From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 56: A Dying Man and His Best Friend!

Chapter 56: A Dying Man and His Best Friend!

"We need a healer! Someone from the church! Now!"

"But we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere!"

Adrian snapped, throwing his hands up.

"We can’t even sniff an apprentice healer, let alone someone from the church. We’re screwed. We’re so goddamn screwed."

He slumped forward, face in his palms.

But Rae, from across the tent, caught it—just for a second.

The twitch of a smirk curling Adrian’s lip.

What the hell was that?

Celeste didn’t see it.

She was too busy cradling Alex, frantically uncorking another potion and pouring it into his mouth.

His breathing slowed... for a moment.

Then—convulsions hit again. Harder.

His body jerked like a puppet on broken strings.

"What exactly happened to him, mistress?"

Laila pressed, eyes wide.

Her voice trembled—not with concern, but fear.

Real, spine-deep fear.

She’d never seen this before.

None of them had.

A goblin did this?

No—only the Goblin King could’ve managed something like this.

Celeste’s voice cracked.

"He was... he was the first one hit. By the goblin’s spear. I think—it was imbued. With darkness."

A stunned silence swallowed the tent.

Then, a wave of audible gasps. Even the goblins present stiffened.

Rae blinked, confused—until he dug deep into old-Rae’s tangled memories. And then... it clicked.

Of course. Darkness wasn’t just bad. It was everything bad.

The swirling sludge of every pain, every grudge, every rotten piece of hate from every soul that ever lived.

It wasn’t just magic—it was raw, undiluted evil.

Sure, it made you strong. Godlike, even. But like steroids for gym rats—it came at a price.

Boost now, die fast.

Maybe go insane first.

Maybe burn out your soul like a matchstick.

Powerful. Addictive. Fatal.

And someone out there was using it like candy.

’Well...’

Rae mused, arms crossed, eyes flicking to the convulsing mess that used to be Alex.

’if this new kid had darkness in him, then it’s safe to bet the Goblin King’s been marinating in that shit too, right?’

And if that’s true...

’Then these clowns just need to sit tight and wait.’

Because darkness always comes with a ticking clock.

It eats you alive from the inside out.

It’s already been months since the fake "victory" over the Goblin King.

So realistically, if the guy’s still out there? He’s probably rotting from the soul down.

Problem solved... eventually.

But then again—if the Goblin King isn’t decaying like a half-eaten apple and instead shows up juiced to the brim with darkness, ready to wreck the kingdom?

’Yeah. God bless this dump. They’re done.’

Adrian chuckled. Loud, obnoxious. Almost... delighted.

"It’s a lost cause, Celeste. He’s dying."

"Shut up!" Celeste snapped, venom in her voice.

"Why should I? You’re clinging to someone who’s seconds away from croaking. Might as well prep the funeral rites."

"He is not going to die! I swear! I promise!"

And just like that, Ice Queen Celeste cracked. Her voice trembled, her hands shook, her eyes burned.

No one had ever seen her like this. Not Laila. Not even Melissa.

For a heartbeat, they all felt it—her grief, her desperation. But...

They also saw what Adrian saw.

Alex was falling apart.

Blood leaked from his eyes now. Thick, dark. His skin was pale and sagging like wet paper. His face—gaunt, sunken, inhuman.

He didn’t look like a man anymore.

He looked like a corpse on a timer.

Rae, on the other hand? Oh, he was thriving.

’Good riddance.’

He thought, arms folded, watching Alex wheeze like a punctured accordion.

’That bastard’s been a pain in my ass since day one. Always talking down to me like I’m some disposable NPC. Fuck him.’

Alex coughed again, slower this time.

Weaker.

Froth bubbling at his lips like a dying fish.

Celeste’s eyes welled up, her perfect little ice princess composure cracking fully.

She gently laid him down.

Then—uh oh—she looked at Rae.

And Rae’s brain short-circuited.

’Wait—wait wait wait! What the fuck?! Why me?!’

His soul practically screamed as every bad decision he’d ever made lined up like a parade in his head.

’Shit, did she find out? Does she know I’m not the real Rae? Is this it? Execution by ice bitch?!’

His eyes darted around like a trapped rat.

His mental escape plan launched at full speed.

’The deep forest. Yes!’

Where they met the goblin.

’That’s it. That’s my escape route. I’ll just bail. Fuck this place.’

’Join the goblin king, blow this kingdom to hell, and ride off into evil glory with Alice, Lyra, Emily, and Melissa all draped over me like hentai royalty.’

And Celeste?

’Yeah, she’ll be my slave. Fuck you, Ice Witch. That’s the new world order.’

He was fully in his anime villain arc now.

Delusional? Maybe. But passionate.

And just when he braced himself to bolt, mentally halfway into his "Dark Lord Rae" persona, Celeste spoke—soft, broken.

"Sp-speak to him... he’s not going to live very long."

And just like that... she turned and ran.

No frost magic, no accusations, no judgment. Just sadness. Laila followed her, confused and quiet.

Now, the tent was silent.

And every single eye turned to him.

Rae blinked.

’...What the fuck just happened?’

He looked down at Alex, now rasping like a man made of dying batteries, then back up at the others.

’What the fuck!’

Rae almost let out an awkward chuckle with all those eyes locked on him like he was about to deliver a eulogy at a goblin funeral.

But he held it in, gave a solemn nod, and knelt beside Alex like the world’s most tragic sidekick.

"You... dhe best... master... Rae ever had..."

The tent fell into absolute, operatic heartbreak.

Maya and Melissa? Full-blown sobbing. Ugly crying. Snot and all.

Thunder, Stool, and Grumpy? Those idiots wailed like toddlers at a funeral.

Even the damn horses outside neighed in mourning.

It was beautiful.

’Oh...this... this is great.’

Rae felt like he just won an Oscar for Best Supporting Bullshitter.

His mind kicked into gear.

Why stop here?

"You my besd breind... You nebber hit me..."

He sniffled loudly, eyes glistening—externally dramatic, internally diabolical.

’Don’t worry, my guy... Your wife and mother? Safe hands.’

’Your son? Oh, I’ll raise him. Call me Daddy Rae.’

’We’ll play catch. I’ll kiss his boo-boos and your widow, every night. You’ve served your purpose, king.’

The sobbing intensified.

Even Adrian, his head buried in his hands, was shaking like a broken maraca.

Whether he was crying or holding in a maniacal cackle, Rae had no clue.

Then, it happened.

Alex’s breath grew shallow.

So damn shallow Rae could barely hear it.

’This is it... He’s going. The bastard’s clock is ticking. So long, you crusty prick.’

Rae reached out and gently touched Alex’s forehead. A parting gesture. A final goodbye.

And then—whoosh!

The tent flap burst open, wind flaring like someone had hit the dramatic timing button.

Everyone turned, eyes wide.

And in ran Celeste.

Except... she wasn’t crying anymore.

She wasn’t solemn. She was glowing.

Practically radiating light like a magical girl who just got her power-up sequence.

What the actual hell?

"Move! We need to be fast!"

She rushed in, eyes focused, hope blazing in her gaze like a woman reborn.

Behind her—Rae blinked. His stomach did a somersault.

Standing at the tent’s edge was a figure draped in black cloak, a radiant halo of soft light shining from behind her like the gods themselves said "Yeah, she’s that bitch."

Their eyes met.

She looked away.

But Rae’s heart skipped. A grin exploded on his face like a kid who just got extra dessert.

She was here.

The legendary healer.

The most proficient light magic user in the realm.

One of the Seven Heroes.

Alice, the Saintess of Light.

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