Chapter 180
Chapter 180
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 180
Chapter Title: Arrival of the Gallery Doctor
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“Kee-eek!”
A massive goblin horde began pouring into the underground city of Lumerin.
“You, there’s too many!”
“Leader, what should we do?”
The dark elves lacked the power to hold them off.
In this moment of life-or-death crisis.
That’s when the Gallery Doctor appeared...
“Kee-ek?”
One goblin dumbly tilted its head.
He definitely wasn’t there just a moment ago?
The Gallery Doctor standing all alone amid the goblin horde felt utterly out of place.
“Gallery Doctor...?”
Loen blinked her eyes in a daze.
How had he gotten in here?
The entrance was completely packed with goblins.
“Uh, how did you get here?”
“My first external business trip—this earns high salary and employer’s trust.”
“Y-Yes?”
“Do you desire an answer from your dear black elf? Then look to the distant place.”
The answer was just a short distance away.
Not some metaphorical distant place.
Just look directly at the far end behind the Gallery Doctor.
“Hii-eek!”
A path cleared by blood.
A genuine red carpet paved with the blood of real goblins stretched out long.
Countless goblin corpses lay strewn atop it in wildly varied poses.
The Gallery Doctor’s shotgun hadn’t even warmed up.
A single swing of his fist was more than enough.
“Kee, kee-eek!”
The mutant goblin sensed an instinctive threat.
If it couldn’t kill him, it would die!
The mutant goblin frantically gripped its blade and charged forward.
“Doctor, it’s dangerous!”
Loen’s sharp senses caught it, and she cried out urgently.
Goblins were pathetic beasts.
But mutants were never to be taken lightly.
Their tough hides, solid muscles, and battle-hardened brains posed a clear threat.
Or they should have.
- Crack!
Did the Gallery Doctor have eyes in the back of his head?
His massive arm shot out like a bullet, smashing the goblin to pieces.
Then he raised his blood-soaked arms
and struck a front double biceps pose.
“Danger? That’s quite the amusing tale.”
“Uh...”
“But hunger alone is never my only foe.”
With a light flex, veins bulged menacingly across his muscles.
“Yet under Judak’s hire, my dangers have vanished like parents.”
Loen couldn’t make sense of what that meant.
But one thing was crystal clear.
“Always give thanks to Judak. And I also like Judak.”
The fight was over.
At that horrifying sight, the goblins’ will to fight shattered.
“Kee, kee-ee-eek!”
“Kiee-eek!”
Pushing with numbers would just mean more deaths.
With no hope of victory, the goblins tried to flee back out the narrow canyon they’d come from.
“Th-The goblins!”
“We have to catch them now!”
If they escaped now, they’d come back.
The dark elves shouted urgently, but the excellent doc remained utterly relaxed.
And for good reason...
“Senior, this is really the right place?”
“Didn’t Judak say it was? Oh, and look, there’s big bro too.”
Two massive figures appeared at the narrow canyon entrance, their backs to the sun.
- Judak*) Of course I called more ㅇㅇ
The Gallery Doctor’s dispatch had one purpose.
Eradicate and prevent disease.
Meaning the excellent doc wasn’t alone.
“Kee-ek?”
The excellent doc jerked his chin toward them.
“Brothers, see those ugly greens over there? Show ’em some impact.”
“Y-Yes?”
“He says block the goblins from escaping.”
“How do you understand grand senior so well?”
“It’s a form of social life.”
During the Black Death outbreak, the two most famous Gallery Doctors from Adrian.
Plus the Gallery Doctor group’s leader-like figure, the excellent doc.
“Kee-eek...”
The goblins trembled.
They were overwhelmingly outnumbered, yet victory felt impossible.
Breaking through them to bask in the sun seemed like a pipe dream.
Greater violence overwhelming violence.
- Thwack, pow!
“Kee-ek, kee-eek!”
“Grrr...”
Before overwhelming physical force, goblins burst like balloons, blood and flesh spraying.
It wasn’t a fight—it looked like play.
Hide-and-seek, but getting caught meant death.
“Hic.”
“Hiek, hie-eek...”
Every time a goblin exploded, the dark elves’ ears twitched instinctively in fear.
- Judak*) Where does suffering come from?
From magic beasts!
Just wipe out the magic beasts, and it’s done.
The narrow canyon path echoed only with the goblins’ pitiful screams.
*
Gallery Doctors were a form of cheat.
“Like hero mobs.”
Just pay them money...
No, not even that much, and they follow orders like their lives depend on it.
After the Gallery Doctors arrived, not a single goblin escaped—they caught them all.
The problem, though...
“Ugh, just looking makes me nauseous.”
Dealing with the goblin corpses.
Even dogs won’t eat these.
They don’t sell well either.
Season them and cook, and they’re decent, but no need for the effort.
The dark elves, however...
“Um... can we really take them all?”
Their eyes sparkled at the variably mangled goblin corpses.
For protein-starved dark elves, goblins were a decent tonic.
- Judak*) Fine by me... but really?
“Th-Thank you! We’re happy with this!”
We’d been racking our brains over disposal, but the dark elves carted them all off.
So thrifty—even goblin ears and heads had uses, they said.
Half went to secure monster meat.
The other half...
“The sting of the syringe is replaced by your health.”
- Poke.
“Hiek!”
They huddled in front of the Gallery Doctors, getting shots.
If healthy, nutritional injections.
If not, for treatment.
In their harsh environment, free treatment was something dark elves could never refuse.
- Poke.
“Hee-eek!”
Of course, needle phobia was another matter.
Loen: Thank you so much... I never thought you’d go this far for us...
Loen: (Dark elf con with sparkling eyes)
Thanks to the Gallery Doctors saving their lives, Loen’s attitude improved even more.
With the potential beast problem wiped out in one go, it made sense.
Judak*: So no more beast worries now?
All those goblins were dead.
I said it as a congratulations, but Loen’s response wasn’t as bright as expected.
Loen: Uh... not quite.
Judak*: ?
Loen: It’s happened a few times before. They’ll definitely come back.
“No way, after dying like that, they’ll return?”
Goblins were infamous for stupidity among magic beasts.
Short thinkers with goldfish memories.
Yet their instincts were strong, so their numbers swelled disgustingly fast.
“Even so, there’s a limit, right?”
Even that has its bounds.
At least for regular goblins.
Loen: Those are treasure goblins.
Judak*: Huh, different ones?
Loen: Yes! Goblins with extremely strong greed among their instincts.
But these were treasure goblins.
So-called golden goblins.
Goblins with greed maximized among their instincts, coveting wealth above all.
That’s why they kept charging in, no matter how many died.
[Title: Ah, They're Here Again!]
Poster: Always Planning for the Future
(Treasure goblin looting gif)
(Dagger to the forehead gif)
(Another treasure goblin farming items from the dead treasure goblin gif)
Don’t they have any kinship?
Disgusting! Gross!
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- Do more
ㄴ ?
ㄴ (Knight cat con looking serious)
ㄴ Poster) I don’t get it well ㅇㅅㅇ
- Goblin kinship? Gobro love lol
ㄴ Galhahhaha
ㄴ Today’s trash bin is here
ㄴ Idiot trash no-fun bitch
ㄴ Trash
ㄴ Die
Treasure goblins’ top priority was looting.
Die in the process?
Another treasure goblin comes to loot the corpse and items.
Keeps going until they steal everything.
It was even used as a dark elf curse.
Loen: They covet our food supplies... such... such repulsive bastards!
Loen’s words dripped with disgust.
Greed over life.
Steal from dead comrades first.
Even stuff all treasures into sacks.
This is totally...
“This is totally a lucky goblin!”
Jackpot?
Normal golden goblins carry sacks to store loot.
Gamers farm them for profit.
Judak*: No ones with treasure sacks?
So I asked just in case.
If they invade empty-handed and just steal, that’s trouble.
Loen: There are!
Loen: Treasure goblin variants are occasionally spotted carrying treasure sacks.
But there were.
“Bit of a shame they’re variants...”
If they exist, it changes everything.
Judak*: So what do they do with them?
Loen: Seen them showing off to each other... it’s all for bragging.
Judak*: Perfect.
Loen: Huh?
They don’t even use or dirty them—just for show?
[You have purchased an item!]
I immediately bought from the market.
Judak*: Then just give ’em some.
Loen: J-Judak?
“Treasure their stuff more than their lives?”
Then give it to them.
And reverse-loot everything, including what we gave.
That’s all.