I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World
Chapter 26: Greedy Goblin King

Chapter 26: Greedy Goblin King

Lorien’s breath hitched at the sight pf Gold. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Your Majesty, this must be the Goblin treasury!"

In the past, Lorien hadn’t cared much for gold. But things were different now.

Thanks to Renjiro, the elves had a way to bring their lost kin back from the divine realm—but the price was steep. Gold was necessary to summon them back, and so, to her, wealth had become invaluable.

Before anyone could move, the Subterranean Drake let out another low, menacing growl. It knew. It was guarding the treasure.

"ROAR!!" The Subterranean Drake let out a low, guttural growl.

As a ninth-circle magical beast with dragon blood running through its veins, it was an exceptionally powerful creature among its rank. The only reason it had agreed to serve as Rukk’s mount was simple—it could eat as much as it wanted in this kingdom.

Renjiro casually lifted his golden dagger—Mischief’s Reaper—and gave it a light flick.

Poof!

In an instant, the mighty Subterranean Drake was gone. In its place stood a fat, woolly sheep.

The creature froze, its reptilian mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened. Then, realization dawned. It stared at Renjiro with wide, terrified eyes, its woolly body trembling uncontrollably.

The elves behind Renjiro were equally stunned, but for an entirely different reason. Their awe-struck gazes shimmered with admiration. Their king was too powerful. Too overwhelming. Too perfect!

Not sparing the newly transformed sheep another glance, Renjiro stepped forward and pushed open the massive iron door.

A golden light flooded the chamber, illuminating the figures within.

What lay before them was a mountain of gold coins, gleaming under the dim torchlight. There were countless ornate treasures, gold and silver goblets, jewel-encrusted crowns, finely crafted artifacts, all stolen from human merchants who had been unfortunate enough to cross paths with goblin raiders.

But none of that mattered right now. Because right in the middle of that glittering pile— A single round head peeked out from beneath the coins.

Rukk the Goblin King had buried himself under the gold, leaving only his plump, green face exposed. His beady eyes burned with fury as he glared at Renjiro.

"You Pointy Ear!" Rukk growled. "These gold coins, these treasures—they’re mine! You can’t take them from the great and powerful Rukk!"

Renjiro strode forward without hesitation, his golden dagger—Mischief’s Reaper—firmly in hand.

Rukk, the self-proclaimed mighty and king of the goblins, was a ninth-circle Goblin. His raw strength surpassed Renjiro’s, but Renjiro remained completely unfazed.

He had no reason to fear a desperate last stand.

First, he wore the Elf King’s Crown, an artifact that granted divine protection. Second, his dagger, the Mischief’s Reaper, could instantly transform Rukk into a helpless sheep, leaving him utterly powerless.

Renjiro’s voice was calm, but laced with icy contempt.

"Even at the brink of death, you’re still thinking about gold?"

"No! No, no, no! You can’t kill me!" Rukk’s bulbous eyes widened in sheer panic. His voice cracked as he pleaded, "I am the ruler of the Goblin Territory! I am the great and powerful King Rukk!"

He gulped, forcing down his fear. Then, with an attempt at a sly smile, he continued, "O’ gracious Elf King, if you spare me, I will...no! I am willing to... share half of this treasure with you!"

Renjiro barely paid attention. With a flick of his wrist, he slashed the air with Mischief’s Reaper. A strange golden light shimmered across Rukk’s body.

The goblin king didn’t even have time to scream before he vanished— And in his place, a plump, woolly sheep flopped onto the pile of gold.

"Meeaaahh!!" The newly transformed sheep tumbled down the mountain of coins, bleating in pure terror.

Renjiro gazed at the trembling creature, a smirk curling at his lips.

"If I can take all of the treasure for myself, why would I settle for only half?" Tucking the dagger away, he turned to his soldiers and gestured toward the panicked sheep.

"Take this one outside. We’ll deal with it later."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Two elven swordsmen stepped forward and grabbed the frantically struggling sheep by its wool, dragging it toward the exit.

Elaria, who had been quietly observing, let out a soft gasp as she looked around the chamber.

"Your Majesty... This must be at least a million gold coins! And so many treasures from the human race... The goblins were unbelievably wealthy!"

Even Renjiro was slightly impressed.

The sheer volume of gold wasn’t what surprised him, it was expected, given that this was the goblins’ royal treasury. But the sheer amount of fine gold and silver artifacts caught his attention.

Beautifully crafted goblets, ornate jewelry, and exquisite relics filled the chamber. The goblins had clearly raided countless human caravans over the years.

He scoffed. "So the rumors were true. These goblins really did plunder quite a few human trade routes." Raising his hand, Renjiro snapped his fingers. A soft golden glow pulsed through the room.

Suddenly— The entire hoard of gold began to fade.

The mountain of coins shimmered and dissolved into pure light, swirling through the air before vanishing into Renjiro’s body, absorbed into his system.

With a casual wave of his hand, he stored the remaining treasures, magic cores, and artifacts into his spatial ring.

His spatial storage was among the finest in the Holy Continent, offering a space nearly as large as two full-sized basketball courts. Storing everything inside was effortless.

Within moments—

The once overflowing goblin treasury was completely empty. Renjiro turned to his three elven generals, his tone commanding.

"Spread the word. Search every corner of the Goblin Territory. Take anything of value. This land has fallen—it will become nothing more than a forgotten ruin."

The generals saluted.

"At once, Your Majesty!" They swiftly left to carry out their orders. Renjiro and Elaria stepped outside.

The two fat, trembling sheep huddled together near the treasury entrance, their eyes filled with pure dread. Renjiro once again lifted his golden dagger.

A single swipe—

Poof!

One of the sheep expanded, its wool disappearing as its body morphed and stretched. Until the Subterranean Drake returned to its original form.