My planet is infested with Goblins

The door of the time acceleration chamber closed behind Noah with a deep metallic sound.

For several seconds, nothing moved.

The circular room was larger than it had appeared from the entrance. Enormous metal rings surrounded a raised platform at its center, each one engraved with thousands of divine inscriptions. The symbols remained dark, but Noah could feel the power sleeping within them. Even without activation, the chamber seemed to distort his perception of time. Every breath felt unusually clear, and the beating of his heart sounded distant.

Noah stepped onto the platform.

The moment his feet reached its center, pale lines appeared beneath him. They spread across the floor and connected with the metal rings surrounding the platform.

He raised one hand and summoned his Planet Seed.

The dark-green sphere emerged from his body and floated above his palm. Clouds moved across its miniature surface. Between them, Noah glimpsed forests, rivers, mountains, and the valley where the first goblins had awakened.

The planet looked peaceful from the outside.

Its first tribe had barely survived one night. Predators still circled beyond the settlement. Food remained uncertain, their shelters were crude, and the goblins possessed almost no knowledge beyond instinct and imitation.

Before allowing a hundred years to pass, Noah had to prepare the world.

He closed his eyes and reached through the connection.

His consciousness descended through the clouds and returned to the forest valley. The goblins had not changed much since he last observed them. Several were cutting meat from the dead predator while others repaired the defensive stakes. The torn-eared goblin moved among them, striking the slowest workers and forcing them to plant the sharpened branches at a better angle.

The goblins complained, snarled, and occasionally tried to abandon the work. Each time, the torn-eared goblin dragged them back.

His authority was still uncertain, but the tribe remembered that his plan had saved them. Fear and gratitude gave him enough power to command.

Noah shifted his perception away from the settlement and examined the planet as a whole.

The item he had selected from the Aelwyn treasury rested within his Planet Seed, waiting to be introduced into the world.

The Mana Crystal Mineral Vein Seed appeared before his awareness as a piece of black stone streaked with thin blue light. It looked unimpressive compared with the weapons and enhancement artifacts he had rejected, yet his planet reacted to it with the same inexplicable eagerness he had felt in the treasury.

Noah still could not explain the sensation.

The planet had no voice. It gave no clear instruction and offered no reason for its preference. Yet the moment Noah focused on the mineral seed, the world seemed to lean toward it.

He released the artifact.

The black stone appeared high above the mountains. Blue light gathered around it as it fell through the atmosphere like a small meteor.

It did not strike the surface.

The mineral seed passed through the mountains without resistance, descending through layers of stone and earth. Noah followed it with his divine perception as it sank deeper and deeper into the planet.

It finally stopped near a region of intense heat far below the surface.

Cracks spread across the stone.

Blue energy poured from within.

The energy moved through the surrounding rock like growing roots. Thin streams divided, spread, and buried themselves across enormous distances. The planet trembled so faintly that none of the goblins noticed, but Noah felt the reaction through his soul.

The Planet Seed pulsed.

Satisfaction flowed through the connection.

The sensation was not human emotion, yet Noah understood it. The world had accepted the mineral vein as though it had received something it had always lacked.

The original seed expanded and fused with the deep layers of the planet. It became the Mother Mana Vein, a vast source from which smaller branches began to grow.

Four major branches formed.

One spread beneath the central continent, passing under the forest valley and the distant mountain ranges. Another moved north beneath frozen lakes, pine forests, and snow-covered peaks. The third stretched southward beneath jungles, wetlands, grasslands, and volcanic land. The last continued beneath the ocean floor until it reached the isolated continent across the sea.

The branches were narrow and immature, but they carried mana into regions that had previously possessed almost none.

Small deposits began forming around them.

At first, the changes were nearly invisible. Blue moss appeared in the darkest cracks of mountain caves. Flowers near buried mana streams developed brighter petals. A species of pale insect grew larger after nesting above a shallow deposit.

The animals changed as well.

A wild cat near the northern branch developed sharper senses. A reptile in the southern wetlands grew scales harder than ordinary bone. Several birds on the isolated continent began producing faint sparks when frightened.

Noah studied these changes with growing caution.

The mana crystals would not benefit only the goblins. Every creature living near the veins could absorb the spreading energy. Some predators might evolve long before the goblins discovered how to use mana.

Introducing the vein had made the world more dangerous.

It had also made the future far more promising.

As the underground branches matured, the mana density in the atmosphere would gradually increase. The change would take generations, but goblins born beneath mana-rich skies would be different from the first tribe.

Some would naturally develop an affinity for mana.

They might sense energy within the crystals, guide it through their bodies, or eventually create the first forms of magic. The chances would remain low at first, but the presence of mana would make magical development possible.

Combined with One Percent Genius, the result could become extraordinary.

An intelligent goblin born with mana affinity might discover spells, magical tools, or weapons that Noah could not predict.

The mineral vein doesn’t guarantee army prowess.

Noah looked once more at the primitive tribe beside the river. None of them knew that deep beneath their feet, a resource capable of changing the entire planet had begun to grow.

They were still arguing over meat.

One goblin tried to hide a large piece beneath a pile of leaves. Another noticed and struck him with a stone. Within moments, several members of the tribe were fighting while the torn-eared goblin screamed at them.

Noah almost laughed.

The road between their present condition and a magical civilization appeared impossibly long.

That was why he had entered the chamber.

Noah drew his awareness higher until the planet’s four continents spread beneath him.

The central continent was the largest. It held the first tribe, vast forests, long rivers, open plains, and several mountain chains. A broad stretch of land connected it to the northern continent, where the climate was colder and harsher. Snow covered its highest regions, and dense pine forests surrounded frozen lakes.

To the south, a narrower passage connected the central land to a warm continent of jungles, wetlands, volcanic mountains, and open grasslands. Food was abundant there, but so were poisonous plants and enormous predators.

The fourth continent lay alone across a vast ocean.

It possessed steep coasts, ancient forests, wide rivers, and creatures that had developed without contact with the mainland. No natural land bridge connected it to the other three.

Noah considered leaving the goblins together.

A unified tribe would grow faster. The torn-eared goblin could guide them, and their population would be large enough to withstand ordinary losses. Separating fewer than two hundred goblins into four groups would leave every tribe dangerously small.

But keeping them in one place created a greater risk.

A single plague could erase the species. One powerful predator migration, famine, flood, or internal war could destroy the only goblin civilization on the planet.

Noah would not place the future of his world in a single valley.

Different continents would also shape the goblins in different ways. Cold would force one group to master fire and shelter. The southern predators would reward caution, poison knowledge, and hunting skill. Isolation might push the fourth tribe toward entirely different beliefs and technologies.

Their separation would slow them at first.

Over centuries, it could create four distinct civilizations.

Noah divided the population carefully.

The original tribe contained fewer than two hundred goblins. He selected adults, children, hunters, gatherers, and enough males and females to allow every group to produce future generations.

He left the torn-eared goblin on the central continent.

The tribe needed at least one capable leader, and removing him after his first victory might cause the remaining goblins to collapse into panic and violence.

The first group Noah transported was sent north.

Divine light surrounded approximately forty goblins. They shrieked as the valley disappeared around them.

A moment later, they appeared inside a sheltered mountain valley on the northern continent.

Cold wind struck them immediately.

The goblins huddled together, terrified and confused. Several began running without direction, while others searched for the companions who had vanished during the transportation.

Noah guided them toward a dry cave and ignited a small fire within it.

The flame was not large enough to save them permanently. It merely gave them a chance.

When the northern goblins discovered it, they fell to their knees. Some reached toward the warmth. Others stared upward as though expecting the sky to carry them away again.

Noah transported the second group south.

They appeared beside a warm river surrounded by dense vegetation. Fruit grew nearby, and small animals moved through the undergrowth. The region seemed generous, but a group of large reptiles already hunted along the opposite bank.

Noah shifted the predators’ attention toward a distant herd.

The reptiles moved away.

The goblins did not see Noah’s intervention, but they noticed that the monsters had turned aside just before reaching them. Their fear slowly changed into confused relief.

The final group required the greatest movement.

Noah carried them across the ocean and placed them near a freshwater lake on the isolated continent. They appeared beneath an unfamiliar sky, surrounded by trees they had never seen.

Several screamed and attacked the empty air.

Others gathered their children and searched desperately for a way back.

Noah sent a narrow beam of light through the forest. It touched a group of edible fruit trees before moving toward the lake’s cleanest shore.

A few goblins followed.

Back on the central continent, the torn-eared goblin watched most of the tribe disappear.

He stood beside the half-finished wall, staring at the empty spaces where dozens of goblins had been. The remaining tribe panicked. Some fled into the shelters. Others raised weapons toward the sky.

The torn-eared goblin did neither.

He remembered the wind that had strengthened their fire during the predator attack.

Slowly, he lowered his weapon.

Then he knelt.

The gesture was clumsy and uncertain, but several goblins copied him.

Something changed within Noah’s connection to the planet.

A faint thread of pale energy rose from the central tribe.

More appeared from the northern cave, where the goblins huddled around the fire Noah had left. Another thread emerged from the southern group as they watched the predators disappear into the distance. Across the ocean, the isolated goblins gathered beneath the fading beam of light.

The energy entered Noah’s Planet Seed.

It was weak and almost insignificant yet Noah recognized it immediately.

It was faith Points.

For the first time, his planet had begun generating the primary currency of the God Civilization.

The four groups did not understand Noah in the same way.

The central tribe believed in a presence that ruled the wind and sky. The northern goblins associated their unseen protector with warmth and fire. The southern tribe imagined a hidden hunter capable of commanding beasts. The isolated goblins worshipped the light that had carried them to their new home.

Their beliefs were incomplete and contradictory.

Yet every belief pointed toward Noah.

Fear, gratitude, dependence, and wonder combined into the earliest form of worship.

Noah watched the tiny fragments of faith gather within his Planet Seed. The amount was too small to purchase anything meaningful, but its existence mattered more than its value.

The goblins had acknowledged him.

Across the four continents, the tribes began building shelters.

The central goblins strengthened their wall under the torn-eared leader. The northern group dragged branches into the cave and learned to preserve the fire. The southern tribe climbed trees to escape predators and began testing unfamiliar fruit. The isolated goblins built crude shelters beside the lake.

Children would soon be born beneath four different skies.

Generations would grow without knowing that they had once belonged to a single tribe.

Noah returned part of his awareness to the time acceleration chamber.

The metallic rings waited around him.

He placed both hands over the Planet Seed and activated the formation.

Divine inscriptions ignited across the walls. The rings began turning, slowly at first, then faster.

Inside the awakened world, the sun raced across the sky.

Days became weeks.

Weeks became months.

The seasons began to change.

The goblin populations grew, struggled, divided, and adapted. Deep beneath the four continents, the mana veins continued spreading, thickening the energy in the earth and air.

Above them, faint streams of Faith Points flowed toward Noah.

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