Noah surveyed the carnage. The forest floor, once teeming with five hundred goblins daily, was now a grotesque tableau of their demise.

  His newfound power, fueled by a 2000 mana surge and an S-rank skill acquired without the usual fifty skill books (of which he only possessed five), had decimated the horde.

  Only one trembling goblin remained, a testament to Noah's devastating revenge. A cold satisfaction settled over him.

  Reaching level 8 was just the beginning.

  Level 10 seemed a distant goal, requiring twenty days of monotonous grinding. Boredom gnawed at him.

  His gaze fell upon the lone survivor, a frightened goblin bearing a familiar wound – the very mark Noah himself had inflicted. An idea sparked in his mind. Instead of ending the goblin’s life, he would…

  Noah watched the goblin, his chosen leader. An unusual intelligence flickered in the goblin's eyes, a spark that set him apart from the mindless horde.

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  Noah felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with the weight of the task ahead.

  "Tomorrow," he murmured, "tomorrow, we begin."

  He knew spamming goblins wouldn't build a kingdom. He needed quality, a refined society, starting with a strong leader and a sustainable foundation.

  The goblins’ explosive breeding cycle was a powerful tool, but it needed direction. It could be the engine of an empire, or its destruction.

  Resources were the immediate problem.

  The forest offered little beyond meager wild fruit. No game to hunt. Goblins might not require meat, but a proper diet was crucial for his elite guard(exp).

  Farming.

  They would have to learn. Noah sighed. He would have to teach them.

  And the location. He couldn't build this new civilization amidst the spammed goblins.

  They needed distance, a buffer zone. And they needed… a challenge.

  Enemies. A force to forge them. Noah's mind raced, sketching terrain, considering strategic advantages.

  Elites. The word echoed. Specialized skills, knowledge, rigorous training. It wouldn't be easy.

  He imagined training grounds, workshops, even a rudimentary library.

  He'd teach them a language, governance, a culture. The scope was daunting.

  He glanced at the goblin, studying a shiny beetle.

  "And you," Noah whispered, "you will be the cornerstone."

  Tomorrow, he had another task. A less pleasant one.

  A leader needed a queen. And a harem.

  The thought left a bitter taste, but it was a necessity. While not exactly rare – the skewed ratio of one female to every hundred males was well-known.

  He hoped fortune would favor him. He had a feeling he would need all the luck he could get.