The Goblin Race city was part of Forge God Okan's palace.
After the black-haired youth finished sharing meat skewers made from Riku's mount with his future wife, he came here to inquire about his followers' work.
"How is the Marrow Burst production coming along?"
The youth, who planned to produce a three-digit number of Marrow Bursts and plaster Arteshu's face with them in their future battle, asked the man dressed in a Goblin Race military uniform.
"After integrating the research institute and military machinery division, we successfully raised the daily output of Marrow Bursts to 2.4. Our current stockpile is sufficient to wipe out every false god aside from the God of War."
The man, the Goblin Race's greatest genius, proudly puffed out his chest as he introduced his people's astonishing productivity after being freed from raw material restrictions and devoting themselves to the great cause of world peace.
The idea that the poor became tactical masters while the rich relied on firepower saturation had been passed into Goblin Race civilization by a certain transmigrator and become an undeniable truth in their minds.
"Very good. But I believe whatever made you notify me personally is worth discussing more."
Sitting on Okan's throne, someone imitated Flashy by resting his chin on his fist as he slowly questioned the goblin before him.
"It concerns Divine Cores."
The Goblin Race genius who had personally developed the Marrow Burst respectfully explained the reason to his master.
"Go on, then."
Someone who had basically been treating unactivated Divine Spirit Races as firecrackers asked for an explanation.
"Using the Holy Grail's power, we observed Divine Cores that should not exist." Roni Dolaunier, who had clearly thrown the Holy Grail into scientific research, wore the peculiar fervent expression of a researcher.
"No, that is not right. While