If Aiga was asked to use one word to describe the goblins, it would be disgusting. The goblins' barbaric ignorance and greed always impacted his heart, which was deeply sculpted by modernity.
And this disgusting effect also affects Aiga himself, because he is also a short and ugly goblin, a goblin transformed by his soul traveling through time.
Every time he saw his dark green skin and the ugly appearance of the goblins around him, Ajia wished he could twist his own head off, if it weren't for the emotion called hatred supporting his heart and pushing him forward.
But one day, the source of hatred turned into dry bones, and his heart gradually decayed in disgust. Aiga's desire to leave the world reached its peak.
It doesn't care about itself, the Goblin soldiers around it, or the future of the Goblin tribe under its command, all of which can be discarded by it.
But the suffering human race in the distance reminded it of sweeping the world, of unifying the world, and of a certain red star.
No one can resist this kind of glory. A Goblin with great ambitions was born, and an empire with absolute faith and power rose like a star.
"I am Aiga. You can call me your majesty, you can call me king, or you can call me - leader."
Under the gaze of countless races, Aijia stood on the high platform. The short figure of less than one meter was as majestic as a giant at this moment.
"I will lead you to victory." Facing the waves of shouts, Aiga continued.
Novel setting, hope not to break the roots