Goblin King: My Innate Skill Is OP-Chapter 44: Training

[Title: The Chosen Leader]

A title granted to a goblin chief who has been willfully chosen by their subjects.

Effects:

Skill Sharing: You can share all active and passive skills with your subjects, excluding innate skills.

Cordiality Boost: Automatically increases your rapport with new goblins by 15%. The percentage adjusts based on your actions.

Battle Aura: Clan members who witness you in combat gain +10% morale, attack power, and defense for 5 minutes.

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"Skill sharing."

There was no doubt in my mind—it had the potential to become my greatest asset.

With it, I could pass on abilities like Iron First, Flame Orb, Stealth, even Mana Shield.

The problem, however, was obvious: none of the goblins had the strength, stamina, or magical capacity to use those skills properly—not yet. Their levels were simply too low.

They had to level up first. No shortcuts.

Still...

I couldn’t help but imagine it:

Goblins leaping from the shadows using Stealth, coordinating ambushes with spells.

It would be devastating.

In the best way.

I turned and did a quick headcount, taking in the faces that now depended on me.

Flogga. Zarah. Narg. Thok.

And six more, including the troll. That made eleven in total.

Twelve, including me—our ragtag clan, small but determined.

My plan was to take half to level up while the others remained to guard the cave.

Once I returned, I’d rotate and train the remaining.

The aim was to get them strong enough to take down enemy in a 1v1 fight. Better 3v1.

With skill sharing that could be possible.

But before any of that could happen, there was something important I needed to address.

I approached Flogga.

"We should set up the graveyard," I said. "To prevent another death like Zzok’s."

"Right..." she nodded, but then hesitated. "Are you sure you want to set it up here, though?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Once we make the graveyard," she explained, "we’re locked into this location. It becomes our anchor point. It can’t be relocated."

"Oh..." I murmured, realization sinking in.

I paused, glancing around the cave.

It was small—just enough for us now—but if we wanted to grow the clan, this place wouldn’t be enough.

Setting the graveyard here would lock us into this location. If we moved, we’d have to return every time we needed it.

I’d be forced to teleport back constantly, just to retrieve resurrected goblins—it would be a logistical nightmare

That will be troublesome.

"We should hold off. Something as sacred and powerful as this... it deserves the right foundation." Flogga said.

"But the risk of death?"

I whispered, still conflicted.

I didn’t want another Zzok.

Death was always a possibility.

"The fear isn’t always a bad thing," Flogga replied. "It keeps us sharp. Our enemies will charge recklessly—they have no fear. But we? We fight with the knowledge that death is real. Caution. That’s what keeps us alive."

I nodded slowly.

As expected—Flogga was wise.

She had proven, once again, why she was more than just a old woman—she was a strategist in her own right.

I was started to look at her different.

Just because I was scared of losing someone else didn’t mean I should rush short-term decisions.

I didn’t want to lead a small band of survivors in a hole forever.

I wanted to build a force that will rule the forest.

And for that, I needed to start thinking like a true leader.

"In that case," I said, "I’m taking a few of the others out to level. If we’re attacked again, we need to be stronger."

"That’s wise," Flogga said. "I’ll work on getting stronger too."

"Really?" I arched a brow. "You don’t exactly look like you could throw a punch."

"No offense."

I added just in case she took offense.

"I don’t have to," she said with a toothy grin. "I level up through potion-making and cooking."

"Oh." I muttered

That was actually... a convenient means.

"I’ve got enough organs harvested from the battle. I can make a few types of potions—maybe even gain a level or two."

"Nice," I said nodding.

Flogga would be fine on her own.

But the others... I turned and saw Thok picking his nose.

They’d need helping.

I called out, "Narg, Thok," then pointed to three more goblins—Dribb, Gobbo, and Zonk.

All Level 1 grunts. Raw, but eager.

"You five will follow me. We’re hunting monsters today—nonstop. Prepare yourselves."

They saluted as one. "Yes, Chief!"

Zarah stepped forward. "What about me?"

I turned to her.

Zarah...oh Zarah.

That was what I admired about her.

She was always ready to contribute.

But...

I frowned on seeing the piece of clothes wrapped on her shoulder. Flogga had wrapped it tightly, but it still looked raw. Tender.

"You’re injured," I said gently. "You need to rest."

"But the enemy won’t be resting. They could be marching here right now."

"Unlikely," Flogga chimed in. "Graveyards take time to resurrect the fallen—unless it’s an advanced one, which I doubt it is. Even then, they’ll return from the dead weakened. It would take two to three days for them to fully recover."

"I see..." I murmured.

That gave us a window.

Time to train.

Time to prepare.

Zarah sighed. "But..."

"You hurt your shoulder. You can’t even draw a bow right now," I said. "The best thing you can do for me is to heal."

"I’m not doing this for you," she muttered, turning away. "I’m doing this for the clan."

Oh...my tongue slipped.

"The point still stands," I replied coolly.

She harrumphed but didn’t argue further.

I turned back to my group.

"All right, let’s move."

I sprinted out of the cave, the five goblins scrambling to follow.

As we ran, I opened my quest log.

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[Daily Quest:]

• Sprint for 3 kilometers without stopping

• Scale a steep hill or tall tree

• Carry 25–40kg of rocks or logs for 10 minutes

• Evade 20 thrown projectiles (from goblins or traps)

[Warning: Failure to complete this task will result in punishment]

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Neglecting the daily quest had cost me.

It had cost us Zzok.

It had cost two others.

That wouldn’t happen again.

That was why I was running instead of warping.

To clear the first quest.

After a few minutes of hard sprinting, we reached the battleground.

The place where I’d fought the goblin raiders.

I wanted to loot the weapons that the goblins had dropped, and get my goblins to arm themselves with less rusted weapons.

But something was wrong.

The corpses of the goblin I had killed were...