Nessa focused on her life's necessities and made what she deemed a prudent decision.

People often become fixated on the immediate, losing sight of the broader picture—the forest concealed by the prominence of a single tree. Presently, Nessa embodies this phenomenon, her considerations deeply entrenched in matters she perceives as pivotal. She deliberates the fate of the entire course of her audacious endeavor—an 'unconventional' expedition aimed at altering her physical form. The question arises: should this journey culminate, a juncture that could see her suspended on the gallows, a central figure on the night of execution? Nessa acknowledges the gravity of the risk she undertakes, venturing into the territory where the consequences of being branded as 'deviant', 'unhinged', 'mentally unbalanced', 'freak', 'crazy-bitch'or a 'monster paramour' would far exceed the bounds of her individual existence.

Nonetheless, the ramifications of the physical changes and experiences she has undergone over the past weeks have posed intricate challenges. As Nessa scrutinizes the Goblin eggs—more appropriately referred to as Blight Goblins' eggs—she finds her thoughts tumultuous, mirroring the erratic quivers and contractions of the egg membrane. In this moment, the environmental shifts surrounding her transcend the discernment and vigilance inherent to her seasoned adventurer's instinct.

A dense canopy of ebony clouds enshrouds the entirety of Osnastadt, and further afield, the citizens of Kabelburg bear witness to the accumulation of base rain clouds towering above. The cloud blanket is formidable, and once the rainstorm is triggered, simplicity in cessation becomes a remote notion.

Locals of Kabelburg are uniquely well-versed in the origin of this expansive swathe of darkness. At the very location where Nessa, in tandem with her fellow adventurers, first engaged in the eradication of Blight Goblins, the combustion of pyres was sparked by the spontaneous efforts of myriad scavengers. These men and women gathered the deceased Blight Goblins, orchestrating their incineration—a task neither aristocracy nor official proclamation had mandated. Instead, it emerged from the grassroots initiative of local residents beleaguered by the threat of Blight Goblins. It wasn't some fancy noble decree or official announcement, it was the local folks taking things into their own hands, sick and tired of all the Blight Goblin mess.

A portion of the populace adheres to tradition, embracing the belief in fire's purifying prowess. For the remainder, the motivation lies in the catharsis of resentment. Adventurers may confront monsters or stand as triumphant slayers, yet they remain powerless to sway the victims bereaved because Blight Goblins into a state of indifference upon the monsters' demise.

As the distinction between Blight Goblins and their conventional counterparts often eludes most individuals, the unfortunate fate of Goblin nests unrelated to Blight Goblins' activities becomes an unintended byproduct of this ongoing ordeal.

Simultaneously, these events unfold. While Nessa retreats to a smuggler's refuge, distanced by a day's journey from the town of Osnastadt, throngs of citizens already mobilize. They employ pitchforks to assemble the fallen Goblins, converging in village squares, grain-drying yards, and newly excavated hollows. Burning pyres and spiked enclosures alike serve as locales to showcase the malevolent cadavers, an endeavor aimed at alleviating the burden of collective negativity that lingers within their hearts. Of course, they will resort to fire to resolve these actions in due course.

With the kindling of flames upon the remains of the Blight Goblins, a symphony of jubilation and lamentation ensues. Subsequently, emulation perpetuates, unhampered by restraint. Billowing smoke carries within it a chorus of prayers and curses, ascending skyward as one. The oscillation between cold and heat rapidly reaches a tipping point, significantly affecting the immediate vicinity, especially given the relentless hunting and incineration campaigns that have transpired over consecutive weeks.

The residents of Kabelburg were well aware of this situation, and they welcomed the impending torrential rainstorm. Rainwater from the sky had always proved more nourishing for crops than well or spring water. Anticipating a future of tranquility and abundance once adventurers successfully drove the monsters away, everyone yearned for days that would be secure and prosperous. A bountiful harvest could at the very least address their basic sustenance needs, making a heavy downpour or even a persistent rain a promising start. Not only the locals but also those who had suffered losses due to the depredations of the Blight Goblins hoped that the pure rainwater from the heavens could cleanse the land of any lingering malevolence, purging the repugnant residues.

Yes, much like Blight Goblins and their ilk.

Most individuals held these hopes, or rather, nearly everyone besides Nessa thought along these lines. Not that anyone failed to notice the women extracted from Blight Goblin nests, each presenting an arresting visage. Quite unlike their unfortunate state before captured within those dens.

Certainly, some harbored suspicions and less honorable intentions, but in the presence of the church knights and the multitude of indignant torchbearers, few dared to entertain such thoughts. It simply wasn't fitting; such actions would breach decorum and invite personal 'Social Exile'. To sacrificing one's own life for the sake of momentary sensuality? Wouldn't it be better to have the best of both worlds? Why risk inciting collective outrage or face long-term legal punishment for short-term pleasure? Idiots do it.

The Eladri, in their characteristic manner, believed—like the majority of other races often accused each other of—that humanity's nature was perpetually insatiable and doubly greedy. To extract this trait would render one less human.

Once an individual acquired one thing, they sought another. A merchant who earned one gold coin would inevitably desire a second, a third, or even a tenth. The only **** that could still the wheels of desire was the fear of risk, borne out of the prospect of losing what one already possessed.

In this regard, Nessa was no different, except she remained oblivious to this truth.

The expanse of dark clouds in the sky grew ever larger, its coverage expanding. During the process, a light drizzle commenced, but it did little to diminish the magnitude and reach of the looming presence. Soon enough, the residents of the town of Osnastadt would be taken aback as they witnessed rivers swelling beyond capacity, with the last remaining pathways out of the village submerged by the surging waters of the flooding. Months would pass before the deluge receded, and any surviving creatures would scramble to find dry patches of land to survive.

And don't even mention that no one was shifting their focus away from the present—too absorbed in the unfolding events at hand. No one foresaw the flooding caused by the impending heavy rains or the consequent complications it would bring.

People prayed for the imminent downpour, praying for a life of tranquility after the rains. They hoped for better days ahead. As for those who failed to recognize that the rain's impact might not be easily rectified by a mere spell but were bound by duty and station, they continued to center their attention on acquiring more of what they casually labeled as 'Personal wealth.'

Nessa realized from the mirror that she had become the center of attention on the street, a result of her experimental efforts. She still remembered Heidi, those residents of Kabelburg. How many times had they been breeding? The results were astounding. If a brothel were seeking recruits, women like that would undoubtedly be considered top choices, lounging in plush goose-down bedding while servants offered them delicacies. Anyman would like to test it with their life.

Any woman who desired a life of such pampering and servitude naturally harbored the aspiration. If she were to eventually relinquish her adventurous lifestyle, certain conditions must be met. Nessa enjoyed adventure; she relished wandering across the world. As a child, she had nurtured this idea, thwarted only by the lack of finances. When she grows up, enjoying the attention and admiration of others was also on her list, so she could handle a more voluptuous or... an attention-grabbing physique that drove people wild.

The current state? She believed she had it. Gods, I absolutely feel how sexy myself, but... far from Heidi's stature. It didn't matter; she didn't want to become like that anyway. But a touch more femininity and the gifts of beauty were what she once fervently yearned for, even now. While she couldn't live a lavish life without gold, basking in the limelight of others' attention wasn't bad either, was it? If luck favored her, wealth might even follow her good looks into her hands.

By that time, if she managed to find a suitable heir who could help nurture and protect her wealth, such days could well rival the precarious life of an adventurer. Beautiful visions of utopia swirled in Nessa's eyes, yet her purse was rapidly deflating, the antithesis of her tightly-clung attire. The flesh now adorning her body hadn't just sprung up out of thin air. A portion of the bounty reaped from hunting Blight Goblins had been spent on the journey to the town of Osnastadt, while another portion had gone into prepaying for essential supplies for life in the secluded hunting lodge. Coins remained within her wallet, but the amount left was worlds apart from affluence.

My breastplate and armor definitely need replacement, and upgraded sizes undoubtedly demand more gold. These weeks of practicing magic have depleted my magical medium reserves, replenishing them means spending money. Oh, and clothing. Not just the equipment for work, but everyday attire would need an entire overhaul. Unless she wanted to master the technique of using a bath towel as clothing, an option she neither desired nor intended to pursue. If I don't have suitable garments to showcase my impressive figure, then what's the point of enduring the risk of being strung up on the gallows while hiding in this remote place? Not to mention, my current tendency to easily leak milk means that wearing any clothing will result in two damp masses... I recall the town has remedies for preventing excessive lactation or old witch doctors. Perhaps that might help?

Actually, at a time when she remained oblivious, the residents living near Kabelburg had unanimously agreed that watching those cursed monsters and criminals die in the flames was a more worthwhile spectacle. She was unaware that while adventurers continued to penetrate deeper inland to hunt Blight Goblins, the spontaneously formed group of residents incinerating Blight Goblins had begun to incorporate their actions into some everyday routines.

As the work of setting Blight Goblins ablaze showed no sign of abating, those who noticed the peculiarities of the well-endowed women started to take action.

The world's environment kept changing, while Nessa, nestled in the smuggler's hut, was still caught in the quagmire of choices without knowledge. Indeed, she had become more readily eye-catching, but beyond the vision she wanted to see, many significances, not all of them positive, were converging upon her altered physique, in places she hadn't yet discovered.

Like many things in the world, destruction was always easier than creation. And to turn a well-prepared omelet back into eggs, that was simply a pipe dream.

I think... before I decide to deal with these two 'issues,' it's best to make sure I'll never need to be 'fucked' again." Nessa told herself, After all, what I did back then seems strange and dangerous even now. When everyone else was hunting the Blight Goblins, only she was driven by desire to capture a Blight Goblin. Risk is huge, if she get capture. And she didn't want to do it again. If she wanted to become sexier, attract envious and admiring gazes, and earn praises, surely there were better and mutually beneficial ways, right?

Nessa's logic wove a complete, well-thought-out vision of the future with risk assessments. Her body still held residual warmth, a lingering heat in her abdomen. There, not elswwhere, was still residual heat in her and there was the factory for creating new life didn't seem to have vetoed her brain's decision to terminate its products, but Nessa knew deep down what she truly wanted, "More."

While humans eat and transform food into excrement within their guts, nobody initially finds the digestion process bothersome and turns to eating feces instead. Similar thoughts echoed in Nessa's mind. If this place served as a safe and unnoticed site for reproduction, then having one or two captured Goblins in here ready to use anytime would be so convenient. The hunting work must have ended during my period of hiding; if not, it should be concluding by now.

According to the last bits of information Nessa had before disappearing, the environmental changes seemed to support this. In her estimation, the fanatics wouldn't have appeared immediately after the adventurers' hunting activities. She hadn't foreseen the chain of events that would follow—the people searching for incinerable Goblins, the impending heavy rain, subsequent flooding, and more. She didn't know that the creek near her cabin could be affected by the rain, leading to water level changes. Nor did she know whether her cabin was situated in a lowland or an elevated area.

I can handle this, she thought with confidence, so determined. Besides, I've never seen Goblins hatch from eggs, so this might be a rare chance. Are there any wizards in the town who need to practice spells? I recall some wizards or hunting grounds using Goblins as practice targets for combat. If I successfully hatch an egg, maybe I can even earn some money by selling the Goblin.

Finally, she put down the knife she intended to use for cutting.

After considering, she thought it wouldn't be inappropriate to keep one or two unhatched Goblin eggs, since she could dispose of them at any time. Furthermore, even if fully grown Goblins were hatched, what then? Who would listen to a Goblin's testimony and report her deeds? Nessa had never encountered such a case. Could she, the seasoned adventurer Nessa, even be defeated by Goblins? That would be quite a laughable joke. She understood Goblins well; one precise slash and a Goblin would be dead. If not, a second slash was needed. Most adventurers knew this, and only this.

People like Garion D'aubigny and Emith Redleaves would loudly contest this limited knowledge held by adventurers, but they weren't on Nessa's mind at the moment.

Nessa stood up, started packing her belongings, and made preparations. According to her plan, she needed something more effective at restraining Goblins than just leather and ropes. She had to make a trip to the blacksmith's, and for some things, she might have to place special orders if they weren't available for purchase. Similarly, she had to prepare an appropriate explanation for those familiar with her old appearance, aiming to gain their trust and understanding. Nessa didn't want too many people knowing her secret or having too many imitators.

Well then, I'll make a trip back to town, see if I can gather the things I need. By the way, I need to send a letter to the guild. Surely there are must have simple, short-term jobs I could take. Who knows, maybe I'll get a few free dinners out of it. She chuckled happily, tightening her outfit and confirming that both eggs were safely stored in the storage room. After the initial impromptu plan to make herself sexier, her present plan was to walk back to the market in the town of Osnastadt and explore. She'd schedule work dates and place orders for necessary items. Of course, during this time, I'll enjoy myself. There's no reason men would ignore me.

Afterward, she would return to the remote cabin of the smuggler, install equipment, and observe. Oh, right. I need to find books about Goblins. I must figure out how long it takes for a Goblin to hatch from an egg.

She was wrong, so wrong on so many counts.

These weren't Goblins; they were something resembling them. She thought she could easily handle one, but what she held in her hands was at least two.

Nessa focused on her goal with great excitement. As she left the cabin, leaving the two eggs stored in the storage room, a rhythmic throbbing began.