After spending a day in town, Qin Yu and his group set off once more for the Holy Capital.

In just that single day, the trio had become familiar faces around town—a peculiar master-servant group.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Luna seethed the most. How could she, a former goddess, be forced to serve a seventh-rank Bloodkin and a first-rank human?

Qin Yu and Silver Crimson Snow were practically psychologically manipulating her.

"Xiao Xue, don’t eat up all the provisions I bought."

To avoid early shortages in his territory, Qin Yu had stocked up heavily. But Silver Crimson Snow had already started feasting—she’d eaten little since Qin Yu awakened her, and now deserved a proper meal.

"What does it matter? If they’re gone, we’ll just buy more..."

Utterly unapologetic, Silver Crimson Snow kept eating. Qin Yu had long given up lecturing her. *Let her eat her fill,* he thought. *Money’s no issue now.*

The caravan rolled on. Ahead, a girl dressed as a nun heard approaching hooves and halted. She’d overestimated her stamina—after walking all night, exhaustion nearly buckled her knees.

Even in-game, stamina wasn’t infinite. The realism was undeniable: fast travel required physically activating nearby teleport points. First-time map exploration? Mandatory.

*Should I ask for help?* she wondered. But she hated troubling others—especially broke and barely grasping the game’s mechanics.

Hoofbeats and wagon wheels drew closer. Guards spotted the lone nun but, pressed for time, simply passed her by.

"...Still... no good..." she whispered, steeling herself to continue alone.

The caravan halted for rest.

"Master, did you notice earlier? Someone just like you—an otherworlder," Silver Crimson Snow said to Qin Yu.

"A player?" Qin Yu hadn’t expected one out here. The main world was vast. With barely over a million players globally—expensive gear, scattered locations—encounters were rare. Cities might have a few; small towns? Nearly extinct. Guilds stuck together. Solo players? Left keeping company with the locals.

"If we see them again, Xiao Xue, remind me." Qin Yu couldn’t sense players himself. Only seventh-rank+ beings could detect such details. A player standing before him? Undetectable without disclosure.

This flaw drew criticism early on, but players adapted. Interacting with native NPCs had its charm.

After resting, they prepared to depart.

"Something’s up..." Silver Crimson Snow murmured, sensing numerous creatures closing in.

Suddenly, volleys of arrows rained from the mountains—aimed squarely at the caravan.

"Ambush!!!"

Guards snapped to action. The merchant scrambled into his fortified carriage, trembling.

"You two—scout ahead!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Rest of you—with me! Protect the caravan!"

"Understood!"

A second volley struck—flaming arrows igniting wagons. Panicked horses broke reins, stampeding wildly.

"Put out the fires!" the captain barked. Scouts returned breathless.

"Captain! It’s the greenskins!"

"Over a thousand. Organized. Likely a leader."

"Damn it!"

Greenskins—slang for green-skinned goblins and orcs, Fate Paradise’s most common monsters. Weak individually, terrifyingly fertile. Cursed to be all-male, they relied on other races’ females; each litter yielded at least five.

"An organized greenskin army *is* troublesome..."

In Qin Yu’s past life, greenskin tribes haunted most players. The reason? Let’s just say… *hentai* plots. Those who know, know.

Aside from NTR enthusiasts, the "pure love" faction wished greenskins extinct.

Yet they persisted—like a deeply rooted green virus, impossible to eradicate.

"Shall I intervene?" Silver Crimson Snow asked, watching guards struggle.

"Not yet. Strike now, and we won’t wipe them out. When we move, we annihilate."

Classic bullies: swarm the weak, flee the strong. Using terrain, they drained the guards’ arrows. Once depleted? Charge time. *Then* strike.

"Why are these ugly creatures so cunning?" Luna frowned. Her era’s greenskins never formed disciplined armies.

"Times change," Qin Yu said softly. "Even the ugliest beings can birth a genius..."

Once mindless, they now followed an extraordinary Goblin Emperor—and a human woman who sought to defy fate for them.

This became an early S-rank world quest: *Greenwood Crisis*. (Note: "Greenskin tribes" was player/local slang; "Greenwood Tribes" was the official name.)

Under their leadership, the Greenwood Tribes grew powerful—razing villages, threatening human dominance. Humanity rallied. Players and the Church formed a coalition. Guerrilla tactics held early ground, but raw power crushed them. The Greenwood nation fell. The Goblin Emperor and the woman died in the final battle.

...Or so it seemed. Qin Yu later learned the Emperor survived, fleeing with her body, waiting to rise again.

No matter how many times defeated, he never abandoned his people. Later, when players grew strong, few spared the greenskins a glance.

As for the woman’s identity—it tied directly to Qin Yu’s upcoming transaction with the Church in the Holy Capital...