Goblin King: My Innate Skill Is OP

”You’d be the clan’s Defense Engineer.”

Bundi blinked in surprise, his eyes widening slightly.

”Engineer?” he repeated, sounding genuinely caught off guard by the word.

Clearly, he had no idea what the word meant.

I continued before he could ask.

”You’d be responsible for developing the clan’s defensive systems. Traps, kill zones, layered defenses, siege weapons, reinforcement points... anything that makes invading this clan difficult.”

Bundi’s eyes gradually widened the more I spoke.

”You’d also oversee the development of support equipment and combat utilities for the fighters.”

Honestly, most of those ideas didn’t even properly exist yet within the clan, but Bundi was one of the few goblins I could genuinely see turning concepts like that into reality if given enough time and resources.

He had the mindset for it.

While most goblins focused only on direct combat, Bundi naturally thought about structures, tools, functions, and improvements. Ever since getting access to the garnets, he’d practically become obsessed with finding ways to integrate them into the clan’s defenses.

Which was exactly the kind of mentality I needed.

”Yes, Chief,” Bundi responded immediately, his voice carrying obvious excitement now.

I had a feeling he was already thinking ahead.

I turned toward Flogga next.

”Granny, you’d oversee the medical and alchemical division.”

Flogga snorted loudly.

”Tell me something I don’t know,” she replied dismissively, waving a hand as if the role had already belonged to her long before I officially said it out loud.

Honestly...

She wasn’t wrong.

At this point, half the clan already treated her like the head healer anyway.

Between potions, herbs, treatments, healing knowledge, poisons, and whatever strange goblin medicine she kept hidden away, there really wasn’t anyone else remotely qualified enough to challenge her authority in that area.

Finally, I looked toward Gobbo.

”Gobbo, you’d be the Training Captain.”

Gobbo immediately straightened.

”Your responsibility would be making sure the clan’s fighters become absolute menaces on the battlefield. Sparring, physical conditioning, combat drills, weapon familiarization, squad coordination... all of that falls under you.”

A grin slowly spread across Gobbo’s face after hearing that.

”Is that really a good idea?” Flogga said dryly from the side. ”He could kill someone.”

”What do you mean?” Gobbo said immediately, sounding genuinely offended. ”I am not Dribb.”

A few goblins around the room snorted quietly at that comparison.

Narg, however, simply shook his head.

”You’re worse than him when you get angry,” he said bluntly. ”And there’s no way you won’t get angry while training goblins.”

Gobbo opened his mouth to argue back...then stopped. Because, unfortunately for him, nobody in the room looked like they disagreed.

Gobbo crossed his arms afterward with a dissatisfied grunt, though he didn’t actually deny it, which honestly told me enough already.

I found myself unexpectedly curious about what an angry Gobbo even looked like.

Most of the time, he came across as straightforward and dependable, but apparently, there was another side to him entirely. Then again, I’d already heard enough strange rumors floating around the clan lately, especially regarding his... lustful tendencies.

Honestly, I wasn’t even sure I wanted details.

I decided not to pursue that train of thought any further and shifted my attention elsewhere.

”As for Narg...”

The room quieted slightly again.

”Other than serving as the clan’s shaman, you’d also act as the clan’s Enforcer.”

Narg’s gaze settled on me calmly.

”You’d oversee discipline inside the clan. When orders are ignored, rules are broken, or conflicts threaten internal stability, you’d handle it.”

I leaned back slightly before continuing.

”You’d also be responsible for internal security. Identifying potential threats within the clan, investigating suspicious activity, preventing internal crises, and ensuring overall order is maintained.”

In truth, there was nobody better suited for the role.

Narg naturally noticed things most others overlooked, and unlike me, he rarely allowed emotions or personal attachment to cloud his judgment when it came to security matters. He was cautious by nature, observant, and already treated every potential threat seriously even without being told to.

If something dangerous ever started brewing inside the clan, there was a high chance Narg would notice it before anyone else did. This made him the perfect goblin to keep the clan from rotting internally as it continued to grow.

”Yes, Chief,” Narg responded calmly.

As usual, his expression barely changed.

Whether he actually liked the role or not, I genuinely couldn’t tell. Then again, that was just how Narg was most of the time. He rarely showed excitement openly, and even when he approved of something, his reactions usually stayed restrained unless the situation truly mattered to him.

Once the roles had been assigned, the discussion naturally shifted toward the King’s Games and everything surrounding it. Unlike clan organization or expansion, the King’s Games represented something much larger than all of us. Every Chosen clan participating would be competing for survival, influence, rewards, and possibly something far greater, depending on how deep the games actually went.

That was when Caius spoke again.

”I know a little about the first challenge,” he said, drawing everyone’s attention immediately.

The room quieted almost at once.

Caius rested his arms lightly against the table before continuing.

”The first stage revolves around point collection. Large hordes of beast-type monsters would be sent against participating clans. The more beasts your clan kills, the more points you earn.”

That alone already sounded troublesome.

But Caius wasn’t finished.

”The stronger the beast, the more points it’s worth. Elite monsters, commanders, evolved variants... all of them provide significantly higher scores compared to ordinary creatures.”

His expression grew slightly more serious.

”And the king of the horde...” he paused briefly, ”is worth more than all of its army combined. Killing the king grants roughly double the total points you’d receive from slaughtering the rest of the horde.”

Gasps echoed throughout the room after hearing that.

”The king must be strong then,” Gobbo said, his earlier relaxed attitude gone now.

Caius nodded immediately.

”Very strong,” he replied. ”And not just powerful. Intelligent too.”

His expression darkened slightly as he continued.

”It doesn’t stay in one place for long, rarely exposes itself directly, and constantly moves alongside the horde while remaining hidden from most scouts. Finding it alone is already difficult.”

He paused briefly.

”The estimated chance of successfully locating the king is around twenty percent.”

A few goblins frowned at that.

”And the chances of actually defeating it after finding it are even worse.” Caius continued, ”Probably around...