The Overlord Journey of Tima, the Creator God

"Mother is bathing upstream, yet you dare draw water downstream! Damn it, I haven't even had a drink yet!"

"Die." The cold voice drove the goblins to despair. The overwhelming gravity left them unable even to raise their heads; all they could see were the tips of her shoes.

Was the divine punishment for stealing holy water arriving this quickly? With that thought, every goblin died.

Of course, they had not truly died. Rather, their souls had experienced death several times.

"How did it feel?" Preya spoke calmly, sitting cross-legged atop a boulder before a crowd of kneeling goblins.

After using illusion magic to make them experience death several times, they had become like this.

She had originally intended to kill them outright, but Preya remembered something Mother had said.

"If possible, try not to kill living beings. If there's a way to control or make use of them, then do that."

These goblins were not without value.

"The price of sparing your lives is that you must swear eternal loyalty to Mother, offer tribute every day, report on the forest's situation, and refrain from drawing water during this period." Preya paused. "That will do for now. I'll add more whenever I think of something."

"Yes, understood." Having endured those terrifying illusions of death, the goblins no longer had any will to resist.

"Just in case, I'll find someone to supervise you as well." Preya clapped her hands and activated voice transmission.

Before long, the ground began to tremble.

"Second Miss, I have come at the Mistress's command. What are your orders?" An incredibly muscular man knelt before Preya.

A slender woman was sitting on his shoulder.

Goblin General, Level 57 mid-rank mercenary, a Warrior and Commander. Rumor had it that he possessed the potential to evolve into a Goblin King.

Goblin Princess, Level 55 mid-rank mercenary, a Mage. According to her setting, she and the Goblin General were partners.

It was said that if her partner, the Goblin General, evolved into a Goblin King, she would evolve alongside him into a Goblin Queen.

Come to think of it, goblins above Level 50 had all become less ugly in appearance. Their faces even looked somewhat resolute, and the Goblin Princess was actually a little cute.

Still, was a couple with such a huge difference in size really going to be okay? Could the Goblin Princess really take it? Preya quietly grumbled inwardly.

"You two will be responsible for managing these goblins. No problem?"

"Reporting to Second Miss, none."

And just like that, with all the goblins staring at one another, Preya vanished on the spot. The two powerful goblins she left behind became the new leaders of their tribe.

"Preya, you're back." Aya had just finished bathing. Wrapped in a bath towel, she was using another towel to dry her wet hair and horns.

"Mm." After making sure to burn this scene into her mind, Preya said, "Thank you, Mistress."

"Huh? Ah, they're only two goblins. If you need them, just take them." Aya said.

Unlike creations that only consumed mana, recruited mercenaries could exist permanently. They did cost gold, but that tiny amount meant nothing to Aya.

In the later stages of online games, currency inflation was normal. A few dozen gold coins mattered greatly when a server first opened, but later on, even hundreds of millions were nothing special.

So when Preya asked her for "two mid-rank goblins to manage the forest," Aya agreed without much thought.