(This isn't fantasy xianxia, it's Western fantasy! Who changed it? Aaargh, damn it, I've been set up!)
In a technologically advanced world of swords and magic, I am reborn as a goblin in a monster-farming tower. I also get a strange System that lets me summon goblins, but I have to "form a contract" with a female to earn summoning points.
"Who am I? Why can't I remember my name? Did I transmigrate? What is this place?"
"What the hell! Why are my hands and feet green? Wait, what is this place? Why are there so many goblins?"
"Why are all these goblins going in the same direction?"
"That goblin up ahead got killed. What's that thing that dropped? Wait, I'm next?! Oh, crap! I want to go home!!"
"When these goblins get killed, they drop stuff, and it slides down the slope. Damn, this is a monster-farming tower!"
"I have to escape!"
"I'm so hungry. Why does the wooden club dropped by that goblin look so delicious?"
"Huh! I can really eat it? Why did I turn into wood?"
This is a newbie author, the story is very confusing and the logical connection is poor.