The Forest Feeds No Idle Goblins

A legend is born like this: an interesting Otherworld, an engaging plot, and an interesting soul. All that's left is to choose a Race for the protagonist. To highlight his glorious, great, and righteous image of saving the weak, we need... Huh? My hand slipped, and I seem to have chosen goblin? … Shire unexpectedly transmigrated and found he had become a goblin. As everyone knows, they are the most miserable species on the continent, unable to get enough to eat or warm clothes, and Adventurers get pumped up as if on steroids when they see a goblin. To survive, he had no choice but to unify the goblin Race. Fortunately, he has a talent tree. 【Mist Gaze: You can see adjacent unknown areas】 “Let me see what you've got. Oho, a Magic Crystal Ore Mine. This area is mine now, so get the hell off my turf.” 【Blessings of the Gods: You can forcibly obtain a blessing for your Domain from a Divine Being】 “Life God, what has blessing my Domain got to do with you?” 【Star of the Domain: You can mark any target; as long as it appears in your Domain, it will be displayed】 “Hmm? Why is a Demon wandering on my turf? Is that you, Joy?” Thus, while the three factions of Gods, Demons, and nobles vied for power and slandered one another, no one noticed a powerful force rising in the depths of the forest. “I'm telling you now,” Shire said, raising one finger at them, “You don't have the Ability to stand before us and say you can easily handle us. Goblins don't buy that.” …