"W-work!"
The Goblin holding a barbed whip spoke in garbled human speech.
The whip lashed the humans, but they dared not resist in the slightest.
They could only swing their tools numbly, reclaiming the wasteland beneath their feet that had once belonged to humans.
"H-human!?!"
One Goblin let out a strange cry.
The monsters looked in the direction it pointed, only to see light fired from the Wandering Star Floating Cannons that had suddenly appeared in midair pierce their brains.
There were not many Goblin overseers here.
Using Simulated Outfit to change into clothes that better suited this Platform World, Ye Qiyan walked straight over under the people's blank stares.
"Y-you, who are you?"
"Are you a magician?"
A frail, bald old man was the first to recover. He tottered forward and glanced fearfully at the Goblin overseers on the ground, yet his eyes held a little more despair.
"I'm a traveler passing through. What happened here?"
The others' eyes held the same despair.
It was as though Ye Qiyan had harmed them by killing these Goblins rather than saved them.
As if resigned to their fate, they dropped their tools and sat on the ground.
Only the old man and the child beside him, who was supporting him, remained reasonably able to communicate.
"A traveler... ah... leave, quickly, leave... if you could get here, you must have a way to leave... don't stay here. Before long, those monsters will notice something is wrong here, and they'll soon send more monsters."
He had no intention whatsoever of begging Ye Qiyan for help. That despair seemed like the result of countless cycles of witnessing hope, only to fall into disappointment.
"Since I'm already here, at least let me know what happened, won't you? As for leaving, I don't think a few