Arrived in Type-Moon, Now Missing

Just like the dwarves described in Western fantasy novels, the Goblin Race was generally short. In theory, they were all "short, fat, bearded fuzzballs," brown-skinned and horned, with even the women merely having "somewhat sparser" body hair.

Forging was their instinct, an inborn talent. Even without blueprints or tools, they could casually hammer a large chunk of iron a few times and shape it into exactly what they wanted. They were a race with "high-tech" strength, the kind where everyone was a great inventor.

With such uniquely gifted forging talents, they could naturally create weapons using Spirit Destruction Sorcery that were in no way inferior to those of the Forest Spirit Race, and even surpassed them in destructive power.

Merely standing on the ground made the surrounding air dry. Carrying a spear and a katana, the youth silently passed through the defensive systems at the edge of Hardenfell, the Goblin Race's city, and entered it with extreme ease.

Beneath his feet was a road immensely broad even by human standards. There were no plants decorating the streets. Looking into the distance, blacksmith shops, weapon stores, metal trading centers, and other race-specific establishments occupied roughly half the street.

"Is this what they mean by a mechanical civilization? It has a completely different style from every other world I've visited."

Much taller than the Goblin Race, yet instinctively ignored by the goblins around him, the youth looked over the scene before him and sighed.

"The tech trees are different. It'd be stranger if they had the same style." The system's voice rang out, seemingly feeling that its host was stating the obvious.

"You've got a point." Rarely seeing the system use its brain, Li Zihan smiled approvingly.

"By the way, why did you decide to come to the Goblin Race's territory?" The