As a Goblin, I will have a harem

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He gently placed the green leaf on the porcelain plate, using it as a garnish for the fried lung. The bright color of the leaf created a sharp contrast with the golden fried lung, which not only made the dish look more vivid and tempting but also added a touch of natural flavor.

The addition of this detail demonstrated Lorraine's understanding and pursuit of culinary aesthetics, highlighting his respect and love for food.

Finally, Lorraine blew gently on the fried lungs to ensure they were at the right temperature before admiring his work with satisfaction. This fried lung was not just an attempt at culinary art; it was a culinary dimensionality reduction attack from Blue Star, presented to the Goblin Tribe!

At that moment, Lorraine had transformed into Hannibal Lecter, cooking his own kind.

Lorraine's actions resembled a small ceremony within the tribe, drawing the attention of the goblin brothers around him.

They stared intently, their eyes filled with curiosity and envy, their throats producing involuntary swallowing sounds.

However, none of them dared step forward, fearful that any reckless move might anger their revered leader, Lorraine, and make them another delicacy on his plate.

Lorraine paid no attention to the goblins' gazes. His focus was entirely on the carefully prepared fried lung before him.

Displaying an elegance rarely seen in daily life, he used a dagger as a knife and fork, skillfully and rhythmically cutting the fried lung into bite-sized pieces.

Each cut precisely sliced through the slightly charred outer skin, revealing the tender, white, and juicy meat inside.

As the cutting continued, the aroma from the lungs grew stronger, seemingly inviting Lorraine to taste them.

He gently picked up a piece of fried lung, placing it gracefully in his mouth, and began to chew carefully.

His eyes revealed a deep understanding of food, as if all his taste buds were communicating with the flavors of the fried lung.

The fried lung's skin offered a subtle crispy sensation as he chewed, while the meat inside was tender and juicy. Every bite was filled with a delicate texture and a faint sweetness unique to the lung.

Although Lorraine appeared to be enjoying the food in front of the goblin minions, in truth, his opinion of the fried lung was far from favorable.

The Goblin Shaman Fried Lung was a bit disappointing in taste: it had a sour and astringent flavor, the bloody smell was overpowering, the iron taste was too prominent, and the fatty parts were unpleasantly granular and greasy.

This attempt made Lorraine realize that when choosing lungs as food, the best candidates were individuals with a mainly vegetarian diet and regular exercise.

Such lungs would have firm meat with low fat content, making them more suitable for cooking. In contrast, lungs with loose meat and high fat content were not ideal.

He made a mental note that, in the future, when preparing similar dishes, he could try the Peruvian method of marinating and using salty seasonings to mask the discordant flavors.

Lorraine also thought that if the lungs contained some fat, frying them might improve the taste. The fat would gradually melt under high heat, and with proper seasoning, it might bring out a different flavor in the lungs.

Although the Goblin Shaman's lungs lacked taste and freshness, for Lorraine, this meal carried a different significance.

Having adapted to the wild for so long and longed for cooked food, even the goblin shaman's lungs had become a rare delicacy in his eyes.

So, Lorraine savored the plate of fried goblin shaman's lungs, enjoying each bite.

Though the taste was unsatisfactory, this meal fulfilled his basic need for food and the long-missed experience of cooked food.

Once he had slowly chewed the last piece of fried lung on the plate, Lorraine stopped his meal. He picked up a piece of white cloth and wiped the corner of his mouth gracefully. This simple action revealed his composure and leadership.

The goblins around him had never witnessed such a scene.

None of them had ever seen someone eat so calmly and elegantly, let alone maintain such dignity in such a harsh environment.

The goblin brothers looked on in admiration and awe, firmly believing that Lorraine was not an ordinary goblin but a god-sent leader—or even the incarnation of a god.

This sudden admiration prompted the goblin brothers to kneel before Lorraine, expressing their absolute loyalty and faith.

At that moment, the system's voice rang in Lorraine's mind:

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. The talent [Ultimate Growth Body] has taken effect. By devouring the body parts of the rare Goblin Shaman (Cunning), you have acquired the skill [Command Call]!]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. The skill [Command Call] has mutated and transformed into a god-level talent [Thought Seal]!]

[Thought Seal: The host can issue orders to his subordinates that must never be disobeyed. Even if it means sending them to their deaths, they will not hesitate. (PS: This can only be applied to subordinates who have sworn an oath of loyalty to the host.)]

Lorraine froze as he processed the system's notification.

Initially, he had hoped to acquire spells like "Dark Curse" from the Goblin Shaman to enhance his combat abilities. But he never expected that he would inadvertently gain the Goblin Shaman's [Command Call] skill, which had mutated into the [Thought Seal] skill.

Lorraine was familiar with [Thought Seal]—it was a concept from the Blue Star science fiction masterpiece The Three-Body Problem. It made the target unwaveringly believe in the contents of the implanted thought and never betray it.

However, the system's version of [Thought Seal] could only be used on subordinates. Otherwise, it would be the ultimate control skill.

Still, being able to use it on his subordinates was a blessing. It meant he no longer had to worry about betrayal and could expand his territory and recruit concubines without concern.

After collecting his thoughts, Lorraine decided to experiment with his newly acquired talent: [Thought Seal].

He silently recited in his mind, and several panels appeared in front of him, showing the forces he currently controlled:

[Sphere of Influence: Central Shadow Forest - Goblin Tribe (Primary)]

[Command: Freya, 47 ordinary goblins]

Other panels contained detailed information about each goblin, showing their strength in the level 1-10 range, typical of a normal goblin tribe.

Lorraine selected the 47 ordinary goblins and began imposing the [Thought Seal] on them.

[First Rule of Thought Seal: Never betray Boss Lorraine, never sell out Boss Lorraine, even if it means death.]

[Second Rule: Never approach Boss Lorraine's residence, never harbor improper thoughts about his women. You are not allowed to gaze upon them more than once, nor listen to their voices.]

[Third Rule: Always put Boss Lorraine's interests first, the collective's interests second, and individual interests last.]

[Fourth Rule: Beauty and Ugliness Conversion! All male subordinates only find female animals, monsters, or vulgar women attractive. They sneer at beautiful women and are repulsed by them, never wanting to touch them or even look at them.]

[Fifth Rule: All male subordinates must actively offer any beautiful women they capture to Boss Lorraine. They will be moved by Lorraine's willingness to "sacrifice" himself for these "ugly" women, becoming even more loyal.]

This was all Lorraine could think of for now. He also activated the automatic function of [Thought Seal], ensuring that any male subordinate who pledged loyalty would automatically accept these five rules.

After processing the food, Lorraine quickly turned his thoughts to a bigger plan: expanding his power.

He had noticed that since the goblins had started using the bows and arrows he crafted, their hunting efficiency had significantly improved. Although their hunting method was crude and dangerous, it had proven to be surprisingly effective with the right weapons.

Lorraine decided to use this opportunity to boost morale and strengthen the cohesion of the tribe.

He ordered the goblins to gather the day's prey in one place and set up a large bonfire in the center of the tribe, preparing for a rare bonfire party.

The bonfire burned brightly in the night, casting warm light and heat, becoming the tribe's focal point that evening.

For the goblins, such a banquet was an extraordinary treat. They rarely had the opportunity to indulge in meat, which had previously been reserved for the Goblin Shaman.

Thus, the bonfire party was both a material satisfaction and a spiritual release.

Under Lorraine's leadership, the goblins laughed and enjoyed the feast, their faces filled with happiness and satisfaction.

This scene only deepened their loyalty and trust in Lorraine.

As the party began winding down, Lorraine stood up, preparing to test the effect of [Thought Seal] on his subordinates, checking whether any of them would develop bad thoughts about his women.

Soon, under the watchful eyes of the goblin men, Lorraine summoned Freya from the dreamlike space in an almost solemn ceremony.

When the pink-haired human girl appeared before them, all the goblin subordinates showed expressions of surprise and confusion. Their eyes were full of curiosity about this human girl.

Strangely, none of the goblins revealed the greed or desire they had before. This was the passive effect of [Thought Seal]. Since Freya carried Lorraine's aura, the goblins instinctively regarded her as part of the boss's harem.

"Ahhhh!"

Freya looked around, seeing many pairs of goblin eyes glowing faintly yellow. Her heart raced, and she let out a sharp scream.

In this strange and hostile environment, she felt trapped, with no escape, and panic consumed her.

Lorraine quickly approached her, offering some comfort with his voice. His tone was commanding yet gentle, "Be calm, Freya. These are my men. As long as you're willing to be mine, you'll be a sister to these goblins. No goblin here will harm you."