Chapter 383: Chapter 256: Kobold Bloodline_2
After eating and drinking his fill, he burped contentedly. Seeing that the progress of his kobold bloodline had reached one hundred percent, a surge of warmth filled his heart.
No longer suppressing it, Small Knife stepped out of the earthen house and roared skyward, his figure visibly growing larger.
A hot flow surged from within, filling his limbs with seemingly infinite power.
His evaluation level rose directly by eighteen levels.
The alarmed Dogman Priest quickly arrived.
After checking Small Knife’s age, seeing someone so young able to awaken their bloodline, he cheerfully pre-assigned Small Knife an earthen house.
Small Knife chose to be right next to No. 1.
Under normal circumstances, even after awakening their bloodline, one has to reach the Second Realm to have their own earthen house, but Small Knife and the others were so young, which was an advantage, with limitless potential.
However, if upon reaching adulthood they haven’t reached the Second Realm, they would lose the right to stay in an earthen house.
Soon, the green outside disappeared entirely, with kobolds lying everywhere, all full and satisfied, humming with excitement.
Then the kobolds began to brag, reminiscing about how they used to bully the goblin race, the current world dominators.
Some also boasted about the abundance of plants outside, with an endless supply of food, eating leaves and bark as they wished.
Even indulging in the luxury of only eating fresh ones, tossing one away after taking a bite.
What a blissful life.
Unfortunately, it was all occupied by the goblin race, but sooner or later, they would reclaim it under the leadership of the Giant Dragon.
Meanwhile, under Small Knife’s manipulation, No. 1’s house got piled with large piles of weed food and crammed full of brothers.
What annoyed No. 1 the most was his food being consumed at will by these guys.
Yet he could only feel helpless.
With abundant food, over three consecutive heavens, three other kobold brothers had their bloodlines initially awakened.
The most displeased was No. 1 because his food was eaten up by everyone, and now he’d have to face hunger again.
During these three heavens, the kobolds indulged as if afraid of being deprived: eating and drinking to their fill, then lying around to digest, without any activity.
Small Knife didn’t bother with them; instead, he took to wandering around.
The entire Half-tooth Dogman Tribe’s territory was quite extensive, he couldn’t circle it entirely but gathered quite a bit of information.
The kobolds were quite laid-back, most incredibly lazy, yet some were clever, tinkering with new stuff now and then.
It was small-scale tinkering and didn’t cause trouble.
They even discovered shops, as well as wells and aqueducts.
They also saw the dwelling of Goblin Priests, who were clearly more intelligent and wise.
Yards, fences, lush green plants, and even a few fruit trees.
All of these were private property.
The primordial qi concentration in this weather was extremely high, with ordinary plants growing rapidly.
Seeing these, Small Knife became intrigued.
He observed for a long time, especially the shop run by an elderly Dogman Priest, using bone coins as currency.
Upon returning, seeing his kobold brothers lying idly, rage welled up, and he began beating them with fists and kicks.
Lazy, I’ll show you lazy.
Letting you eat and lie around, eat and sleep, had zero ambition.
So under Small Knife’s violence, the kobold brothers started bustling about busily.
No. 1 took the bone coins given by Small Knife and bought wooden barrels.
These needed watching, or they’d be eaten.
Yes, the kobold digestion ability was formidable; even wood was considered food.
With wooden barrels, they were made to fetch water, commanded to mix mud.
Building a wall around everyone’s earthen houses.
This action even attracted the Dogman Priest.
It startled Small Knife, but the priest didn’t stop them; in fact, he encouraged No. 1, seeing it as wisdom, ancestral blessing, and potential to become a Goblin Priest.
Dogman Priests symbolized wisdom, but it wasn’t learned; it was an awakening of the bloodline.
Small Knife’s bloodline initially awakened, not only lifting his level by more than a dozen but breaking the hundred-level bottleneck, granting him some vague memories of combat scenes.
With effort, there was hope to become a Dogman Warrior in the First Realm.
Though adult kobolds usually could initially activate their bloodline and attain the First Realm, less than half became Goblin Warriors.
Professionals who awakened combat experience from their bloodline.
The other kobold brothers were somewhat lacking, so Small Knife added some spirit fruit leaves to their weed food.
These contained spiritual qi, and sure enough, eating them led to successive bloodline awakenings.
As a result, Small Knife acquired thirteen earthen houses.
With No. 1 making flashy appearances, he obtained the Dogman Priest’s permission to group them together.
With punches, kicks, and food limitations.
A dozen or so kobold brothers began industriously, fetching water, mixing mud, building walls.
Indeed, the land blessed by Dragon Language Magic.
Sprinkling water within the yard.
Plants began to grow on the ground.
Such a wonder; managing to starve the kobolds outside wasn’t easy.
Having food.
The kobold brothers cheered.
That night, as darkness fell, some kobold pups climbed the dirt walls, sneaking in to seize food.
At Small Knife’s command, the kobold brothers pounced, howling as they unleashed the combat skills learned from their bloodlines.
Perhaps being accustomed to Small Knife’s abuse, having an opportunity to vent, they almost beat the intruding kobold pups to death, despite some having higher levels.
These pups were under tribe protection, so those crawling in to steal food were all pups, not adult kobolds.
But since they dared to steal, they deserved to be beaten to death.
Small Knife stepped in as the good guy.
However, having come in, they shouldn’t think of leaving.
Thus Small Knife began persuasion education, using fists to persuade.
Some related information was transmitted back via personal space, including some videos,
leading a professional team in reality to start analyzing the kobold’s lifestyle, habits, and other aspects.
The analysis required sufficient data, but initial judgment deemed it a commendable effort.
Relying on bloodlines could quickly grant some strength yet was bound by the bloodline’s upper limit, preventing rampant issues.
Adding their ability to reproduce and omnivorous nature made them economically efficient as slaves.
In fact, Small Knife stealthily threw a few kobold pups into the mix.
These kobold pups were really stupid.
Even though they couldn’t succeed within the yard, almost every night, fearless ones would climb the wall to attempt stealing food.
Those few experimental subjects naturally received focused attention.
Soon, these subjects thrived rapidly in their happiness.
They felt they’d arrived at paradise, although there were more humans and restrictions, yet the food was plentiful.
They didn’t realize they were being raised like breeding pigs.
Unfortunately, such transformation, with limited system effectiveness, left Small Knife uncertain of their complete loyalty.
Secretly, he provided extra meals for his kobold brothers and himself.
Small Knife endeavored to keep himself below these brothers, standing out too much could invite trouble.
Should problems arise, he could push them forward as shields, while he hid behind, learning from the lessons.
Even so, with plentiful food, enriched with ingredients, the kobold brothers’ levels soared, and inadvertently, their bloodlines reawakened.
No. 1 ate so well that, accidentally, his bloodline awakened a second time, gaining substantial combat experience, becoming a Dogman Warrior.
At this moment, he hadn’t reached the First Realm but had already become a Dogman Warrior; the experience gained from the bloodline allowed him to fight with poise, comparable to a martial artist who’d practiced diligently for ten years.
It’s just that due to insufficient levels, his power and speed were somewhat lacking.
But for kobolds, as long as they’re not dead, adulthood naturally follows suit.
"Bloodline, indeed fascinating." Small Knife mused with some emotion.
This thing was quite convenient.
Underage Dogman Warrior, the Dogman Priest came again, rewarding No. 1 with the qualification to dig an underground lair.
In addition, promising that if he reached the Third Realm, or activated special bloodlines or professions, the great Half-tooth Tribe Leader, follower of the Giant Dragon, the great Half-Dragon would personally welcome him.
Is this considered a reward?
Small Knife wasn’t too interested, but it stirred up cheers and admiration among the other kobolds.