Goblin King: My Innate Skill Is OP

Chapter 382: Completion

Each sigil contained five circles drawn using different colored chroma inks, with intricate markings and symbols surrounding them in layered patterns that honestly hurt my eyes if I stared too long. One of the circles on each talisman was noticeably larger than the others, and the color of that larger circle differed depending on the assigned group.

The sigil Narg handed me had orange as its dominant color.

Meaning if he or anyone traveling with him tore their assigned sigil during an emergency, the orange circle connected to their group on the talisman in my possession would react immediately.

According to Narg, the chroma markings would ignite into smoke, matching the assigned color, allowing me to identify which group was in danger almost instantly without needing direct communication.

The other hunting groups would carry different dominant colors for easier identification.

Honestly, it was a surprisingly efficient system. Simple too.

Which made it even better.

In a world without instant communication, even something like this could become incredibly valuable during emergencies, especially once multiple groups started operating farther away from the settlement regularly.

"Do not aid them too much," I continued. "Make sure they gain actual battle experience as well."

"Yes, Chief."

Honestly, saying all of that to Narg was probably unnecessary.

If anything, he was already the exact type of goblin who believed hardship was the best teacher. There was almost no chance he would make things easy for anyone under him unless absolutely necessary.

Which, admittedly, was part of why I trusted him with this task in the first place.

I looked toward the group once more before speaking again, my tone more serious this time.

"None of you are allowed to return through the graveyard."

The atmosphere shifted slightly after that statement.

Everyone there understood exactly what I meant. No dying. Not even once.

Narg’s expression tightened subtly, as if he already knew that guaranteeing something like that wouldn’t be easy, especially while power leveling weaker goblins against dangerous monsters.

Still, after a moment, he nodded.

"Understood."

I exhaled lightly.

"Alright then. Head out."

The group immediately began moving toward the exit of the settlement.

As they passed through the gate, Dribb, Kharos, and Gobbo shouted after them from their positions nearby, cheering loudly enough to make several of the regular goblins join in as well.

Honestly, it sounded less like a disciplined military sendoff and more like a group of maniacs sending their friends toward violence for entertainment. Very goblin-like.

I shook my head slightly before turning my attention back toward Doro.

The poor goblin was still working.

Hour after hour, he continued moving along the perimeter of the settlement, raising section after section of reinforced walls while draining potion after potion just to keep himself functioning.

By the later hours, his movements had visibly slowed. Sweat soaked through his clothes. His breathing had become ragged.

And every time he activated his ability now, the strain showed clearly across his face.

Still, he continued.

Then finally, after roughly five more exhausting hours, Doro reached the final incomplete section.

With one last surge of mana, the remaining earth rose upward and connected seamlessly with the rest of the surrounding walls, fully sealing the settlement behind a massive reinforced perimeter.

The moment the last section locked into place, Doro stumbled backward before collapsing onto the ground heavily.

He lay there breathing hard, looking like his soul had nearly left his body.

Bundi and the others who had been following Doro throughout the construction immediately rushed toward him the moment he collapsed.

One of them quickly poured cold water over his head and shoulders while another helped loosen parts of his armor and gear to cool his body down faster. Steam practically rose off him from the heat his body had built up from continuously channeling mana for hours straight.

I walked over toward him, and Doro tried forcing himself back onto his feet after noticing my approach. But the moment he pushed upward, however, his legs immediately gave out.

"Don’t bother," I said. And crouched slightly beside him before patting his shoulder.

"Good work."

Doro looked exhausted enough to pass out on the spot, but even then, hearing those words seemed to ease him slightly.

"Thank you, Chief," he replied between heavy breaths.

What he accomplished today wasn’t something minor.

Without these walls, the clan would’ve remained vulnerable. If Raghul or another major threat appeared while most of our stronger fighters were away leveling, the settlement could’ve easily fallen into chaos.

But now, things were different. The clan finally had real defenses. And Doro deserved recognition for that.

So after thinking for a brief moment, I decided to reward him properly.

I selected two abilities from my system. [Danger Sense] and [Blood Resilience]. Then I transferred them to him through [Skill Share].

The transfer happened almost instantly.

Doro’s exhausted eyes widened in disbelief as the notifications appeared within his own system interface. For a moment, he simply stared blankly into space as he processed what had just happened.

Then, despite looking like his body was on the verge of shutting down entirely, he forced himself back onto his feet again, staggering slightly as he did.

"Thank you very much, Chief," he said immediately, his voice carrying far more emotion this time.

I nodded slightly.

"You deserve it."

Nearby, Caius and the rest were clearly watching the interaction carefully, trying to understand what exactly had just happened. They had seen Doro’s reaction to something, but none of them fully understood the details.

Unless Doro explained it himself, they wouldn’t know exactly what I had given him. And once they eventually found out, it would probably motivate the others to work even harder moving forward. Because they would realize effort and usefulness inside the clan were genuinely rewarded.

I eventually turned away from them and walked toward the newly completed walls.

Up close, the scale of the structure felt even more impressive.

I placed a hand against the surface.

The wall felt solid and dense beneath my palm, the texture rough but consistent throughout the entire structure. There were no visible weak points, uneven sections, or rushed connections anywhere along the parts I inspected.

Which meant Doro hadn’t simply forced up piles of earth randomly.

He had carefully shaped and reinforced every section properly despite the insane amount of mana and concentration required. The structure alone was enough to justify the reward he received.

Doro had also intentionally left small recessed sections throughout the walls where the garnets could be inserted later. Apparently, Caius had guided him regarding the positioning to ensure the mana flow between the linked sections would remain stable once the barrier was activated.

I walked toward one of the recessed slots and pulled out a garnet.

The crystal glowed faintly in my hand. Then I pressed it into place.

The reaction was immediate.

A deep...