Goblin King: My Innate Skill Is OP-Chapter 48: Momentum

It reared up to attack again—but before it could, a spear from Zonk whistled through the air and struck its side, embedding deep into its ribs.

The boar screeched in pain and whipped around toward Zonk, enraged.

Seizing the moment, Thok charged forward and leapt onto its back, roaring as he drove his blade down—once, twice, three times—slashing wildly into its thick hide.

The boar shrieked again, staggering under the sudden assault. With a violent shake of its massive body, it flung Thok off.

He hit the ground hard, his weapon still buried in the beast.

Snorting in fury, the boar immediately turned and charged at Thok to stomp him.

I was ready to activate [Swap] to use him—

But before I could, another fireball exploded against the boar’s face, courtesy of Narg.

The impact staggered it, knocking it off course and sending it skidding backward across the dirt.

Ohh...I gasped. Good save, Narg.

The boar screeched again, this time in genuine pain.

Gobbo darted in and slashed across the boar’s face. A red line split open above its snout, and a spray of blood followed.

The beast recoiled, clearly weakened.

Then another fireball from Narg slammed into its flank, knocking it to the ground with a thud.

Dribb didn’t hesitate. He let out a guttural roar and brought his axe down with both hands, burying it deep into the boar’s skull.

Silence followed—just the sound of heavy breathing.

The goblins stood still, chests heaving, eyes wide. And then, as the weight of what they’d done sank in, a cheer erupted.

They began yelling, stumbling toward one another in a mix of disbelief and joy, pulling each other into rough, laughing embraces.

Just a few days ago, taking down a monster like this would’ve been suicide. Even with twice their number, they would’ve lost one or two at best. Back then, their only tactic had been to rush in and pray for luck.

But this time, they’d used a plan. And it had worked.

I couldn’t help but grin, a quiet sense of pride blooming in my chest. The goblins had picked up the plan faster than I expected.

And more importantly, they had taken down the boar without any direct help from me.

All of them had leveled up—Narg had gone up once, the rest twice. Not bad for their first real coordinated fight.

I walked over to the fallen boar, eyeing its massive frame. With a deep breath and a flex of my enhanced strength, I bent down, wrapped my arms under its torso, and lifted.

The weight was no joke. Even for me, it took effort.

Grunting, I hoisted it onto my back, adjusting my footing to keep balance.

But as soon as I steadied myself, it didn’t feel that heavy.

When I looked up, the goblins were all staring, wide-eyed.

"Whoa... Totam strong!" Thok blurted out, his eyes practically shining.

I grinned at the compliment, then pulled up the quest log.

[Daily Quest Progress:]

• Sprint for 3 kilometers – (Incomplete: 1.2 km / 3 km)

• Scale a steep hill or tall tree – (Incomplete)

• Carry 25–40 kg of rocks or logs for 10 minutes – (In Progress: 2 seconds / 10 minutes)

• Evade 20 thrown projectiles – (Incomplete)

I wasn’t sure how much the boar weighed, but it was definitely more than 25 kilograms. The progress bar ticking upward confirmed that much.

"Alright," I said, shifting the weight on my back and looking at the goblins, "let’s move. The goal is to get you all to level ten. No time to waste."

They straightened up, still catching their breath but nodding with eager grins.

Their successful kill seems to have awakened a hunger within them.

We continued our hunt.

I could walk with the boar on my back—jog, even. So we didn’t lose much speed.

Before long, we ran into another boar.

The goblins moved seamlessly, falling into the same strategy without needing to be told. Thok and Zonk darted in and out, slashing and retreating. Narg stayed back, lobbing fireballs with increasing accuracy. Gobbo and Dribb absorbed the brunt of the boar’s charges with their shields, countering with heavy strikes of their own.

We continued the hunt, targeting more boars, a few oversized hares, and even a pair of direwolves that had wandered too close.

I had to step in a couple of times—mostly using [Swap] when one of them got too cocky or made a misstep—but overall, they held their own. The more they fought, the sharper they became. Their teamwork tightened. Their timing improved.

Narg had reached level 7 by now, thanks to his ranged damage and consistent spell use. The rest had climbed to level 6.

As for me, I’d finally completed one of the four daily quests and was close to completing one more.

[Daily Quest Progress:]

• Sprint for 3 kilometers – (Incomplete: 2.5km / 3km)

• Scale a steep hill or tall tree – (Incomplete)

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

• Evade 20 thrown projectiles – (Incomplete)

As soon as the third quest ticked off as complete, I stored the boar in my inventory with a soft flick of my wrist. The weight vanished instantly, giving my shoulders some much-needed relief.

I exhaled, rolled my neck, and warped up onto a higher vantage point to scout ahead for more monsters to hunt.

From high up in the sky, I scanned the clearing below.

That’s when I spotted it.

A long, mottled shape gliding through the brush, almost silent. Its scaly hide shimmered with a sickly green sheen under the filtered sunlight, and its body stretched longer than a delivery truck.

[Acid Python – Level 12]

A cold ripple crept down my spine.

This wasn’t like the boars or direwolves. This thing was in another league—faster, deadlier, and probably venomous.

I glanced down at the goblins.

They were flexing the newly formed muscle they’d gained from leveling up, their movements sharper, more confident than before.

Then I looked back at the python, crawling, its tongue flickering as it tasted the air.

Could they handle this?

I wasn’t sure.

But with me supporting from the sidelines—ready to swap, intercept, or pull them out—I believed they stood a chance.

And if they didn’t...