Chapter 4: The Ancient Species

However, just as I was about to act, the goblin with the golden earring tapped my arm with a small magic wand.

“Ah!” I cried out in pain.

“Hmph, what are you doing, you little brat?” The goblin’s face exuded the aura of a gangster boss. It was clearly a provocation.

I couldn’t resist. I could only suppress my anger, completely discard my useless dignity, and speak softly and tactfully: “I… I want to find some pants…” I thought my cute loli-like voice might help me get closer, but I never expected the goblin to be completely unaffected. Not only that, but he slyly mocked, “Hahaha, a s*ave like you? How dare you make demands?” After saying that, the damned goblin actually used his little wand to lift up my clothes. The cool feeling on my thighs quickly reached my private parts. For the first time in my life, I had the illusion of having my skirt lifted. I felt my face flush red. An unprecedented sense of shame overwhelmed me, leaving me at a loss.

Following that, the detestable goblin revealed a lecherous expression and leered, “Oh ho, you’re not bad-looking! But let me tell you, old man says you’ll only wear this to work today. If you don’t want to wear it, then work naked!” “MDFK!” I cursed fiercely in my heart, my hands clenching into fists. “I want to punch him!”

But I quickly suppressed the rising anger again and again. ‘Calm down! You’re not the protagonist! Don’t think too much! Survive first, survive first!’ I repeatedly told myself.

So I stepped back a few paces, tugged at my clothes, and said while suppressing my anger, “Fine, I’ll wear this.” The goblin seemed dissatisfied with my gaze, but still wore that punchable smile.

After a while, the others had also changed their clothes. The goblin made us gather. When I saw the clean and tidy servant uniforms on others, and then looked at my own rag, I felt deeply helpless. Moreover, those people all had shoes, but I didn’t! Was I supposed to walk barefoot? I pursed my lips and glared angrily at the floor. In this environment, I was truly afraid that even a single glance might get me killed. ‘MD!’

“Mm, that’s enough. Follow me to work,” the goblin said contemptuously.

Then, following the golden-earring goblin, we left the changing room and headed toward the palace.

When we encountered stairs along the way, I reluctantly made the gesture of covering my ‘skirt.’ Just a moment ago, I hadn’t done that with the prisoner’s uniform, but now I couldn’t help it. Probably because I was too conscious of being commando.

‘Uncomfortable! Shameful! I want to die! Why did I transmigrate to a place like this!’

Finally, following a small, ornate wooden door, we came out.

What came into view was a ballroom. A huge red carpet covered the entire floor; on both sides of the ballroom, wide staircases leading to the second floor seemed to be made of jade; the crystal chandelier on the ceiling emitted a faint light; and everywhere—the ceiling, the walls—were carved with all kinds of terrifying patterns, full of medieval classical beauty.

Overall, the hall’s tone was gold and red. Although there was a chandelier, I had to admit it was quite dim.

Besides that, the ballroom even had a large door—a very tall door! And on the wall where the door was, various demonic heads like goat heads and bull heads were hung. In this dimness, these heads appeared even more eerie and terrifying.

Everyone except me showed timid expressions while looking at those demon heads. Many ladies were even nervously grabbing the arms of those beside them.

‘Hmph (proudly), after all, they haven’t seen the world. Scared of a dungeon of this level?’ I thought disdainfully and smugly. ‘I’ve seen scenes like this hundreds of times in games. Is this scary?’

I knew I had no right to judge others, but in a situation where my mind could break down at any moment, the self-righteous thought of ‘looking down on others’ just happened to give me a bit of confidence to survive.

At that moment, a tall goblin came down from the luxurious staircase beside us. He was a head taller than me. He had an elderly face, dressed as a butler in a tailcoat and leather boots, with a pair of pure gold glasses. His entire being exuded a gentlemanly aura completely different from the goblins I had seen before.

‘He might be a butler,’ I guessed. Although I didn’t want to judge by appearance, the facts should be as I thought.

While I was guessing, the golden-earring goblin walked over to the tall goblin and muttered a few words.

‘What are they talking about?’ I cautiously glanced from the corner of my eye. At that moment, I unconsciously observed the expressions of those around me. I found that they all had horrified faces, full of dark lines. They didn’t dare to even glance up, let alone lift their heads.

‘Heh, how foolish. Scared expressions should be shown to the enemy, not when the enemy can’t see. What idiots,’ I continued to mock these medieval humans in my heart.

But I could also understand why they were so terrified. Simply put, they were afraid of death—and I was the same. ‘Heh, in a world where the enemy can easily kill me and I have no power to fight back, it would be abnormal not to be afraid.’

Soon, those two ‘forgive-colored aliens’ finished muttering. The one with the golden earring left together with the skeleton soldiers. The entire ballroom now held only 24 humans including me, plus one goblin.

‘Hmph, the skeleton soldiers are gone. Only one goblin remains. That’s not too bad. But we 24 definitely can’t defeat this single goblin,’ I analyzed. I couldn’t help feeling despair, but looking on the bright side: ‘With only one goblin, the chance of escape is definitely higher than with one goblin plus five skeleton soldiers!’

Then, the tall goblin walked over, chest puffed out, wearing a mocking face as he scrutinized us humans one by one, occasionally making critical sounds: ‘Tsk tsk, yo yo yo.’ Hearing this tone full of contempt, I couldn’t help but curse in my heart: ‘MDFK, this one is even more infuriating than the earring guy.’

But even though I thought so, I still couldn’t get angry. I repeated the mantra: ‘Don’t get angry. Endure it. Then survive!’

Just as I was adjusting my mindset, the tall goblin came before me.

When he saw me, he clicked his tongue in great dissatisfaction. That click was full of hostility, as if he had found a rotten apple in a box of fresh ones. He spoke with complete contempt: ‘You, a little child, how were you assigned here? What can you do?’ Seeing him look down on me like that, I mentally flipped him off wildly. But I had to endure! I lowered my head and answered softly: ‘For low places, I think I can do well.’ ‘Mm. Well said!’ The tall goblin twisted his neck oddly and nodded. Then he continued: ‘Huh?! Why don’t you have shoes!’ ‘Sorry, I don’t…’ I still spoke softly. Since I didn’t want to cause trouble, I didn’t say that the golden-earring goblin didn’t allow me to wear them. This goblin still twisted his neck strangely as before.

“I see, but that won’t do! ‘Alifu Yi Asa’!” The tall goblin pulled out a magic wand from somewhere and pointed it at my feet. A pair of coarse cloth shoes covered my feet.

At the moment the magic wand lit up, I had no idea what was happening. Honestly, I thought I had said something wrong and was about to be struck dead by the goblin’s magic. But fortunately, he only conjured a pair of shoes for me.

Then, the tall goblin puffed out his chest and said, ‘In Lady Lit’s mansion, not wearing shoes is not allowed!’ ‘Finally, a key point! Lady Lit! Lady Lit, Lady Lit.’ I frantically repeated the name in my mind.

The tall goblin continued, ‘Alright, you ancient species. Follow me. I’ll tell you what to do.’ ‘Huh? Ancient species?’ I was puzzled. Ancient species? Was he talking about us? What was going on in this world? Why did they call humans ancient species?

But I still had no time to think. The butler-like tall goblin began leading us on a ‘tour’ of the castle (assigning work).

We passed through the hall, climbed stone stairs, and walked for about ten minutes. Along the way, I occasionally adjusted my hemp clothes. ‘Ahh… it’s cool between my legs, wind blowing… MDFK!’ This feeling of being afraid of being seen under a skirt, like a girl, was driving me crazy!

This goblin kept assigning work to us one by one along the way, and the number of people kept decreasing.

No one spoke much on the road. I didn’t know if they were scared or, like me, too hungry to talk.

Finally, after a big loop, I returned to the hall at the beginning. By now, only one woman remained beside me; everyone else had been assigned work.

The tall goblin pointed at me and said, ‘You, take care of the stairs here.’ Then he pointed at the woman beside me and said, ‘You, take care of the second floor.’

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