I'm not a goblin Frankenstein's monster.

Hmm? This is...

Xia Lin was startled, her heart pounding.

The cheat code has hidden functions? Entry fusion?

Is it coming?

A personal, exclusive entry?

The light is stable, and the fusion result is evident:

[Zigzag (Green)] + [Healthy Gut (White)] → [Amazingly Large Stomach (White)] ↓

[Amazingly Large Stomach (White)]

Effects: Significantly increased appetite, greatly improved digestive capacity and efficiency, and faster energy absorption from food (slightly faster physical recovery).

Description: Your digestive system seems to be connected to another dimension, and its processing capacity is comparable to the decomposition furnace in an alchemy workshop.

Evaluation: A ruthless manure-producing machine.

Are you sure? Yes/No

Xia Lin: "......."

Unfortunately, it was all for naught.

If this had happened before he time-traveled, he could have easily become a popular food vlogger with this skill.

When green and white entries are merged, the quality is diluted to white, which is not worthwhile at present.

"Let's try again when we find a suitable entry."

With a thought, Xia Lin canceled the fusion, and the two entries separated again, floating quietly.

"How's it going, Charlin? Have you counted enough gopher tails?" Gondor wiped the grease from his mouth haphazardly.

"Hmm, forty-seven. We're three short of the required number." Xia Lin weighed the leather pouch at his waist.

"Great! Finally, I can go back to the hotel to rest." Gondor's eyes lit up. "All I want now is a hot bath and a good night's sleep."

"Come on, Gondor," the dwarf Tyr chuckled mockingly. "You're just missing that voluptuous red-haired waitress at the Moonlight Tavern, aren't you?"

Gondor rolled his eyes at him: "Stop talking nonsense. I'm exhausted after a long day of work. Besides, the women at the Moonlight Tavern aren't free. I don't have that kind of spare money."

He patted the small round shield at his waist and the short-handled warhammer that looked more like a pickaxe: "Saving money to upgrade equipment is the real deal! Once I've put on a full set of chainmail inlaid with iron plates, I'll get a two-handed battle axe crafted by a dwarven artisan..."

Gondor's eyes gleamed with growing imagination as he spoke: "Then we'll go to the Moonlight Tavern again, and I'll definitely order two girls... no, three! I'll show them the might of dwarven warriors!"

Tyrell: "Then you should definitely remember to find a decent quality bench."

Xia Lin shook his head helplessly.

Having spent the past few days traveling, he had already gotten used to the banter and jokes of his two temporary teammates.

The dwarf Gondor is rough, boisterous, and loves to drink; he talks a lot of nonsense. The dwarf Tyr is clever, cunning, and well-informed.

Although none of them were particularly reliable or powerful teammates, at least in this low-level mission, they cooperated quite well.

"The mission isn't over yet, don't get too excited," Tyr reminded him seriously. "It's harvest season now, and the goblins in Loran Forest are causing trouble. Several villages in the surrounding area have been attacked."

Goblin.

Upon hearing this word, Xia Lin paused slightly.

This is a low-level monster that is infamous in countless fantasy stories.

Greed, cruelty, and filth are like weeds, difficult to eradicate.

They not only attack lone travelers and plunder small caravans, but also frequently raid villages in groups, stealing food and abducting women to reproduce.

These green-skinned dwarfs become even more rampant, especially during the harvest season.

Ordinary goblins are only half the height of humans, about one meter tall, with rough, dark green skin and pointed ears.

They typically use crudely made wooden sticks and short spears with stone shards tied to them. They are of low intelligence, and in a one-on-one fight, even a farmer with a pitchfork can drive them away.

However, once their numbers reach a certain scale, they become a serious threat.

If the number reaches dozens or even hundreds, and a mutated leader such as a goblin appears, then it will be a disaster that requires regular soldiers or experienced adventurer teams to deal with.

"That sounds really creepy," Gondor the dwarf frowned.

The dwarf Tyr nodded: "What's worse, it's said that the goblin race has no females and relies entirely on plundering females from other races to reproduce."

He paused, then continued his explanation: "Furthermore, in the goblin's aesthetic view, orcs and dwarves are considered the most ideal partners—their size and strength better meet their needs."

He glanced at Gondor and said, "So you'd better watch out, because in the eyes of goblins, your size is considered 'ideal'."

"Bullshit! Don't goblins only rob females?" Gondor glared. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

He didn't want to face such an evil creature.

"What do you think? Goblins are beasts, they have no feelings!"

Tyr continued to expand on their knowledge, saying, "We've already taken our pants off, so who cares if you're male or female? Even if you're a lizard, you'd better cover your backside and leave."

"Besides, the aesthetic sense of low-level monsters is hard to predict."

"It dares to try! My warhammer isn't just for show!"

Gondor brandished his weapon, adopting a fighting stance, clearly feeling a bit uneasy.

-

A cool night breeze swept across the woodland and wheat fields, making the wheat ripple softly.

However, the tranquility of this early autumn night was abruptly broken by a sudden, rustling friction sound.

The sound came from a clump of low, dense bushes to the side and front, as if something was moving inside, accompanied by a suppressed "gurgling" sound.

"Something's happening!" The dwarf Tyr reacted the fastest. His relaxed body tensed up instantly, and two short daggers slid silently into his hands. His short body crouched down slightly, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

The dwarf Gondor let out a low growl, slamming his warhammer into the ground with a clang, while raising his other hand to hold up the small, slightly deformed round shield in front of him.

Xia Lin's heart raced. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and firmly gripped the sword hilt with his right hand.

The cool metallic touch traveled through my palm, bringing a sense of calm.

Facing danger head-on doesn't guarantee a safe escape, but chaos and running away will only lead to death.

The experience summarized by the adventurers at the bottom level allowed the three to quickly find a solution.

He shifted two steps to the side, forming a triangular formation with Gondor and Tyr, and scanned the swaying shadow.

"Watch out from behind and the sides!" Tyr's voice was extremely low, but his speech was rapid. "It might be a goblin scout team; they rarely go alone..."

Before the words were finished—

"Wah-cha! Wah-la!"

Accompanied by a sharp, eerie cry, three short, dark green figures suddenly leaped out from behind the bushes!

The three goblins were pitifully poorly equipped: one held a short sword that looked like it was made of scrap iron and barely tied to a wooden stick, its blade covered in rust; another held a wooden spear with a sharpened tip that was fairly straight; and the last one wielded a thick wooden stick that looked particularly heavy and was studded with a few pebbles.

Greed and cruelty gleamed in his murky little eyes.

Almost at the same time they appeared—

Whoosh!

A crudely made arrow, whistling through the air, shot out from the shadow of an old oak tree in the distance, its target the most conspicuous Gondor!

"when!"

The arrow struck the dwarf's round shield with a dull thud, but it did not penetrate the defense made of leather and thin wooden strips.

"And there's a bastard who shoots arrows from the shadows!" Gondor cursed, his anger ignited by the sneak attack.

"I'll hold off these two, you guys take care of the archers!"

During the battle, there's no time to be distracted; you might just get hit by a hidden arrow from the shadows.

Taking out the ranged shooters first is especially important.

It also comes from the experience of adventurers at the bottom.