Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

I'm two years old.

I've been able to go hunting since I was four years old, being recognized as serving one person.

When it comes to serving at the age of four, you'd be surprised if you were human, but given the speed with which the goblins grew, it was enough.

Instead, from a goblin with a life expectancy of only about ten years, it could be about as slow as the other way around.

The life expectancy of goblins is ten years in this world.

Converted to the years of the Earth, about eleven years.

About thirteen years even if I can live longer.

That's the grace period given to goblins.

We have to evolve before that life expectancy runs out.

In order for the goblin to evolve, the level has to rise to ten.

Besides, that doesn't mean I can evolve into a hobgoblin.

When goblins reach level 10, they can evolve into one of three species: goblin fighters, rangers, and shamans.

Which evolves into a choice.

But there are times when evolutionary destinations are fixed by their status at that time.

A fighter strong in melee and loyal to the most basic.

High speed, clever hands and an auxiliary ranger.

Sherman with a strong magic system and capable of handling magic.

The most popular is the fighter.

Rather than being unpopular, Sherman is less numerous because of the many things he is unfit for.

And Rangers aren't popular.

It is said that the goblins who cannot stand the hunt and will be involved in the internal affairs of the village in the future are ahead of us in evolution.

In fact, I don't think Rangers are inferior to fighters and shamans.

However, compared to the other two types that are easy to understand, I don't think they are popular because they are really suitable for bastards.

Via these three evolutionary destinations, we can go up to level 10 again and finally evolve into a hobgoblin.

If you evolve into a hobgoblin, you don't have to worry about life expectancy anymore.

They say they can live roughly as long as humans.

Most of all, few hobgoblins lose their lives before they reach life expectancy in this harsh environment.

Just because it's evolved doesn't mean that's where the battle for survival ends.

My age is full of goblins.

I can't afford to let them play in the village of Goblin, not to mention children, and when they are able to work to some extent, they will help with the house.

In my case, it was a field job.

Even in this village, in the weak mountains of the sun, there are plants that grow once and for all.

growing those vital vegetables.

This was quite the heavy labor, which was tough on the child's body.

First, we have to manage the soil so it doesn't freeze.

The soil freezes as soon as it is left alone, so it must be warmed regularly.

Light that dedicated agricultural tool and plow the soil little by little to avoid damaging the roots of the crop.

There's power, there's nerves with delicate work.

And there are harvests, seeds, and normal tillage work.

The crop you are growing is a form of demon, and if you missee the harvest time, you have to carefully check it out because this one could be eaten the other way around.

It was quite a heavy labor.

Thanks to you, I got more arm strength, and some skills, though.

Such field work came to a light end one day.

The trigger was when the meat caught in the hunt went up to the table.

It was when I wished in my heart that I wanted a knife for too hard meat.

I could play in a house with a narrow flash of light, and the next moment a knife was in my hand.

That seemed a lot narrower than the knife I had imagined, but it was definitely a knife.

My father took the knife out of my hand.

And then I left the house.

My father, who came back after a while, had brought the village chief.

The head of the village, as his name suggests, lives the longest in the village.

He was one of the few goblins to reach an age that could be called old.

The chief handed me what I had.

That's an appraisal stone.

There is only one magic monster in the village, where the power of the skill of appraisal resides.

With that appraisal stone, he said, he can grasp the skills he possesses.

I checked my status with the appraisal stone as I was told. [M]

"Goblin LV1 Name Razraz

Status

HP: 69/69 (green)

MP: 4/35 (blue)

SP: 66/66 (yellow)

: 51/66 (red)

Average Attack Capacity: 68

Average Defense Ability: 66

Average Magic Ability: 33

Average resistance capacity: 31

Average speed capacity: 65

Skills

"Magic Sensing LV2," "Magic Manipulation LV1," "SP Recovery Speed LV3," "SP Consumption Mitigation LV6," "Concentrated LV3," "Prayer LV8," "Strike Resistance LV2," "Wind Resistance LV1," "Ice Resistance LV6," "Visual Enhancement LV7," "Audio Enhancement LV6," "Olfactory Enhancement LV4," "Taste Enhancement LV2," "Tactile Enhancement LV3," "Life LV9," "Magic Magnetic LV4," "Instant LV7," "Persistent LV7," "Powerful LV9," "Robust LV8," "Mage LV3," "Protective Law LV2," "Walking LV7," "Weapon Smelting LV1," "" n % I = W, "

What comes to mind is the skill of weapon smelting.

When I reported that to the chief, the appraisal told me to look into that skill.

"Weapon Smelting: Consuming MP and Generating Weapons. The quality of the weapon produced depends on skill level and MP consumption '

Definitely this skill.

With this skill, the knife was created earlier.

Then I became a weapon builder using this skill.

In the village of Goblin, all I could do was make simple weapons and protective equipment.

Because there were no proper facilities, no materials.

In the beginning, I could only do things that were useless.

MP was low, and skill levels were low.

However, as I continued to use it, my skill level gradually increased, so did the amount of MP, and I was able to gain the skill of MP recovery speed.

There were restrictions on the weapons that could be produced with weapons smelting skills.

First of all, I can't smell it unless I can recognize it as a weapon.

I could almost smell the blade, but I couldn't smell it when I was blunt.

The protective equipment cannot be smelted.

Only the shield seemed exceptional for some reason and could be smelted.

Machines cannot be smelted.

I couldn't even smell a gun.

I mean, all I could smell was a primitive sword or a spear or something.

Still, it was treasured in the village of Goblin, where there were no proper weapons, and I went on to smell weapons as long as the MP lasted.