"..."
The goblins spoke one after another, their faces carrying a hint of steely resolve where there had once been only sorrow.
It's not that they hadn't thought about rising up, it's just that the world is far too unfair to them—it's hard enough to survive, so who has time to think about anything else?
But it's different now.
They've come to Hope Village, and everything they've personally experienced tells them that they've temporarily escaped their fate—fate can now be held in their own hands.
After experiencing this feeling, if they went back to the empty past, how could they possibly accept it?
If they can't accept it, then there's only one thing they can do: use the platform of Hope Village, work hard to gather more clan members, and change their fate for good.
Seeing these goblins speak, both Mills and Smell couldn't help but feel a surge of heroic passion in their hearts.
"Alright, let's work hard together!" Mills said, his voice ringing out loud and clear.
