Chapter 21: Could She Be Pregnant?
Altair then recalled that the only goblin with a genetic talent he had seen so far was the old Violet Goblin he had first encountered. The genetic talent of that old Violet Goblin was magic.
At this moment, Altair felt deeply grateful to the old Violet Goblin, and also pleased with the choice he had made back then. Scarcity makes something precious. During the first breeding, he had not thought too much about it. He simply believed that only the old Violet Goblin possessed a single genetic talent. Could this be something special?
So, at that time, his genes had copied and imitated the old Violet Goblin's single genetic talent. Just as that elder sacrificed himself, he left behind this one hopeful genetic gift.
Fortunately, Lyra's genetic talent was not a base attribute talent, but rather a special skill talent, which should not dilute increases to the basic attributes.
The second question was: what is the difference between high-level individuals and low-level ones? Was there any special method to increase the birthrate of high-level individuals?
The answer Altair received from Anrus was: No.
Goblins generally could only give birth to individuals one tier lower than themselves. Anrus and his child were exceptions only because he had awakened his ancestral memories, something usually only possessed by goblins at the level of a Crimson Goblin.
In other words, he was a special Violet Goblin—half a level higher than ordinary Violet Goblins—thus he could sire Violet Goblins.
As the Goblin Emperor, Altair could cause his partners to give birth to goblins of any tier, but the probability was still random and came from something deep within the genes, something they could not change.
The genes of the unborn might shift, but those already born would never change—and Altair was no exception.
His genetic exploration ended here. Altair now understood clearly, and he also knew how they must grow stronger in the future.
It was not enough to rely solely on reproduction to increase the chances of birthing high-tier goblins; they also needed to deliberately create specialized high-tier goblins with extremely high single attributes.
Most Violet Goblins were magic-based. In each generation, the Violet Goblin with the highest base magic and only a single attribute talent would be chosen. After imitating and replicating them, stronger individuals would be cultivated, and the cycle would continue endlessly.
Through this process, the magical strength of other types of goblins would also gradually rise. Perhaps in the future, Green Goblins might become Violet Goblin Shamans, and White Goblins might not rely only on brute force.
One day, they might even find human women possessing a single genetic talent—such as intelligence—to enhance the IQ of future offspring, especially the dim-witted White Goblins.
Altair walked outside Lady Cassvia's cell, and his gaze grew heated as he looked at her.
As the Goblin Emperor and the first generation of atavism, Altair's blood was free from contamination by any attribute. Without needing to copy or imitate any genetic talent, he could perfectly preserve the single-attribute genetic talents of humans within the goblin race.
Lady Cassvia's genetic talent was a single one — attack power!
Without a doubt, she was a treasure, a warm and beautiful homeland. The attack power of the children she birthed would only grow stronger and stronger.
Imagine White Goblins with overwhelming attack power? That would certainly shock the humans.
It was magnificent.
"You… what are you going to do?" Lady Cassvia hid under the blanket. She had just changed clothes, loose and unflattering, which made her feel embarrassed.
No, the more important thing was that the clothes were plain. Wearing them, she felt ugly and unworthy of being seen by others.
When a girl has thoughts like this, doesn't it usually mean she doesn't want the man she likes to see her at her worst?
The blond-haired, sharp-eared man outside the cell slowly entered and gently tugged at the edge of the blanket.
"You… just go… I… I won't surrender…"
The woman's delicate voice slipped out softly, but she showed no real intention to resist or rebel. Perhaps a new life had already begun to take shape.
No one knew how much time had passed, but discarded clothes lay scattered on the ground.
The beautiful knight lay exhausted on the bed, staring fixedly at the handsome profile beside her, her breathing shallow, her teeth clenched.
The unwillingness, resentment, and despair had long faded, leaving only a powerful emotion in her heart. Perhaps she truly had fallen in love with this man.
Lady Cassvia's Current Hope Value: 48
Night.
Lady Cassvia lay on the bed, her small hand resting on her belly, not knowing whether she was frightened—or faintly hopeful.
Could she already be pregnant…?
The next day, Lady Cassvia's appetite increased—a sign of pregnancy.
Seven days remain until Lady Cassvia's birthday (condition: sufficient food).
On the same day, the goblins of the Goblin Cave also began to prepare in haste.
That night, the first child of the Emperor and Lady Lyra would be born beneath the gazes of all.
It was Altair's first time becoming a father. He stayed in Lyra's room the whole time, feeling slightly nervous.
As a goblin, he would never despise his people or his children, but Lyra was different. Even though she was grown, she was still an innocent girl. She might not accept the children.
Altair thought of the tolerance and kindness shown by the other human women here toward their offspring, and he felt a twinge of envy.
"Altair, I think there's something moving inside my belly."
Lyra lay on the bed with her swollen stomach. As a new mother, she was nervous and a little lost.
"Don't be nervous. The baby in your belly is ours."
That day, the Goblin Emperor Altair stayed in Lyra's chamber all day like a headless fly.
"Altair, I'm hungry."
"Oh, alright. Rest well, I'll prepare food for you."
"Mhm."
Because Lyra feared goblins, in the afternoon Altair went to some of the human women who had been living there and asked them to help with the childbirth.
With a human woman by her side, Lyra felt much more at ease.
That night, the labor began.
Altair stood outside the room, waiting anxiously and praying to his ancestors.
Goblin births were generally simple, their small size making it less taxing on the mother.
The greatest worry was Lyra's psychological acceptance of this as a mother.
Altair's human nature from his previous life ultimately kept him from being cold and cruel like an ordinary goblin emperor.
The anxious waiting was torment, but it did not last long. The survival process was very quiet, marked only by the faint cries of a girl in pain and the soothing voices of several women.
When the room finally opened, it was announced that all was well—the mother and child were safe.