Goblin King: My Innate Skill Is OP

I opened the panel with trembling hands, my heart pounding in my ears, and the list of options unfolded before me.

[System Notification]

Evolution available.

Choose your path carefully.

1. [Dimensional Breaker] – Reality-Rending Warrior

You are the fault line in existence. Tear open rifts and collapse worlds with every strike.

Rift Slash (Active): Carve invisible cuts that ignore armor and barriers.

Collapse (Active): Create a localized fault in space, dragging enemies inward.

Fractured Existence (Passive): Incoming ranged attacks have a 50% chance to be displaced harmlessly.

2. [Drugar's Avatar] – Chosen Vessel

The will of Drugar lives through you. A king not by birth, but by divine inheritance.

Ancestor's Might (Active): Temporarily channel Drugar's essence for immense stat boosts.

Royal Dominion (Passive): Allies gain strength; weaker enemies cower before your aura.

Voice of the Ancestor (Unique): Once per day, invoke Drugar for ancestral guidance or overwhelming power.

3. [Beastbound Sovereign] – Master of Beasts

The wild bends to your command. Forge bonds with monsters and command them as your pack.

Primal Bond (Active): Bind a beast as an ally on agreed terms. Power scales with loyalty and level.

Beast Tongue (Passive): Instinctively understand and communicate with creatures.

Packlord's Call (Unique): Summon all bound beasts at once for a limited duration.

4. [Void Strider] – Predator in the Gaps

Slip between realities, unseen and unstoppable. Strike from nowhere and vanish before the counter.

Void Rend (Active): Infuse weapons with void energy, dealing armor-ignoring damage.

Phase Silence (Passive): Teleport strikes silence enemy skills briefly.

Unbound Step (Passive): Ignore terrain, traps, and environmental effects while moving.

5. [Goblin Tyrant] – Monarch of Clans

Chosen to unify, destined to rule. Your clan is your crown, your army your blade.

King's Aura (Passive): Clan members fight stronger in your presence. Gaining a 30% boost in strength and morale.

Royal Decree (Active): Instantly enforce a battle command with absolute obedience.

Throne of Blood (Unique): Power scales when clan members sacrifice their lives in the name of their leader.

[Select your evolution]

[Your choice will define your legacy]

[Note: Class upgrade at every threshold]

[Next Threshold: Level 50]

The words burned across my vision.

I sat slowly, forcing myself to breathe, and began to analyze each choice one by one. There was no need to rush this. If my legacy really depended on it, then I couldn't afford to pick blindly.

The first path: Dimensional Breaker.

Even the name sounded like it had been pulled straight from some dramatic epic. A little over the top, sure—but the description made my pulse quicken all the same.

[Dimensional Breaker] – Reality-Rending Warrior

You are the fault line in existence. Tear open rifts and collapse worlds with every strike.

Rift Slash (Active): Carve invisible cuts that ignore armor and barriers.

Collapse (Active): Create a localized fault in space, dragging enemies inward.

Fractured Existence (Passive): Incoming ranged attacks have a 50% chance to be displaced harmlessly.

The first skill it offered was Rift Slash. A single cut, invisible to the eye, ignoring armor and barriers as though they didn't exist.

That was… absurd.

I'd spent my entire life as a goblin weaving in and out of danger, circling prey, waiting for the exact moment to strike. Always aiming for the one weak point, always relying on precision to make up for what I lacked in brute strength.

But this? This skill didn't bother with weak points. With Rift Slash, everything became a weak point. Armor, scales, shields—it wouldn't matter. Every enemy would be vulnerable.

No more of my blade bouncing uselessly off thick hides. No more sparks flying as Gravefang skidded across armor I couldn't pierce. With Rift Slash, I could make sure every strike landed clean, cutting through whatever stood in my way without obstacle.

Then there was the second skill the path offered: Collapse.

The very name carried weight. I could see it in my mind already—an enemy squad pulled screaming into a twisting knot of space, bodies slamming into each other, tripping, clawing to escape while I watched from the edge. Archers ripped from their perches, shield-bearers smashed into the ground, careful formations undone in an instant.

No more being surrounded. No more scrambling under a rain of arrows or being funneled into a trap.

With Collapse, I could tear their order apart. Create chaos where there had been control. Break them in ways no weapon could. Then, with a single [Warp], I'd be inside the chaos, cutting throats before they even realized what had happened.

And then there was the passive—Fractured Existence.

The words alone made my chest tighten. A chance, however small, to simply… not be hit. For an arrow to sail through me as if I were smoke. For a fireball to crash against my outline and leave me untouched, standing in the ash while my enemies gaped.

It wasn't defense. It wasn't armor. It was reality bending out of the way for me.

The thought of it sent a chill crawling up my spine.

Of course, the skill wasn't perfect. Fractured Existence only offered a fifty percent chance to displace an attack—but still, to have that kind of assurance built into my very existence? That was enough to make my pulse quicken.

The chances of getting assassinated, shot down by a stray arrow, or roasted by a mage from a distance would drop to almost nothing. Half the time, I'd simply slip through death like it wasn't even there.

The class overall was terrifying. Terrifying in the best possible way. So far, it was a solid contender, and I could already visualize what it would feel like to wield those skills—cutting rifts in space, collapsing formations, walking through battle as arrows phased harmlessly past me.

But then my eyes drifted to the second option.

[Drugar's Avatar] – Chosen Vessel

The will of Drugar lives through you…

Drugar. That name again.

I felt my jaw tighten.

Yeah, no. Pass.

I wasn't about to become an avatar for some god I barely knew, no matter how much divine shine he tried to dress it up with. I'd fought too hard for my scraps of freedom to hand my will over to anyone, let alone a being whose motives I didn't even understand.

The thought alone made my skin crawl.

What if...