Supreme Gacha System

Supreme Gacha System

Chapter 11; Stella's Speech

Stepping into the goblins' hidden world, Leon and his group were awestruck. The subterranean expanse was breathtaking, a hidden wonderland. At its heart stood a towering, illuminated crystal, a skyscraper-like structure that seemed to pierce the very ceiling of their world. Its sheer size and beauty were captivating, a beacon of light in this subterranean realm. But this wasn't the only illuminated crystal; smaller, rainbow-hued crystals scattered the landscape, like jewels scattered by a giant's hand, they pulsed with an inner light, their colors shifting and changing with each passing moment. Above, the vaulted ceiling, studded with bioluminescent fungi, cast an ethereal glow on the scene, creating an otherworldly ambiance.

As they approached the goblin tribe, a wave of tension rippled through the settlement. Children playing in a clearing abruptly stopped, their laughter replaced by wary silence. Goblins practicing magic and combat skills froze, their movements becoming wary and alert. They looked like a pack of wolves, sensing danger. Those tending to the fields, their hands gripping tools, straightened their spines, eyes fixed on the approaching strangers. Their faces were grim, their bodies tense, ready to defend their home.

At the center of the tribe, a structure larger than the surrounding wooden huts stood imposingly. Inside, five figures, four goblins stood below the tribe chief who is seated on the wooden throne.

"Chief! Chief!" a goblin burst into the hut, panting like a dog, his voice echoing through the room.

"What are you doing?!" a goblin snapped, her voice dripping with annoyance. "Do you want to die?!" She was the female goblin who just shouted, known as the Violent Elder, she stepped forward, her face contorted with anger. Her fist clenched, ready to deliver a punishing blow to the unruly goblin who dared to interrupt their discussion.

But she was stopped by the Goblin General, a towering figure clad in gleaming silver armor, a silver sword glinting at his waist. With a calm, imposing demeanor, he grabbed the Violent Elder's hand, halting her attack.

The Little Ranger, a petite goblin with a silver bow slung across her back, yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. She'd seen this happen countless times before. "Been there, done that," she thought, rolling her eyes.

"Elder Violent," the Elder Flame, a fire archmage goblin, shook his head, his voice a low rumble. "You're in the presence of the Chieftain. Please behave yourself, and allow us to hear what this goblin has to say. He may have a reason for this sudden intrusion."

The goblin chief, who looked more like an elf than a goblin, remained silent, watching her people bicker. She was a vision of beauty: long purple hair, pointed ears, emerald eyes, grey-colored skin, and a figure that could rival a succubus. But her patience had reached its limit.

"Enough!" she finally commanded, her voice deep and resonant, silencing the room. "Let him speak." She said in a commanding voice, her gaze sweeping over the room, demanding their attention.

Everyone fell silent, even the unruly Elder Violent, who stood at the side, fuming. She glared daggers at the Goblin General, who had dared to stop her from punishing the trembling goblin. "He'll pay for this," she muttered under her breath, her fist clenched tight.

The trembling goblin, still on his knees, took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Chief, Big head and the others came back, but… but…"

"What but?!" the Elder Violent snarled, her voice like a rasping growl, her finger pointed accusingly at the trembling goblin.

The goblin raised his head, his eyes wide with fear. "But, but, Big head, brought some outsiders inside our tribe." He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally blurted out the words.

But the goblin chief and the others had different reactions. The chief stood up, her face full of anger . "Outsiders?" she hissed, her voice like a viper's.

The Goblin General, clutching his sword at his waist, the fire goblin archmage clutched his wooden staff tremblingly, anger and disappointment in their eyes. The fire archmage, Elder Flame, muttered, "This is not good." Someone has entered our hidden settlement.

The Violent Elder raged, her voice a torrent of fury. "Damn!" she shouted, "Damn! Damn! The stupid goblin!!! He has a big head, but he was very stupid. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She cursed angrily, punching the floor, sending tremors through the chamber.

As for the Little Ranger, she remained silent, her sleepiness gone. She instinctively grabbed her bow in her back, her eyes narrowed, ready for action.

The goblin who just breathed a sigh of relief, his body trembling by a sudden surge of aura around him, breathed heavily,he greeted his teeth, but he couldn't stand it anymore.His limbs went weak, and instead of kneeling, he slumped on the ground and fainted.

After all, the Goblin Chief, radiating a Third Tier aura, was a formidable presence. The Goblin General, the Elder Violent, and the Elder Flame, each emanating a 2nd Tier peak aura, stood as a formidable force beside her.

As for the Little Ranger, she felt anxious. She knew the horrors inflicted upon her people by humans and other races, the relentless slaughter that fueled their hatred. She knew this could be a very dangerous situation.

In Leon's group, "Master, what do you think of this goblin tribe?" Fei asked, her voice laced with curiosity. Leon, perched atop her back, chuckled. "This tribe isn't simple, Fei. Look at their relentless training. I thought this small lake was naturally formed, but it's actually the result of their water mages constantly practicing. You can see the signs everywhere: the worn soil, the piles of wood chips from their practice arena, the burned scattered rocks from fire magic, and the countless arrow marks in the woods. They're dedicated, diligent, and they make sacrifices."

Stella chimed in, her voice sharp and analytical. "I can see their bodies are perfectly trained. That goblin over there, he walked silently without a sound. He's probably a trained archer or assassin. And the water mage, he's already mastered his control. He can shape water into human forms! Unbelievable, but sadly they were limited by their qualifications."

Luna snorted, her disdain obvious. "Hmph... I could slap that green creature to death with my paw."

"That's right, that's right!" "Our lady was strong, our lady was cute!" A chorus of girly voices chimed in, the sound filling the air with a mix of admiration and pride.

Hearing this, Luna felt a blush creep up her cheeks, her fur-covered ears turning a bright red. She glared at them irritatedly, her eyes flashing. "You! You! You! What are you saying?!" She growled, pointing a paw at the boisterous group.

The Silver Moon Wolves, especially the girls, fell silent. The men among them, however, instinctively distanced themselves from the females, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire of Luna's irritation.

The goblins, hearing their words, growled angrily, their eyes fixed on Leon's group. "You outsiders are not welcome here! Go back where you came from!" one of them shouted. The others, fueled by a deep hatred for other races, joined in, clutching their weapons and looking ready for battle.

One of the goblins, his face contorted with anger, looked at the goblin commander. "Big head, what are you doing? Why did you bring outsiders here? Didn't you forget what they did to us? They slaughtered our kin! " His eyes were red and disappointed.

The goblin commander, his head bowed in shame, stammered, "I... I..." He didn't know what to say , speechless.

As the tension threatened to boil over, the 10 Silver Moon Wolves formed a protective circle around Leon and his group. Their eyes, sharp and vigilant, scanned for any sign of aggression. A single growl, a flash of teeth, and they would tear any attacker to pieces.

Just as the situation seemed to be reaching a breaking point, a commotion erupted from the front. "The Chief! The Elders are here!" shouted some of the goblins, their voices filled with excitement. A beautiful woman with a succubus-like body and gray skin approached them, followed by four individuals. She bowed gracefully, her voice a silken whisper that sliced through the tension, "My deepest apologies, noble gentlemen and beautiful lady. Please forgive the… lack of hospitality.

As you can see, we are struggling for survival, hunted from above, our lives a constant fight for existence. Please, forgive the hostility you may have encountered. My people have suffered greatly at the hands of humans and other races… they have lost family, kin, friends… their very homes." Her voice cracked slightly on the last word, a hint of raw emotion breaking through her carefully constructed composure.

Leon was surprised to find a human-like goblin, with a beautiful appearance and a sexy body. "This must be evolution," he thought, "that's the only explanation. An evolutionary leap, a lucky break, a testament to perseverance… goblins aren't just about pointy ears and bad teeth!" This creature was proof positive that even the humblest of races could achieve greatness – given enough time, luck, and a whole lot of grit.

He started to descend at the back of Fei, intending to speak, but before he could utter a word, Stella, with a dramatic flourish and a voice that echoed like wind chimes in a cathedral, stepped forward.

"We understand your plight," Stella announced, her voice ringing with a strange mix of compassion and cold, hard truth. "But let's be clear: the strong survive, the weak are devoured… I'm not here to tell you that you should be happy with your continued existence. In this vast brutal world, extinction is a daily occurrence. Count yourselves lucky to still be breathing."

"Let me be clear," Stella continued, her voice still echoing, but now laced with a hint of weary understanding. "This world is a brutal world. Every day, species vanish. It's a brutal truth, but it's the truth. And it's not just about strength; it's about perspective." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle.

"Not everyone rejoices in the downfall of others," she said, a flicker of something akin to empathy in her eyes. "Some have known suffering, just like you. Perhaps, instead of focusing on differences, you could try to connect with them. Find common ground. Understand each other's struggles."

Stella gestured expansively. "There are those who revel in the misfortunes of others, yes. But there are also those with open minds, who judge not by inherent strength, but by effort and persistence. They know that everyone has the capacity to grow, to evolve, to become stronger. If you feel weak now, it's not necessarily a reflection of your worth. Have you truly pushed yourself to your limits? Have you given it your all?"

Her gaze softened, a hint of compassion replacing the earlier harshness. "I've seen it myself—not just once, but countless times. Individuals, groups, entire races, starting from the very bottom, with the lowest of qualifications. Through sheer willpower, relentless effort, and sacrifice, they've risen to become the most powerful beings in the world. It's not about where you start, but about how far you're willing to go." She offered a small, almost imperceptible smile.

Stella's smile, ethereal and radiant, seemed to illuminate the entire scene. It wasn't just a smile; it was a beacon of hope, a promise whispered on the wind. Silence descended, heavy and profound, broken only by the soft, almost inaudible sound of tears. Tears streamed down the faces of the silver moon wolves, their usually stoic expressions softened by a wave of unexpected emotion. The goblins, even the fearsome chieftain and his elite guard, wept openly. Their hardened faces, etched with years of struggle and hardship, were now softened by a profound sense of understanding.

Even Leon, felt the impact of Stella's words, a lump forming in his throat. Luna, ever the sensitive one, openly sobbed, her shoulders shaking. Fei, usually so composed, stared at Stella, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and dawning admiration. The light in Fei's eyes mirrored the light that seemed to emanate from Stella herself.

Then, the dam broke. The silence shattered into a joyous cacophony of cheers, whoops, cries of relief, and the sounds of embraces. The hostility that had hung so heavily in the air just moments before vanished, replaced by a shared sense of awe and respect for the woman who had spoken such powerful words. They looked at Stella not as an enemy, but as a savior, a beacon in the darkness, a testament to the power of hope and understanding. The scene was a breathtaking testament to the transformative power of empathy and the unexpected bonds that could be forged in the face of shared vulnerability.

Story continues…