From Goblin to Goblin God - Chapter 314

Chapter 314: Fantasy? The Tree of Hell, Supreme Material for Forging

TL: Sungmin

“Your Highness, others in my clan need this as well, so pick a few more…”

Before Lin Tian could finish speaking, Lucifer interrupted him. “The Demon Fruit is extremely precious. If you want more, you can have them all once we conquer Eden.”

Even within his own clan, Lucifer wouldn’t hand these out easily.

The power contained within was too overwhelming.

If someone gained an unstoppable ability, it would undoubtedly spark internal conflict—no, it was guaranteed to.

Lucifer understood demons better than anyone.

Hearing this, Lin Tian reluctantly gave a brief acknowledgment but didn’t intend to let it go.

He thought, If he just gave them now, it’d save so much trouble.

Since that wasn’t happening, he decided to resort to some underhanded tactics.

“Let’s go,” Lucifer commanded.

After the two exited, the gap in the barrier began to close, its immense power capable of resisting attacks from deities on the same level as Lucifer.

Anyone who came into contact with the barrier would alert him immediately.

Once they left, they returned to the Demon Palace.

At this moment, Celeste appeared, her eyes full of worry. “Goblin Majesty, are you alright? What—what did you two do?”

“Just a minor transaction,” Lucifer replied. “Now, I need to go clarify things with the others and will later reorganize your banquet. For now, feel free to make yourselves comfortable.”

With that, Lucifer headed toward the palaces of the other Demon Gods.

After all, the misunderstanding earlier had caused dissatisfaction among them. He needed to explain things.

As for why he didn’t address it directly?

It was purely to play it safe—just in case Lin Tian really was conspiring with Jehovah.

Only after testing him did Lucifer feel at ease.

Additionally, it was to save face for Celeste.

No matter what, he couldn’t let the first friend she brought home die just like that.

Seeing that Lin Tian was unharmed, Celeste finally relaxed. “I thought my father might make a move against you. What deal did you strike?”

Without hesitation, Lin Tian recounted everything. There was no need to hide it.

Then he asked, “By the way, can you open the entrance to the Tree of Hell?”

“That’s possible,” Celeste said, confused. “What are you planning? Didn’t you just get a Demon Fruit?”

Lin Tian shrugged. “One isn’t enough. Your father is too stingy. You wouldn’t be upset if I took all of them, would you?”

Based on what Lucifer had said, he didn’t seem to care about the Tree of Hell anymore and had even mentioned giving it all to Lin Tian later.

Celeste waved it off, indifferent. “Do as you please. My father forbids me from consuming Demon Fruits, anyway. But did you forget something? The barrier around the Tree of Hell can’t be broken, not even by me.”

Those with demonic bloodlines would be controlled and corrupted by demonic power.

If they consumed the fruits, they would be utterly unable to resist their desires, twisting into true demons.

Lucifer would rather she forego having a unique Mythic-Class Skill than allow her to eat the fruits.

“Don’t worry about that. All I need you to do is open the entrance,” Lin Tian said with a confident grin.

He had Jehovah’s Blessing, which could be used twice: once to bypass the barrier and once to leave.

But he needed the entrance opened manually, hence his request for her help.

They arrived at the center of a courtyard deep within the palace.

Beneath their feet was a massive stone door engraved with intricate runes.

Standing on it, Celeste infused her unique demonic power, and the rune-covered surface seemed to come alive.

The stone door slowly opened.

Lin Tian wasted no time and quickly stepped inside.

Soon, he stood before the awe-inspiring and artistically magnificent Tree of Hell once more.

Celeste attempted to dissuade him again. “If you touch that barrier, my father will sense it instantly. If you want the fruits, it’s best to—”

Before she could finish, she saw Lin Tian’s figure blur and fade into an indistinct form, passing through the barrier as if it didn’t exist.

This scene left even the experienced Celeste utterly shocked. “Impossible! You actually passed through a barrier my father set up?!”

Previously, even with the combined attacks of six Demon Gods—and herself included—they couldn’t break it.

Their attempts had only made the barrier stronger.

This was the pinnacle of barrier magic, the Dark Rune Barrier.

It absorbed all incoming attacks, whether physical or magical, and strengthened itself.

The only way to break it was to use magic that could reverse its power and drain it completely—like the Magic-Sealing Sword.

Inside, Lin Tian immediately leaped up into the tree canopy, plucking the remaining ten Demon Fruits and storing them in his spatial ring.

He then turned his attention to the Tree of Hell itself.

Without a doubt, the tree was far more valuable than its fruits.

The simplest example was from ancient novels: most legendary artifacts were created from the bodies of rare plants or creatures.

In his previous life, Lin Tian had often read about such things. He decided to try forging using something other than ores this time.

He slowly took out a twelfth-tier magical axe.

“What are you doing?” Celeste asked, startled.

She didn’t mind him picking the fruits, but cutting the tree could cause some sort of upheaval.

The Tree of Hell likely played a crucial role in Hell.

She continued, “Wait, the Tree of Hell is the foundation of demonic power. Cutting it down could have severe consequences!”

Why had angels never dared to invade Hell? Why did demons hide in its sunless depths?

It was precisely because the creator of the Tree of Hell had established an indestructible Demonic Domain, which continuously supplied power to demons.

Moreover, this power was shared. Unlike on the surface, where only one’s own demonic domain would work effectively, demons couldn’t use someone else’s domain.

Even Blanitte, who Lin Tian had previously defeated and left near death, had recovered thanks to the Tree of Hell’s domain.

“Fine, I’ll just cut a piece,” Lin Tian replied.

He agreed that cutting down the entire tree might be excessive, so he selected a branch that wasn’t too large or too small—just enough to craft a weapon.

Swinging the axe, he struck!

Crack!

In the next moment, the axe head snapped and was sent flying.

Fortunately, Lin Tian reacted quickly and intercepted it before the barrier could detect the disturbance.

Staring at the molten fragments of the axe, he muttered in surprise, “It’s a twelfth-tier magical tool, and it broke in one strike? That’s absurd.”

Celeste explained, “We’ve experimented before. This tree has extremely high resistance. It’s almost impervious to damage—immune to fire and water. But since you have holy power, you might be able to use that.”

Hearing this, Lin Tian returned to the branch. He took out a new weapon and infused it with holy power, carefully refining and concentrating the energy into the blade.

The overwhelming energy radiating from it made even Celeste uneasy. If she were struck by it, she would undoubtedly be injured.

This explained why Lin Tian’s previous attacks had no effect, while Alice’s attacks could directly harm Beelzebub.

Alice had long mastered this method.

With that, Lin Tian swung again.

Swish!

The branch was severed cleanly, falling to the ground.

The cut surface glowed like molten lava, emitting a red light, intense heat, and rising white smoke.

Lin Tian leapt down to pick up the branch, only to find it astonishingly heavy and difficult to lift.

“This is definitely high-quality material,” he exclaimed.

Without hesitation, he stored it in his spatial ring, planning to see if Bill’s craftsmanship could forge it into a Sun-Class magical tool.

If successful, he wouldn’t have to spend a significant amount of life points to exchange for one.

Even better, it might turn into something full moon-Class or higher.

His Blood Spear was only suitable for attacks infused with Blood of Ruin, but it wasn’t an effective weapon for killing—it left wounds too small.

Against opponents with terrifying regenerative abilities, he needed a weapon capable of decapitating them in a single strike.

Soon after, Lin Tian’s body blurred again, turning indistinct as he exited the barrier.

Celeste, still in shock, remarked, “You’re incredible. At first, I thought you were just a slightly stronger goblin, but now I truly admire both your strength and your ambition.”

Daring to think and act, and most importantly, succeeding—this was no ordinary feat.

Even if someone else, such as the child of a Demon God, or even herself, attempted it, none would dare to steal the fruits or sever the Tree of Hell.

Boldness and ambition were traits of true power.

Lin Tian shrugged. “Let’s go. Your kind and gentle father still needs to organize another matchmaking banquet for you.”

Of course, he feared Lucifer—there was no doubt about it.

Right now, he stood no chance against him—none at all.

However, with the Gate of Eden, Lin Tian wasn’t worried about Lucifer forcing him to serve like a dog, but he could ensure that Lucifer wouldn’t dare harm him.

Lucifer would even have to treat him respectfully.

If King Goujian of Yue* could endure years of humiliation before toppling the Wu Kingdom, then why couldn’t a powerful demon, who had endured tens of thousands of years, seize the opportunity to return to the light?

Lin Tian understood this deeply, which was why he remained so confident.

These demons weren’t like low-level monsters. They didn’t inherently love darkness or filth—they also yearned for the bright, flourishing, and warm lands.

Scarlett, living in the mortal world, was the best example.

Though she feared Lin Tian to the core, she would do anything to avoid returning to Hell and relinquishing her position as a High Sin Overlord.

Why did Celeste value her job at the Succubus House so much?

The mortal realm was a place demons longed for desperately.

Celeste hesitated. “Right, I almost forgot. What should I do this time? Will it be the same as before, rejecting all of them?”

Lin Tian nodded. “It’s simple. Boldly refuse those fools. None of them deserve you.”

There was no flattery or exaggeration in his words.

Celeste was a second-generation angelic bloodline.

Those high demons had diluted their angelic bloodlines over countless generations. The weaker the bloodline, the more easily corrupted by demonic power, twisting them into savage and cruel beings.

Upon hearing this, Celeste felt a little embarrassed. “I just don’t feel ready yet. Maybe after reading a few more picture books about being a wife, I’ll be prepared.”

“That… Learning how to be a wife from those books might not be the best idea. I’ll send someone to teach you properly,” Lin Tian said, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

The works of the Drawing Demon, filled with depictions of yellow-haired boys, young protagonists, and NTR plots, were absolutely not appropriate learning materials. They were the epitome of corruption.

The two returned to the palace, tidying up the disorganized tables, chairs, and scattered items.

Soon, the high demons who had previously fled began trickling back.

With the misunderstanding resolved—and given that Celeste was Lucifer’s daughter—only an idiot would refuse the chance to curry favor.

At worst, they’d still get a good meal.

In no time, the atmosphere returned to its former liveliness, buzzing with noise and excitement.

Meanwhile, the seven Demon Gods sat toward the back of the hall, appearing deep in discussion.

“This is the opportunity we’ve waited tens of thousands of years for. We can’t miss it,” Lucifer said.

The other Demon Gods, including Samael, nodded vigorously, their eyes gleaming with greed and anticipation. “Yes! Our chance to rise has finally come…”

They had tried direct confrontations with the angels and Eden before, but those attempts had ended in disgraceful retreats.

Gabriel, right wing archangel, was a formidable opponent. Then there was Michael, who had inherited Lucifer’s former position as the left wing archangel.

And within Eden, Adam and Eve were terrifying forces in their own right.

Finally, there was Jehovah Himself, the supreme deity.

A direct confrontation was impossible to win.

Their only chance was to launch a surprise attack on Eden, kill Adam and Eve, and then face Jehovah.

Several Demon Gods glanced at Lin Tian with noticeably more cordial expressions.

However, Beelzebub, still nursing his humiliation, sulked. “Hmph. A mere goblin—why does he deserve this?”

“Just bear with it for now,” Lucifer said, sipping his red wine.

Beelzebub glared at him and gritted his teeth. “After this, I want to kill him. You won’t stop me, will you?”

Lucifer paused, shrugged, and said nothing.

At that moment, Celeste’s voice broke through the lively banquet atmosphere.

“Sorry, but like before, I still don’t feel anything for any of you,” she said coldly, her tone laced with authority.

Her indifferent voice and commanding aura left many feeling utterly crushed.

“Your Highness, I possess the most powerful healing abilities among high demons. With me, any injury you sustain can be healed!”

“Healing is nothing! My unique Mythic-Class Ability allows my body to adapt to any attack. I can protect you, ensuring you’re never harmed!”

“Your strength is pitiful. Who’s protecting who if you get obliterated?”

“If none of us are good enough for you, Your Highness, why don’t you tell us what kind of partner you’re looking for?”

The group of high demons, unwilling to give up, voiced their objections.

Lucifer, playing the role of a doting father, stepped in. “Child, tell me what kind of person you want, and I’ll find them for you.”

Celeste thought for a moment before replying, slightly flustered. “They need to be handsome, stronger than me, wise beyond their years, pure of heart, and, um… untouched by any woman.”

In an instant, the high demons gave up entirely.

While some could meet the earlier requirements, the last one—pure of heart and untouched by any woman—was impossible.

In Hell, their daily lives revolved around indulging their desires. Most had lived for thousands of years, and anyone untouched by a woman would certainly be… peculiar.

Lucifer’s expression grew serious. “Hmm. Didn’t one of you mention having a child who fits these criteria? Why not bring them out?”

“That child is extremely introverted and didn’t attend the banquet,” Azazel, one of the seven Demon Gods, replied reluctantly.

After a moment’s thought, he added, “But since the match involves Her Highness Celeste, I’ll bring him here.”

Seeing this, Celeste grew anxious and leaned close to Lin Tian, whispering, “What do I do? Azazel’s youngest son is said to be the most perfect man in Hell! But every time he goes out, he’s ambushed by hordes of female demons trying to assault him. It’s made him reclusive, and he’s never interacted with a woman since.”

“He got traumatized into reclusiveness?” Lin Tian was momentarily stunned. “That’s practically the life of a protagonist! Damn.”

Still, he replied with a smirk, “Well, in that case, just tell him everything you learned from those picture books. That’ll be enough.”

A man so pure and perfect, scared of women, encountering such “knowledge” might only deepen his psychological scars.

The damage might even be irreparable.

But the sooner this was settled, the sooner Lin Tian could leave and enjoy his Demon Fruits.