When I woke up, I became the son of the leader of the Goblin race, the weakest race in another world.
I thought I would lead the whole clan to survive in a humble way between the trolls and elves.
Until I unexpectedly discovered that the blood of the ancient dragon god was flowing in my body, and I could cast forbidden spell magic with just a finger.
The high elves who once laughed at me knelt down in horror: "Please raise your noble hand, we are willing to dedicate the entire sanctuary!"
The human hero looked at the 100,000 goblin god-level legions who turned against him behind him, and tremblingly crushed the holy sword:
"This script is wrong. Where is the promised leveling monster in Novice Village?!"
