From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 89: Another Guy?!

Chapter 89: Another Guy?!

Rae nearly jumped on his damn feet.

He’d completely forgotten about it.

His system.

His actual, literal life-saver—just chilling in the background while he hid like a side character waiting for death flags.

’Fuck! I really forgot about this cheat code of a blessing!’

And then it hit him.

He had just hammered down Alice.

Which means...

He yanked open his status menu like a starving man opening a fridge.

[Lust Points: 1000 / 100]

"..."

Rae blinked.

’A thousand?’

His soul left his body for a second.

’That’s ten freaking levels.’

Ten. Ten. As in, double digits. As in, game-changer.

He wanted to jump, scream, backflip, maybe even moonwalk—but unfortunately, there was a literal murder-goblin thirty feet away and a holy lady trying not to die.

So instead, he just snickered like a lunatic, hands clapped over his mouth.

’Holy molly guacamole.’

Current level? 7.

After conversion? Seventeen.

Seventeen.

That wasn’t bad. That was actually good. Like, "I can maybe not die in the next two minutes" good.

’The old Rae had heard it somewhere that knights and elite guards hang around level 20 to 30.’

’That’s the military average. The kingdom’s power cap. And the heroes?’

He swallowed.

’Forties. Maybe fifties. Celeste’s probably rocking that late-game build.’

Still. Seventeen wasn’t bottom-tier anymore. He wasn’t cannon fodder. He was—

’Mid-tier trash with potential!’

Rae grinned.

This just might be his moment.

’The Goblin King... he must be, what, level sixty? Seventy?’

Rae rubbed his chin, doing mental math like a horny strategist.

’No wonder it took those heroes forever to beat the damn guy.’

Seven heroes, all in their forties, going against one high-level bastard?

Sure, the numbers were on their side—but the King wasn’t just strong, he was dirty.

Using his own goblin troops as meat shields, flinging sneak attacks from the shadows.

And those weren’t your regular sneak attacks—nah.

They were level seventy sneak attacks.

A single hit and boom—half your HP gone and your self-esteem shattered.

Rae shivered.

’Goddamn, glad I wasn’t there. I’d have died from the shock alone.’

But then, his eyes flicked back to his own glorious status screen.

’If I leveled up ten times just from pounding Alice...’

He grinned. A slow, sleazy grin.

’What about the others?’

His brain, noble and perverted, ran the list.

Lyra—easy pickings.

She was practically halfway there.

All Rae had to do was show up and not mess it up.

Melissa—mommy material.

That motherly warmth? Screamed lonely widow vibes.

She just needed someone to cuddle the trauma out of her.

Then... there was Emily.

Drama queen with milf-tier curves.

The woman had more flair than a stage magician and enough sass to make you beg.

He hadn’t done much with her yet, but before coming here, when he was playing pretend as Alex, he’d already planted the seeds. Threw some bait. Set the tone.

’When I get back to the kingdom...’

He chuckled.

’Oh, Emily’s gonna be the next project.’

He could already picture it:

Seductive dinner, slow emotional breakdown, maybe a surprise massage ambush in her chambers.

’Hehehe. Yeah, I’ve got plans.’

Plans powered by lust points, ambition, and just the right amount of perversion.

There was one woman Rae hadn’t even dared to consider.

Celeste.

Like... come on.

She was practically allergic to lust. She looked like she’d slap a priest just for thinking about boobs.

Rae gulped and peeked at her.

Her back was turned, the high slit on her dress swaying slightly with each subtle shift of her stance.

The curve of her hips? Illegal. Pure temptation wrapped in righteousness.

’Damn, damn... shit’

He nearly choked on his spit.

Just looking at her felt like a sin. Like God was watching him personally and scribbling notes to smite him later.

’And there’s no way I could even approach her.’

He thought miserably.

She looked at him like he was a moldy toenail on society’s foot.

Every time their eyes met, he could practically hear her inner voice go ’ew.’

No chance. No hope. Not in this lifetime.

Still... never hurts to admire from afar.

Rae took a deep breath and pulled up his menu.

’Time to stop simping and start leveling.’

[Convert 1000 Lust Points into 10 Level Up Points?]

He clicked yes without hesitation.

The system blinked.

[Level Up: 7 → 17]

[Processing...]

[Ding! You have leveled up.]

[Physical adjustments in progress...]

A soft golden glow washed over him like someone poured warm soup on his soul. It tingled. Felt good. Empowering.

And then—

[You have grown 10 centimeters.]

"..."

Rae blinked.

He glanced down at his legs. Then his hands. His body.

Yep. He’d literally gotten taller. Muscles felt tighter. Chest puffed out more.

He stood straighter, just a little more confident now.

At this rate, he might actually become hot and dangerous.

A terrifying combination.

He grinned.

Celeste may think he’s a cockroach now—but maybe in a few more levels?

He’d be the roach that survives the apocalypse.

’So this is what real power feels like...’

He let out a breathy chuckle, clenching his fists. His knuckles cracked like fireworks.

[Skill: Mask of Phantasm – Upgraded to Level 2!]

[New Duration: 10 minutes]

Rae nearly choked on air.

’Oh hell yeah!’

Just a minute ago, he was crouching behind a tree like a level 1 loser with commitment issues.

Now? Now he was practically glowing.

It was all coming together. Like the gears of fate just stopped trolling him for once.

Just a moment ago he was in full panic mode, hiding like a discount NPC behind a tree, and now?

Level 17. New upgrades. Buffs. Confidence overflowing like a hentai protagonist’s pants.

He could feel it in his bones.

’If this is how you want me to fight the Goblin King...’

He grinned like a man who just discovered cheat codes in real life.

’Then bring it the fuck on.’

Back then, when the Creator dumped him into this flaming mess, Rae had thought he was insane.

Like, seriously?

A lowly goblin fighting a level-seventy demon-lord-tier boss?

Suicidal. Stupid. No shot.

But now?

Now... he could feel the potential.

Give him time.

Give him points.

Give him boobs to grind levels from—and he’d get there. He would take down the Goblin King.

All he needed now?

Was to take every curvy woman around him...

to Pound Town.

’That’s it. All I need to do is fuck them all.’

But there was one thing nagging Rae in the middle of his power trip.

He didn’t get any quest when he was hammering down Alice.

No pop-up. No reward title like [One Night Stand with a Hero’s Sister] or [First Smash Bonus].

Weird.

But hey, he still got the lust points. So, clearly, he didn’t need a system-given quest to get rewards. Which meant...

He could just farm them himself.

’Oh-ho-ho... self-serve leveling. Now we’re talkin’.’

His brain kicked into goblin-mode.

Three women. Three thousand lust points. That’s 30 levels. And if— big if —he somehow gets Celeste too...

Forty. Freaking. Levels.

His eyes literally gleamed green like a goblin who just found a treasure chest full of panties.

’Level 57...!’

It was too much for poor little Rae.

He was bouncing in his head, swimming in future fantasies and imaginary threesomes, already halfway to writing a hentai harem visual novel in his brain.

But of course... only Rae was in cloud nine.

The others?

Yeah, no. They were busy having a death stare contest.

Gear was still ogling Celeste like she was a roast chicken with a polearm.

And Celeste was just enduring it. Seething inside, sure, but forcing herself to breathe like a calm saint in a pit of pigs.

She could tell. He needed something from her. Otherwise, she’d be on the floor, half-dead already.

So she clenched her fists, her voice sharp and icy.

"Then tell me what the hell you want from me."

Gear grinned, licking his lips like the creep he was.

Things were just getting interesting.

"Calming down, are we? Good, good..."

Gear smirked, tilting his head with that smug, pervy glint.

"But what made you think I want something from you?"

Celeste raised an eyebrow, voice cold and sharp enough to cut steel.

"Isn’t it painfully obvious?"

"You’ve got all the power, you could’ve just torn through us like wet parchment. But you didn’t."

"You lured me here. Why?"

Gear laughed—a deep, rumbling thing that echoed in the quiet air like a war drum played by a drunk.

Smart woman. He’d give her that. But his liege made her look like a toddler trying to solve calculus with crayons.

"It wasn’t me who wanted to see you..."

"...It was someone else. Someone far more... superior."

Celeste’s breath hitched, just a little. Her back straightened, every inch of her battle-honed body on alert.

’So it is not just him...’

Thank the heavens she didn’t jump the gun.

If she had unleashed her divine art here, she’d be collapsed, her soul half-burnt, her body crippled for months.

And whoever this mystery figure was would have walked in like the final boss of her nightmares.

If this new player was stronger than this goblin, then... yeah. Game over.

She narrowed her eyes.

"Who is it?"

A pause. Then quieter, sharper:

"Who else wants us?"