I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World-Chapter 5: The Kobold Nibua

[The Eternal Tree nurtures Small Elves. These Small Elves can mine gold or slowly grow into full-fledged Elves, increasing the natural population of your land.]

[The Battleborn Trees serve as the primary military structure. With enough gold, the Host can use it to produce vast numbers of Archers, Huntresses etc...]

[The Elunarian Spring gathers the drops of Life, which serve as both a source of magic and vitality for Elves.]

Renjiro's eyes gleamed with understanding. "I see... so it's just like that strategy game I played before."

It was a simple yet efficient loop— Earn gold, build military bases, train troops, wage war, earn even more gold, expand the army, and continue the cycle until the entire map is conquered.

It was like a conquest system. A way to build a country through endless war. And it was exactly what he needed.

But then, another thought crossed his mind.

"System, how do I improve my own strength?"

Strength in the Holy Continent was ranked from Circle 1 to Circle 9 Etc...

Like Magic circle in fantasy novels.

Right now, Renjiro was at the peak of Circle 6—respectable, but not nearly strong enough tk reach the next circle.

Compared to the thousands-year lifespans of elves, he was still just over a hundred years old. In Elf terms, he wasn't even considered an adult yet.

Had it not been for the disaster a year ago, he wouldn't have inherited the Crown for at least a few more centuries or maybe millennia. In fact, by tradition, he wouldn't have even been considered qualified for the throne until he reached the peak.

But fate had forced his hand. Now, he needed power—and fast. The System's voice answered calmly.

[The Host can improve through personal training, or... by expanding your army. The more troops under your command, the stronger you become.]

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Renjiro's eyes narrowed. "So I gain strength from my own soldiers?"

[Yes. Currently, the Host is at the Peak of Circle 6. However, after acquiring 10 Giants Golem and 800 standard soldiers, the Host's magic reserves have significantly increased. You are now on the verge of breaking through to Circle 7.]

A spark of excitement flickered in Renjiro's chest.

"So that's why I felt my magic surging after summoning them... There's a real, tangible increase in power!"

This was huge. Renjiro had never enjoyed the idea of slow, meditative cultivation—it was far too boring and time-consuming.

But now? Now he had an alternative. A way to gain power by expanding his army. The more troops he commanded, the stronger he would become.

His heartbeat quickened with eagerness.

"System, you're practically telling me to wage war right and left."

[One of the Host's ultimate missions is to establish an eEternal Empire. How does one build an empire without war?]

Renjiro grinned. "You make a good point." He had no interest in remaining at the bottom.

....

A chorus of shrill, guttural laughter cut through the forest, interrupting Renjiro's conversation with the System.

"Your Majesty, the Kobolds army is hiding in the dense forest ahead!" Elaria stood beside him, gripping her magic staff tightly, her emerald eyes gleaming with vigilance.

As the strongest warrior among the elves, she had already reached Circle 8—even stronger than the three Elven Legion Commanders, who were at Circle 7.

However, her strength didn't come from superior talent. As the sole Royal Elf, Renjiro's bloodline made him unparalleled in potential.

The only reason Elaria and the others currently outmatched him was that they were older. They had all lived for over two hundred years, while Renjiro was only a little over one hundred.

Yet in a race where individuals lived for thousands of years, this age gap was practically insignificant. And despite their superior experience, they still stood behind him as their king.

Renjiro turned his gaze toward the forest. The trees shook violently, as if a stampede of wild beasts was tearing through them. He narrowed his eyes.

"Kobolds scum... even if they outnumber us several times over, they won't be able to withstand our ten Giants Golem and our thousand-strong army."

One of the leaders nodded. "Your Majesty, Kobolds are greedy but cowardly creatures. If we kill their leader, the rest will scatter in fear!"

But Renjiro's expression remained cold. "I don't want them to run. I want them all dead."

Elaria blinked in surprise, turning to look at him. She suddenly felt that Renjiro seemed different—like a stranger, yet somehow more captivating.

This unfamiliar side of him stirred something deep inside her, a feeling she had never experienced before.

But Renjiro had no time for her thoughts. He raised his hand, his voice calm yet absolute. "Archers, spread out. Giants Golem, hold your position. The rest of the forces lure the Kobolds into our trap."

The commanders immediately carried out his orders. In mere moments, the formation shifted, forming a crescent-shaped ambush zone.

High above, the trained forest hawks of the Elven Mages soared through the sky, keeping watch on every movement of the enemy forces. Soon, the Kobolds horde poured into the trap.

A grotesque, hunched figure emerged from the trees, flanked by a mob of snarling Kobolds. Unlike the others, this one was much larger, its green and gray skin covered in crude tribal tattoos.

A massive spiked club rested on its shoulder, its jagged metal tips still stained with dried blood. The Kobolds leader had arrived.

It let out a cackling growl, baring its blackened teeth. "Pathetic elves! Surrender to the mighty Kobolds Horde, or the great Nibua will smash you into paste!"

Elaria's voice rang out, filled with righteous fury. "Kobolds Nibua, you dare speak such blasphemy? Before you stands the Elf King, the Guardian of our Race, the Chosen one of the Goddess—His Majesty, Renjiro!"

Renjiro's eye twitched slightly... wait wait wait wait... When did I get so many titles?

He just arrived in this world and had his game character in this world but his stats were that of mid level player... which is me.

And now he had so many unexplainable titles...

But before he could comment, Nibua burst into wheezing laughter. "Gah! You bitch Elaria, you foolish elf, surrender your body to us!" His beady red eyes gleamed with arrogance.