Evil God? My servants are players!

Then the words in Jiligulu's eyes began to move again.

[I've agreed. Let's start organizing now.]

At this moment, the banquet was drawing to a close.

He stood on the table, trying to make himself look taller and his words carry more weight.

Then, Giligulu began his speech again.

"Everyone! Listen to me, this is very serious."

"Raise your hand if you want to be a smart goblin."

Upon hearing this, the goblins all raised their hands.

Only one goblin spoke up and asked:

"I'm already a smart goblin! Can I still be a smart goblin?"

This question seemed to have triggered a "foolish resonance," and the goblins began a heated debate on the topic.

"You're already a smart goblin, so you can't be a smart goblin anymore."

"But if you can't be a smart goblin, then you're not a smart goblin!"

"Oh yeah, so should I become a smart goblin?"

The goblins' discussions, coupled with the pressure of the unknown presence, caused Giligulu's intracranial pressure to rise.

She hurriedly called out:

"Listen up, everyone! This is urgent! If you want to be a smart goblin, you'll get beaten up every day! Raise your hand if you still want to be one!"

To Giligulu's surprise, even under the threat of the big stick, all the goblins raised their hands.

"That's not true! Being smart is a painful thing!"

It seemed to be trying to explain something.

"Chief! Don't you want us to become smarter?"

A goblin suddenly asked a question.

"Of course not, but..."

"Chieftain, I really want to become smarter."

"Although I was very happy before, it was a kind of aimless and confused life."

"Now, for the first time, I have ideas, and for the first time, I have learned to think."

"Although learning to think has brought some troubles, I still enjoy the feeling of thinking."

"I remember one afternoon, I was staring at the big wooden stick and had an idea: could I make the big wooden stick better?"

"And the result of that deliberation was this! A better big wooden stick."

After the goblin finished speaking, he pulled out a wooden stick that looked quite different from the others.

A tattered cloth was tied to the wooden stick, along with some odds and ends; it wasn't aesthetically pleasing from a normal perspective.

But this very stick garnered the amazement of all the goblins.

"Wow! What a unique wooden stick! I really want one! I'd trade two big wooden sticks for it!"

The cheers rose even higher as the goblin brandished his club.

"My goblin! That cloth moves with the stick! That's so cool!"

Life's pursuit of evolution is endless, including that of these ignorant goblins, who yearn for evolution and wisdom.

The so-called "pain brought by wisdom" is like a joke to them.

Giggulu, however, thought the goblin didn't realize what he was saying.

She quickly explained:

"Everyone! When you gain wisdom, you will realize the suffering we face now! Our hopeless future! We are creatures being domesticated!"

"Chief, what does 'domesticated' mean?"

"We oppress you! We control you! We dispose of you as we please! And all we get in return is basic or slightly better food! That kind of race has no future!"

In her haste, she blurted out the question that had been weighing on her mind for so long.

"Chief, aren't you also keeping us under your control?"

"That kind of domesticated animal is really a wonderful thing!"

"Indeed! The old clan chief won't even give them food!"

"Indeed! Long live Chief Jiligulu! (≧▽≦)!"

"Long live domestication!"

"Goblins love being kept in captivity!"

The goblins' words, like a ramming hammer, smashed the illusory castle they had built.

Originally, goblins had no future; they were ignorant and lived in the dark underground.

They are creatures on the fringes of civilization; at their limit, goblins can only form tribal civilizations.

Even the slightest disturbance can turn goblins into beasts.

That's probably why they subconsciously crave wisdom so much.

Gibberish's ideas were far too far removed from the lives of these goblins; for most of them, they were nothing more than meaningless conjectures.

Freedom, the future, and civilization are not things these goblins can consider.

On the contrary, every small improvement in living standards and real progress is what these goblins desire.

The new tribe chose to follow Jiligulu and fight to the death against the old tribe precisely because of their current good life.

Even if goblins did evolve to the same level of intelligence as humans, the troubles of chattering would be something only a very small number of goblins would think about.

Because Shen Yuan's treatment of the goblins was far too lenient.

As it turns out, Shen Yuan is more like an elder and a guide than a slave owner and a killer.

After all, Shen Yuan only needed the goblins to provide emotional energy, not the tangible goods they produced.

In the end, the goblins used their wisdom to choose the future they desired, leaving only Giliguru still stunned on the stage.

At this point, the players who had been watching closely also shared their opinions on the new storyline.

"That's it!" commented the muscular man.

"What's that smell?" Quanxian Bangua asked, puzzled.

"The self-inflicted burden of mediocre people is the constant desire for perfection, but reality is always an art of compromise."

The Goblin Culture Master, Travel Frog, shared his opinion.

"What's that?" The fully insured semi-trailer still didn't quite understand.

"You didn't learn anything when you were in school, did you?!" the muscular man in the phase said.

"I feel like going to school is pointless. Technology is so advanced now, AI does all the work, and even food, drink, housing, transportation, and entertainment are taken care of," said Quanxian Bangua.

Regarding the evaluation of the full insurance for the semi-trailer, Travel Frog and Phase Man exchanged a glance and sighed deeply.

Although both were good students, they eventually ended up spending all their time playing video games.

After all, what is needed in reality are a very small number of scientists who can drive technological progress, not good students.

"Even spaceships are being integrated with AI; we won't even need captains anymore," the Phase Man was the first to complain.

"Can't you apply to be the captain yourself? Anyone can be the captain," Quanxian Bangua asked, puzzled.

"That position was specifically created to realize 'romance and dreams,' it's just an entertainment-related position, I feel it's no different from playing video games."

The phase man's interest was still not high.

"Why think so much? Let's play games," the Traveling Frog said, patting the Phase Man on the back.

At this moment, Jili Gulu was still standing on the table, remaining silent.

But at this moment, her mind was racing, and the goblins' words shattered her illusory world.

It also broadened her horizons.