I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

It's raining slimes over there, and it's raining here in Murphy too...

Yes, it was raining inside the cave.

Inside the cave, in addition to the designated areas, Murphy and Little Murphy had also dug several more holes.

Inside one of the caves, countless water droplets continuously fell from within.

This hole was where Murphy originally intended to cultivate living moss.

That thing is a specialty of swamps or water forests; it thrives in damp conditions.

Its cave was incredibly dry because of the stove it had burning, so it was thinking of getting some water...

So they built several magical devices that could bring in moisture from the outside.

This thing looks a bit like the board you give to slimes.

That concentrates and liquefies the materials and magic, extracting the essence on the largest scale and reducing loss.

This allows the slimes to absorb more nutrients when they reproduce.

This one compresses and liquefies water vapor and magic.

However, the effect was too strong, resulting in too much moisture inside, and as a result, it started to rain.

Xiao Mo happily went inside and rolled around twice.

Seeing this, Murphy had some other ideas.

It slightly improved the cave's structure, carving it up a few centimeters and leaving a stone cone for water diversion.

Then, a pool was dug with the ground below the center of the stone cone as the center, and a one-way valve was opened for the pool to the outside.

This will be used as a water storage tank.

The remaining area is the planting area.

Murphy transplanted the moss, which had been placed in a shady spot, piece by piece.

Nourished by magic and moisture, the moss instantly came back to life.

It even started to faintly glow green.

Murphy nodded in satisfaction.

Little Mo, who was standing nearby, was also excited to see the shimmering moss. He jumped three times, each time higher than the last, and on the last time he almost hit the ceiling.

Just as Murphy nodded in satisfaction, a notification suddenly popped up in its mind.

[Forging complete]

[Forging Target: Slime Lord]

[Forging Level: Perfect]

[Reward: Change in body shape]

[Change Body Shape: You can change your body shape at will. (Note: Because your race is a Stone Golem, your body shape can only change in size.)]

……

Upon seeing this notification, Murphy knew that the item he had forged for the Slime Lord had taken effect.

Its attention was drawn to this new effect.

If it can shrink in size, it wouldn't be a bad thing for it.

As the Stone Golem race levels up, its size will also increase.

This makes no difference to those stone people who are not dexterous, but it won't work for it.

As a craftsman, it is only natural to make things of various specifications and sizes.

Its current size is already close to four or five meters.

Many of the more intricate operations are a bit troublesome to perform.

So it thought about it and reduced its body to a height of only about 1.8 meters.

It's about the size of a basic stone golem, and about the same height as a dragon egg.

Little Mo, who was standing nearby, was startled when he saw Murphy suddenly shrink.

It seems that the eggshell has been stretched a bit.

It quickly rolled around next to Murphy, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Murphy was alright.

Murphy tapped the eggshell with his hand as a gesture of comfort.

It took out the essential materials for breaking through from ordinary to elite craftsmen from the storage room that had been previously dug together.

A piece of dark black metal.

Murphy knew that there were seven different levels of artisans.

Inferior, Common, Elite, Excellent, Extraordinary, Epic, Legendary.

There is also a myth, but the craftsman does not remember it.

Of course, this artisan level is not absolute.

Even in reality, this artisan level is just a rather fictional concept.

After all, many epic or legendary weapons may have been only extraordinary or even superior when they were first forged.

It was nurtured by the soul of its master and the enemies it had defeated through constant battles and experiences.

Therefore, it is difficult to classify the levels after "excellence".

However, it was possible before, especially between ordinary and elite individuals.

The difference between elites and ordinary people can be summed up in one word: completion rate.

Weapons crafted by elite artisans have a much higher level of craftsmanship than those made by ordinary artisans. They not only pursue the effect, but also the feel, fit, and other details.

However, just as Murphy was looking at that piece of pure black metal, pondering what to forge,

A group of goblins, who had come uninvited, arrived at Murphy's doorstep.

……

There were about a dozen goblins in the group, but it was easy to tell at a glance that they were clearly divided into two camps.

The group of goblins were dressed neatly and cleanly, and their skin and fur showed signs of grooming. They were also relatively calm and quiet when communicating with each other.

The other group, on the contrary, wore ornaments such as bone clubs or skulls, had tangled hair, and had dirt and bloodstains on their skin.

Behind the pair of goblins, five or six humans dressed in tattered armor were tied up with ropes.

The clean-dressed goblins were the first to arrive at Murphy's house.

The goblin who was leading the group, and who looked older and more mature, stepped forward and spoke in gibberish to the leader of another group of goblins.

"Bonebreaker, you better behave yourself. We're here to discuss business, don't anger that lord!"

"Goblu, you figure out that damn deal yourself. Tell me, why keep these animals alive? We brothers have been gone for so long, shouldn't we relax a bit?"

Broken Bones grinned, his gaze falling on the group of people, and he licked his lips with a ferocious expression.

The old goblin called Goblu shook his head, his deep-set eyes fixed on the broken bones.

"I can't control you unless you're in front of me."

It threatened, enunciating each word clearly.

"But if you want to eat someone in front of me, you can't!"

Goblu knew very well that humans were currently the most prosperous race in the world in terms of trade and commerce, without exception.

Human commerce is essential for the development of their tribes and even the goblin race as a whole.

Most importantly, they were previously just small tribes that couldn't attract human attention.

Now, as their tribes continue to grow and expand, if they dare to keep humans as pets, prey on them, or even kill them...

Humans are not fools; they will definitely resort to force.

It had actually wanted to stop those brutal goblins from continuing to hunt humans for a long time.

But only now has it gained sufficient power and influence.

Seeing Goblu's persistence, Crispy Bone merely bared his teeth but didn't say anything more.

He tightened his grip on the weapon, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

Goblu naturally noticed this.

But just as the cartilage wanted to get rid of it, so too did the cartilage want to get rid of these useless, incompetent, and self-indulgent pieces of trash.

It sighed and looked at the humans who were covered in bruises.

These humans were found by them in the area where the giant snake had passed through.

Although Goblin could vaguely sense that they were quite powerful, perhaps due to the influence of the giant serpent, these humans were not only seriously injured, but also unable to use their full strength for a short period of time.

Could it be that part of the reason it came looking for them was because they needed to forge something themselves?

Another reason is that it intends to hand these humans over to Murphy.

After all, in their tribe, Shattered Bones might act rashly at any moment.

"Let's go in first," Goblu said.