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After the sex with Freya, Lorraine's level increased from the original level 2 to the current level 5, a jump of 3 levels at once!
This was much faster than the usual speed at which humans level up.
Moreover, as the level increased, various attribute points were noticeably improved. Lorraine could feel that his limbs, which were once very thin and small like those of a malnourished dog, had become more angular, and faint muscles were starting to develop.
Although his pectoral and abdominal muscles hadn't fully formed yet, based on the current rate of evolution, he believed they would emerge soon.
Additionally, with his level increase, Lorraine could clearly feel that his body had become much easier to control and stronger. He was no longer as weak as a small fish as he had been before.
To verify his strength, Lorraine glanced at Freya, who was lying on the ground before him, her body still twitching. He then walked forward and tried lifting Freya.
Due to strict body control protocols in the palace and the fact that Freya was the first princess of the kingdom, even though she stood at a standard height of 1.6 meters, her weight was only around 80 kilograms.
Lorraine grabbed Freya's shoulders with one hand and her slender waist with the other. He exerted force with his lower body and managed to lift her up.
Very good! He felt incredibly strong!
At this rate of leveling up, as long as he could conquer more girls of different races, gain more experience points, and continue improving his attributes, even if he couldn't evolve into the Goblin God quickly, his powerful attributes alone would be enough for him to survive in this alien world!
Hmm…
It seemed the system also had a feature that allowed him to view the detailed attributes of any species no higher than level 20 relative to his own.
So, Lorraine threw the unconscious Freya back to the ground, glanced at her slightly bulging belly, and called up her attribute panel:
[Individual Name: Freya Elgrandi Giorar]
[Race: Human]
[Identity: First Princess of the Kingdom of Giorar]
[Level: 19]
[Skills: Lightning Harnessing, Intermediate Healing, Light Strike]
[Life Force: 150]
[Attack Power: 13]
[Magic Points: 210]
[Strike Resistance: 25 (+5)]
[Magic Resistance: 35]
[Equipment: Holy Light Staff (Light Attribute)]
Current Hope Value: 50
(When the individual's hope value reaches zero, the individual will fall into despair and attempt to end their life.)
As expected of the first princess of the Kingdom of Giorar, her attributes were far superior to those of ordinary people.
Especially her magic value, which was as high as 210!
The magic value didn't just represent the blue bar—it determined the strength and effectiveness of the magic used and how many times it could be utilized.
Looking at Freya's attack and magic value distribution, she seemed to have been trained primarily as a [Magic] hero, which explained her low attack power.
This was why Lorraine was able to succeed at close range. If Freya had developed her physical skills, she would have easily been able to deal with an ordinary goblin.
What a pity... Freya was usually busy torturing the poor slaves she captured in the dungeon. It was already difficult for her to complete the magic tasks assigned by her warlock teacher on time, let alone practice unnecessary physical skills and strengthen her body.
As the afterglow of the sunset lingered, Lorraine was lost in his thoughts, intending to search the tent to see if there were any useful items still undiscovered.
While looking around for any equipment that might come in handy, he heard familiar footsteps outside, followed by the voice of the swordsman, Dralis:
"Those two jungle rabbits were really tough. They ran for their lives and almost led me deep into the forest."
"However, although the chase was exhausting, it was worth it to prepare the favorite game dinner for Her Highness Freya."
As he spoke, Dralis approached the front of the tent and knocked on the door frame. The sound came through the thin tent fabric, trying to attract the attention of those inside, "Your Highness, have you finished your work? If everything is ready, why not come out first?"
But all he received was silence—no response.
It seemed there was no one in the tent, only the sound of the curtains occasionally lifting in the breeze.
In the silence, Dralis's expression shifted from expectation to confusion.
He frowned, wondering if Freya still had some unfinished business.
He murmured softly, then decided to try again, using a gentler, more caring tone, "Your Highness Freya, if you can hear me, please respond. Dinner is ready, and I don't want your kindness to fade."
Of course, he wouldn't wait for Freya's answer.
At this moment, Freya was unconscious, her noble body twitching uncontrollably, her mind consumed with thoughts of Lorraine, and she had completely become Lorraine's captive.
Upon hearing Dralis's voice, Lorraine wasted no time. He quickly transported Freya, who had completely lost her resistance, into his own dream space. This special area of the system was capable of preserving women's bodies, allowing them to recover slowly inside while making it more convenient for Lorraine to carry them.
Though his level had risen to level 5 and he had acquired Freya's skills, Lorraine knew that he was no match for Dralis, the gold-level adventurer swordsman.
Among the thirty-six strategies, running away was the best one!
Taking advantage of his smaller frame, Lorraine climbed out of the window at the back of the tent and made his way into the depths of the Dark Moon Forest.
Half a minute after Lorraine left the tent, the anxious Dralis pushed open the tent door and stepped inside to check the situation.
"Your Highness Freya, are you in the tent? Please come out and stop playing! I beg of you!"
But Dralis did not receive a response.
The scene he encountered inside the tent shocked him completely.
Next to the rusty iron chain, there should have been a goblin tightly bound, but now only green blood stains and rust remained, as if describing the struggle of prey that had recently escaped.
The moment Dralis entered the tent, the scene before him caused his heart to ache, and an unprecedented shock and uneasiness spread within him.
The situation inside was worse than he had imagined.
Green body fluids, some unidentifiable liquids, and a pool of bright red blood were scattered everywhere, mixing together and emitting an unbearable smell.
What made Dralis feel even worse was the sight of strands of Princess Freya's distinctive pink hair and fragments of clothing that unmistakably belonged to her, scattered among the mess.
Dralis's face filled with anger and anxiety as his fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms.
Everything in the tent seemed to mock his helplessness. Every drop of unrecognizable blood was a reminder that Freya, once high and mighty, had likely been attacked by monsters here.
His heart was filled with fury, but also a deep sense of helplessness.
He gently picked up a strand of pink hair and touched it with his fingers, as if trying to feel Freya's presence through these tiny connections.
"Your Highness Freya, this is all my fault."
Dralis whispered, his voice heavy with sorrow. He turned around, scanning the chaos, trying to piece together the truth and seek justice for Princess Freya.
Suddenly, he thought of the green blood on the ground. It was clearly goblin blood. After all, Freya was a level 19 iron-grade adventurer warlock. How could she have been defeated by a mere goblin?
Moreover, before leaving, he had set up a barrier around the camp created by the Kingdom's royal magician. Monsters below level 40 couldn't break through the barrier.
This meant that Freya must have been taken by a goblin above level 40, and she was likely assaulted in the tent.
Even though Dralis was a level 49 gold-rank adventurer swordsman, he knew that defeating a group of goblins above level 40 would be difficult, especially with the knowledge that Freya was already in the goblins' hands.
Dralis clenched the pink hair in his hand, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including deep hatred for the goblins and a reluctance to see Freya go.
His voice, filled with rage, was almost squeezed out between his teeth, "Goblins, for all your sins, one day, I will make you pay with blood!"
Though Dralis held a deep admiration for Freya, he knew that in this desperate moment, he had to set aside those emotions to give himself and his family a glimmer of hope.
The image of Freya flashed in his mind, and his heart swelled with grief, but he knew this was not the time to indulge in sorrow.
He decided to quietly return to the capital before the king learned of Freya's fate. He had to transfer his family to a remote town to stay out of sight, ensuring their safety without drawing attention.
After making his decision, Dralis took a deep breath, suppressing the grief and anger in his heart. He turned around, walked out of the tent with firm steps, and disappeared into the forest.
After capturing Freya, Lorraine made his way towards the Shadow Forest, hoping to encounter a new goblin tribe with some luck.
His current strength was still too weak. It was impossible to survive alone in this forest. He needed to build his own power.
However, the original goblin tribe had been destroyed by Dralis and his men, leaving Lorraine as the only goblin.