From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 82: What Adrian Saw!

Chapter 82: What Adrian Saw!

Meanwhile, Adrian’s vision returned in fuzzy, cartoonish blinks—like the world had been rendered in watercolor and someone was now aggressively sharpening the outlines.

The health potion was finally doing its job, stitching his consciousness back together with the slow grace of a lazy intern.

He still had absolutely no idea what the hell had happened.

One minute he was talking to Alice—probably saying something charming, noble, and slightly stupid.

And the next, he was slipping like a banana peel gag into a puddle of what felt like Satan’s leftover bathwater.

Hot. Scalding. Dignity-melting.

And then he just... laid there.

Spread out like laundry in a storm, while the rain poured onto his face like the heavens were personally spitting on him.

And now?

Now he opened his eyes to the sight of Alex.

That smug, stupidly handsome face hovering over him like some low-budget archangel in a drama show.

Benevolent. Glowing. Probably sparkled too.

’D-Did Alice just leave me here...?’

It all felt like a fever dream. Too much. Too surreal.

And more than anything, the fact that someone like him—the great magician Adrian—had actually been injured by... boiling water?

What the hell was that?

’Am I still weak?’

’That fight with that damned young goblin... did it really leave me this wrecked?’

He’d been so sure he’d escaped with only minor scrapes while everyone else took the worst of it.

Celeste had held off the goblin like it was nothing, her magic tearing through the beast without hesitation.

Adrian had used that precious window to haul the wounded heroes out of danger with Melissa’s help.

But now, days later, his body was still betraying him. Still fragile. Still refusing to forget.

It all seemed like a fever dream, blurred around the edges.

"You okay, man?"

Alex’s voice broke through the haze. He was standing over him, concern tightening his features.

Adrian realized he must have looked like he’d glimpsed something unspeakable.

His face—burned and swollen—was only now starting to knit itself together under the potion’s magic.

He tried to speak, but his throat was still a scalded ruin of pain. It would be a while before he could form any words at all.

Adrian lifted his head, only to feel a spike of pain blast through every inch of him, like his bones had turned into live wires. He winced so hard his vision swam.

Alex gave him a reassuring pat, voice calm.

"Don’t move. The potion is working."

Rain poured down in cold sheets, soaking them both, turning the clearing into a slick, miserable puddle.

For a moment, Adrian almost felt comfort in the darkness. Almost.

Then lightning cracked open the sky, bright as a cannon flash.

’What the fuck?!’

His eyes flew wide. Just behind Alex—out where the rain hit the edge of the trees, on the tent—he saw it. No—them.

Two silhouettes.

’W-what the? What the fuck was that?’

It was only a heartbeat, but his brain locked onto the image like a dog with a bone.

Two shapes tangled together, frozen in that lightning snapshot, one towering over the other, arms braced.

He had no idea what they were doing, but every cell in his body told him it wasn’t something he was supposed to see.

"Ah!"

His finger shot up, hand trembling like he was pointing at a ghost.

His voice cracked, half-choked.

Alex raised an eyebrow, calm as ever, like this was all perfectly normal.

He turned his head, squinting into the drenched darkness.

But the lightning was gone, leaving only the thick curtain of rain.

The tent stood silent, slumped under the downpour, looking about as innocent as a tent possibly could.

Beyond that, Celeste’s faint protection shimmered against the storm.

And past that, just black trees stretching forever.

No shapes. No movement.

No sign he hadn’t imagined the whole thing.

Adrian swallowed, pulse hammering.

’Goddammit... I’m not crazy... I saw something...’

"What?"

Alex asked, turning back to Adrian.

And right then—CRACK.

Another lightning bolt tore across the sky. The whole clearing lit up like a stage in hell.

And there it was again—Alice’s tent, caught in the sudden glare.

Two silhouettes.

This time, Adrian had a whole heartbeat to narrow his eyes, focus past the rain, and actually see what the hell was happening.

And what he saw made his brain short-circuit.

’No fucking way.’

A woman—definitely a woman—down on all fours.

Her hair loose, head hanging low and milkers swinging wildly.

Behind her, something small and hunched was moving—hips driving forward in steady, ruthless thrusts. The shape of it left no room for doubt.

It looked like—

Doggy. Full-on, rail-her-into-next-week doggy.

Adrian blinked hard, as if he could erase the image.

But by the time his eyelids snapped back open, the lightning was gone, just rain and shadows again.

He pointed, finger shaking so badly it looked like he was trying to cast a curse. His face twisted into pure horror.

"What the—what the hell, man?!"

Alex turned back, alarm sparking across his features.

"What are you looking at?"

This was getting bad.

Adrian wasn’t the serious type. He was the clown.

The loudmouth idiot who turned every crisis into a bad joke just to get punched in the mouth.

For him to wear that face—like he’d seen something that would haunt his dreams forever—

Alex felt his gut clench.

’What is he seeing?’

Alex squinted into the rain again.

Nothing.

Just that same damp tent sitting there like the world’s most suspicious lump of canvas.

"Did you see something?"

His mind raced.

Was it that young goblin—the smug little bastard who’d nearly beaten them all half to death?

Was he back, lurking out there in the dark like some green nightmare?

Alex scanned the tree line, heart thumping, but the woods were still.

Just dripping branches and the occasional gust rattling the leaves.

He looked at Adrian again—just in time for another lightning strike to split the sky.

And Adrian’s eyes blew wide open, pupils shrunk to pinpricks.

He flinched so violently he nearly toppled over, then squeezed his eyes shut like he was trying to block out the entire universe.

And that was when Alex finally understood.

Like a door creaking open in his brain, the realization hit him.

’Oh.’

’Oh.’

’So that’s it.’

’That’s what he’s seeing.’

Alex sighed, shaking his head in pity—and maybe a little relief.

What a foolish guy I was.

He almost laughed. All that dread, all that suspense—when the answer was right in front of him.

"Holy hell... How didn’t I think about this?"

He muttered under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Adrian cracked one eye open. His face was pale, rain dripping down his cheeks, but there was a flicker of desperate hope in his stare.

’Tell me, I’m not going crazy, Alex.’

His gaze all but screamed it.

’Tell me you saw it too.’

All he wanted—needed—was confirmation he hadn’t just glimpsed something his brain invented to torture him.

He was almost grateful Alex finally seemed to catch on. After all, it was his wife’s tent, and surely he—

"You’re scared of lightning, aren’t you? Since you were hit by one. Why didn’t I think of that?"

"...."

Adrian blinked.

"...."

’Lightning?’

’I was hit by lightning?’

’When?’

Even his half-numb brain was struggling to keep up.

He racked his memory—no charred clothes, no sizzling hair, no dramatic thunderbolt that had yeeted him into next week.

’This idiot can’t be serious.’

"I’ll bring you to your tent."

Alex continued, voice all gentle and pitying, like he was speaking to a delirious child.

Adrian wanted to facepalm so hard he’d crack his own skull, but his arms still felt like overcooked noodles.

’This has to stop now.’

Fine. One more try. He’d prove he wasn’t insane or struck by phantom lightning. He’d show him.

’Let’s see if you can see it too, genius.’

He sucked in a shaky breath, forcing his half-dead muscles to cooperate.

If he could just time it, if he could align himself with the next lightning flash, Alex would have no choice but to witness the same cursed spectacle.

’I’m not crazy.’

’I’m not.’

’...Right?’

A horrible doubt nipped at his brain.

’Did fantasizing about Alice finally fry what was left of my sanity?’

’No. No way.’

Adrian clenched his jaw, willing sensation back into his fingers.

’I have to set this straight. I am not crazy.’

One hand twitched. Then another.

’Good.’

He sucked in a breath, fought the wobbles in his arm, and slowly lifted his hand to point straight at Alice’s tent.

Then, with a deliberate flick, he aimed at Alex’s ring finger—the golden band gleaming even in the rain.

Alex frowned, mouth opening to say something—

—and the sky obliged with another blinding flash of lightning.

?!

Adrian’s heart just about stopped.

’It’s true, right? It’s true. What I’m seeing is real, right?!’

In that white-hot instant, there it was—same as before.

A woman down on all fours, hair spilling over her shoulders.

And something smaller, bulkier, definitely not human, pumping away behind her like it was getting paid by the thrust.