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The document describes the actions taken by Rimuru to fortify a goblin village against an impending attack by direwolves. Rimuru has the goblins repair their wounded using healing potions and magic. Rimuru then has the goblins tear down their homes to reinforce the fence around the village with wood and traps. Scouts are sent out and return wounded, reporting that the direwolves have begun to move. By nightfall, the fence is completed with spider silk, steel traps, and sticky thread. Rimuru takes watch in shifts with the goblins and hopes to defend the village without losing any of the goblins.

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Monster

The document describes the actions taken by Rimuru to fortify a goblin village against an impending attack by direwolves. Rimuru has the goblins repair their wounded using healing potions and magic. Rimuru then has the goblins tear down their homes to reinforce the fence around the village with wood and traps. Scouts are sent out and return wounded, reporting that the direwolves have begun to move. By nightfall, the fence is completed with spider silk, steel traps, and sticky thread. Rimuru takes watch in shifts with the goblins and hopes to defend the village without losing any of the goblins.

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monster. They would occasionally be born here and there along the plains.

Even calling them


“monsters” at all seemed absurd—their whole existence was petty. That thing, holding more force than
me…?

The alpha fumed.

Impossible!

Few, indeed, were the monsters more sly and crafty than the alpha. He had years of experience to draw
upon, and he could summon it on the fly to calmly, nimbly formulate a new plan. And his years of
experience told him that this monster could not possibly be stronger than he was.

Right there, for the first time, the alpha committed a fatal mistake—one that would ultimately decide his
fate.

You wretched little worm of a monster—I shall crush you to pieces!

Yeesh. That was a shock.

I didn’t think they’d go lunging at the joint straight out. I even gave them that heroic little speech about
how I wouldn’t do anything if they turned back, but they totally ignored it.

Instead, the direwolves all started moving at once, attacking the fence from pretty much every angle
they had. I was hoping we could talk things over a little first, but they forced me to throw out my entire
script. And after all that rehearsing I did while the fence was being built.

The first order I’d given the goblins was to show me where the wounded were. Adding a dozen or so
survivors to the sixty fighters we had wouldn’t make the work go much more efficiently, but given their
devotion for me, I wanted to do what I could for them.

They were all lying down on the floor of a large, fairly unhygienic- seeming building. Looking over them, I
started to think. Apparently, they’re using some herbs to treat them…but left to themselves, they’ll die
before long. They were all in rougher shape than I’d thought—skin slashed by teeth and claws, and some
were sporting nasty-looking gashes with God-knows- what growing out of them.

Better splurge a little bit, I figured as I took action. Consuming the wounded goblin closest to me, I
sprayed some recovery potion on him, then hawked him back up. The elder prepared to say something
to me, but he thought better of it as I worked my way down the row—swallowing, splattering, spitting
out.
After I’d finished up with a few of them, I took a look behind me. There they were again, kowtowing to
me.

What is with these guys?

They must’ve assumed I’d resurrected them with my powers or something. To avoid future
misunderstanding, I opted to just spit the potions out directly from there on, healing the goblins’
wounds out in the “real” world.

The healing process took a little time, but it worked. Once I was done with everyone, I gave the
remaining goblins a new order—the fence.

A simple wooden affair would have been fine, I thought, but we didn’t have much time or material to
work with. We had to go with what we had, so that was what I did—without a moment’s pause, I had
them tear down their homes and use the wood and other components to fortify the whole community.

In the meantime, I ordered the goblins who were decent with a bow to go on scout duty. I warned them
not to wander too far afield—wolves were bound to have good noses. I could tell by their eyes that they
were willing to sacrifice themselves for the cause. They were ready to shout out “By my very life!” at any
moment. A lot more bravado than I really needed right now, but I doubted there was any quick fix for it.

As night fell, around a day after I arrived at the village, the final planks

were on the fence. The finishing touches were mine—spider silk to strengthen and solidify the paling
and a few Steel Thread traps here and there. Anyone touching the fence without knowing the secret
would be carved up before they knew what hit them. I’ll have to remember to go fetch a body or two
later.

I made sure the fence had a single entryway on one side. Once it was lined with Sticky Thread, my job
here was done. All that remained was to wait for the scouts to come back.

By this time, the wounded goblins were starting to wake up, healed from their wounds. They furtively
poked their bodies, staring curiously down at themselves. Looks like that stuff packs a wallop. I’d
assumed I’d need to apply several doses to the graver-looking of the patients, but it worked a hell of a
lot better than I’d thought. I had no complaints about that mistake.

After that, I had the goblins collect the extra material, pile it up in the center of the village grounds, and
set it on fire. It reminded me of more than one camping trip, but now was no time for marshmallows.
We would need to keep watch the whole night through. I offered to handle it alone but was sharply
refused.

“Nothing doing, Sir Rimuru! We could never allow you to shoulder such a heavy burden!”

“She is right! We will handle watch duty for you. Please, Sir Rimuru, take the time to rest a little!”

The rabble around us echoed their approval. I appreciated the thought. They had to be far more
exhausted than I was by now, but I agreed to handle the watch in shifts and rest when I wasn’t on duty.
Just before midnight, the scouts returned—some wounded, but all safe. The direwolves had begun to
move, they said. Funny how I thought they were these ugly, filth-ridden monsters two days ago. Now I
was starting to feel actual affection for them. If I had my way, I thought as I applied the final Sticky
Thread to the entryway, I’d like to get them through this without losing a single one.

So that was our prep process, more or less. Hostilities were under way, so there wasn’t much else I
could do. At this point, we had to stick to the plan.

I wasn’t convinced the fence was strong enough to hold, but fortunately,

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