loopholes.

"Is this a gift from your gods? Did you notice that there is also one on the top of the thorn beast's head?"

"Really?" The Giant King blinked his eyes. "No, that's impossible. It's just a beast. How could the gods favor it?"

"Then let me ask you another question: Are you sure that you were the one who killed the thorn beast in the end?"

"Of course, no, it's hard to say," Nuhawa nodded subconsciously, but soon, even he himself realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his memory, "No, it shouldn't be, did it kill me first? That's not right..." The giant squatted down, as if racking his brains to think about this problem, but he still got nothing. At the same time, Ron found that the space around them was shrinking, and the boundary was squeezing towards the two of them!
"What are you doing?!" Ron reached out to push the other person, wanting him to react and explain, but an invisible force field pushed him away, preventing him from touching the Giant King at all!

As the other party became entangled and pondered, the space was tightening faster and faster!
Ron realized that if he didn't find a way to get out, he would probably be crushed to pieces - was this a self-protection mechanism of the giant? But he was already dead!
Without time to think, Ron once again began to try to change his spell structure, hoping to find a way out. As long as he was given enough time, this task would definitely be completed, but looking at the barriers that kept coming from all directions, Ron felt that he probably didn't have that much time.

But fortunately, he is not alone, never has been.

Just like a drowning person being rescued to dry shore, a big hand suddenly appeared behind Ron and pulled him back. As an obvious boundary was broken, Ron felt his stomach, lungs and brain were all empty at the same time. When he came to his senses, his feet were already standing on the head of the Giant King again!

"Ron! What do you think?"

It was Ivy who pulled him out of the desperate situation. At this moment, the half-elf was anxiously asking questions while feeling Ron's whole body to make sure he was still intact.

"Alright..." Ron shook his body, escaping from the world of severe astigmatism. He felt something wrong all over. Fortunately, Victoria was a reliable pastor. As a beam of golden light enveloped him, Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief and came back to his senses. "Thank you, I'm much better now."

There seemed to be a fishy feeling in his mouth. Ron picked up the water bag and gargled and spit out some substance similar to the mud inside the giant's brain.

"What happened to me just now?"

"You were testing the edge, and then you fell in," Sera crossed her arms and looked at Ron with a frown, as if she was meeting him for the first time. "Why did you behave like that? If we had been a little later to pull you out, you might have really drowned in there!"

"Are there any reptiles or other ambushers in there? We might not even be able to find your whole body by then!"

"I... I'm sorry," Ron looked at the strange and bizarre "brain hole" with some lingering fear, "Just now, it didn't feel like I was walking by myself. I just wanted to take a closer look."

"Jumping in is still a bit too radical."

"Radical? I don't think so." Gillianis's lake blue eyes seemed to be able to see through Ron's whole body. "Radical premise is that this is a decision you made yourself."

"Just now, there was an extremely powerful spiritual force guiding and pulling you. Do you still remember it?"

"Or let me ask you another question: What did you see after you went down?" (End of this chapter)