Day 1

There were many goblins. Newborn infants but goblins nonetheless.

This generation its quite numerous. Oh, those women proved to be quite fertile this time around.

An old goblin stands to the side of the room, running his hand through his long beard, smile plastered on his wrinkled face. It was a joyous occasion indeed, what with the low number of adventuring goblins around, hopefully this new generation would have birthed some potential warriors.

Walking forward with cane in hand, he proceeded to approach and feed the goblins. He would say it was an honorable task, considering the age old wisdom a long life had given him. It was really more of an obligation than anything else. Now that he was past his prime and in no position to loot and pillage to his hearts content, raising the younglings was his responsibility now.

Not that he minded. It just gave him more opportunities with all the kidnapped women.

A lecherous grin crossed his face. It had been some time since he paid them a visit. He would be more than happy to entertain himself later on. But for now came the all to important feeding he was doing.

Now if only disaster had not struck it would have been a beautiful day.

When the old goblin reached a certain young goblin, one who opened its eyes surprisingly, all of the sudden the entire room was engulfed in a bright light. Unprepared for this the old goblin was temporarily blinded, backpedaling from the immediate strain his retinas were put under. This had the ill favored effect of him stumbling over a few baby goblins and ending with him ramming his head on one of the cave walls.

So now he was physically injured, unable to see, while a plethora of infants were now walling in a tight space.

Absolutely perfect. Just what the hell happened?

While his senses were being assaulted from multiple sides he knew he needed to get up. Even if he'd rather wallow on the floor in his agony. As much pain as he was in, it was a moot point. He was currently the only goblin present as the others were out hunting. Add to the fact that the new goblins still needed to be fed only urged him on. He would need his sight back first. Luckily, the baby's had mostly tired themselves out at this point, so there weren't that many crying anymore.

A few minutes later, his vision returned. Now able to stand without fear of stomping on another infant, he continued his earlier duty without hassle. After retrieving his cane of course. Albeit a tad slower, he was relatively fine at that point. Handing out food wasn't really difficult anyway. All the while the goblin was keeping an eye out for what ever had caused that flash of light. He didn't want the same thing happening twice.

When nothing occurred for quite a while, the goblin allowed himself to relax a bit. He had reached the same infant as before, the one had opened its eyes earlier. Come to think of it...

I hope he wasn't affected by that strange light. Would be a shame if he became a liability so soon after being born.

Taking one of the caterpillars off the ground, the goblin gently placed it into the smaller goblins mouth. Thankfully, he began to subconsciously chew it without the older goblins help. It brought a smile to the old goblins mouth.

Well aren't you a hungry one. Nice to see someone actually appreciate these insects. Can't say I'm all to found of them myself. Hopefully you prove to be quite the formidable goblin in the future.

Hmm... Now that he thought about it, he had yet to name any of the new generation. A small snort caught his attention. The old goblin looked back down on the sleeping infant. It was chewing on one half of the caterpillar, spit spilling out of his partially opened mouth. Cute.

Might as well start with this one.

"Lets see..." It had become a personal habit of his to name new generations out loud. Usually because the goblins always managed to retain that information, even if they were this early in their lives. How this worked was anyone's guess.

"This one will be... Goblin Rou." The elder goblin softly pats Rou on the head. "Grow up healthy and strong."

With the first goblin named, the old goblin went on his way to name the other newborns. You would think naming only thirty goblins wouldn't be to difficult a task. But then again he didn't want to make the same the mistake of naming someone an unwanted name. It was so embarrassing whenever a young goblin asked to to be able to change their name literally days later.

Broke his heart every time.

While the elder goblin was going about doing his job, he failed to notice something quite peculiar. Not as if he was capable of seeing it in the first place if he tried. Above the goblin he had just recently named, Goblin Rou, were flouting blue words. These words said, written in what would be considered an alien language, something rather odd.

The Gamer
Goblin Rou (Lv0)

Yeah. Its a Re:Monster X The Gamer crossover.

God damn it.

I tolled myself I wouldn't do this, but here I am, making another Fanfic while I've hardly gotten through the first one. But I guess it doesn't matter. Whats done is done.

For warning, this one will have less content than my other fic, usually going on a day by day basis (in the story) unless I believe the chapter is too short.

Its so I create the illusion that I am actually contributing to the world at a respectable pace.

But hey, its something right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ps. This world will most likely be kind of AU. How much depends on my personal taste and what direction the story is taking. Other than that, I believe the story will remain relatively faithful to the original content.

Only Goblin Rou will be OP as fuck more than likely. *Cackles in the background in joy*