In a secluded mountain vilge, several diminutive humanoid creatures with green and blue skin respectfully gathered around a young girl.

  "…That’s the situation, Lady Yverantheia."

  The elder smurf finished speaking auro a deferential stahough Yverantheia could sense a faint hopefulness in its gaze.

  The smurf elder had just expihe circumstances of the mountain range.

  Currently, this mountainion was inhabited by smurfs, goblins, and ogres. Each group had its own strengths. The goblins, with their incredible reproductive ability and resilience, were the most numerous. The smurfs, possessing advaeology and tool usage, had illumihe vilge with sky nterns, a testament to their iy.

  As for the ogres, their advantage was overwhelmingly clear—sheer physical strength. Even a juvenile ogre possessed physical power far surpassing that of a smurf oblin warrior. The only reason bance had been maintained was due to the ogres' ck of intelligence.

  However, ret developments were troubling. Acc to smurf intelligehere had been an internal flict among the ogres. The inal ogre king was assassinated, and the new king’s assion had led te occurrehe previously chaotid belligerent ogres had suddenly bee eerily calm and, as if aware of the smurfs' observations, disappeared shortly thereafter.

  "In other words, those ogres are likely solidating their power, pnning to wipe you out and domihe entire mountain range?"

  "Precisely."

  The smurfs and goblins had mao resist the ogres through intelligend numbers, but noowerful and somewhat intelligent ogre king had emerged, nullifying their advantages.

  "Ogres… they're strong, aren't they?"

  "At least for us, they are."

  After hearing the smurf's words, Yverantheia pondered for a moment before looking up.

  "I'll go."

  "…It seems my old ears are failing me. I couldn't quite catch that."

  "I said I'll go ahem up."

  As Yverantheia spoke, she ched her fist.

  "This… Five my impudence, but the ogres are formidable. Even you might not return unscathed if you go alone!"

  "That’s precisely why I must go."

  Yverantheia wasn’t seeking status but strength. While subjugating other creatures quickly granted power, true strength wasn't just about quantity; quality was equally important.

  To enhahe quality of her strength, the best method was battle—especially tough battles. She had hardly fought when subduing the goblins and smurfs, and now her fists were itg for a challenge!

  "Pu, pu!"

  "Uh… I’m just going to fight, not pnning to run away."

  The small tentacle creature at her side made noises as Yverantheia stood up, seemingly afraid she might leave it behind. Yverantheia could only soothe it, knowing she had decided to take it along iure. Such matters o be unicated clearly.

  "May fortune favor you in battle."

  With these words from the smurfs and goblins, Yverantheia disappeared from the vilge.

  "Haa… so bored… Hmph!"

  An ogre sat in the shadow of a rock, grumbling.

  "Pathetic idiot! I thought the new king would be tough, but he's just a coward! Pah!"

  As the ogre spoke, it swung its arm, shattering the rock beside it.

  "Ah… I crave a good fight… I need battle!"

  "Then I'll oblige you."

  A voice came from behind the ogre, instantly heightening its battle instincts.

  "A challenger!? e on! Face me…"

  Before it could finish, the ogre lost sciousness.

  “Hmm… So, this is the extent of a typical ogre’s strength…”

  Yverantheia effortlessly hoisted a massive red ogre, several times her size, with her slender left hand. Her face showed no sign of fatigue.

  “This oioheir king being stronger. Maybe I should focus on him…”

  As she pondered, her eyes nded on anre, idly grumbling nearby.

  “Perfect, a weling gift.”

  Anre soon became part of her colle.

  By the time Yverantheia reached the entrance of the ogre vilge, she had knocked out enough ogres to form a hill team. She stood at the gate, calling out.

  “Your delivery has arrived!”

  “Huh? What’s going on?”

  “What’s happening?”

  Her shout drew nearly all the ogres outside.

  “What is this?”

  “Did the smurfs do this?”

  “Don’t ask me!”

  The t ogres, some over three meters tall, peered down at the strange figure before them.

  “I’m here to deliver…”

  “Huh? Deliver what? Yourself?”

  A particurly burly ogre stomped out from the crowd, scowling.

  “I’m in a bad mood. You’ll make a perfect pung bag!”

  Without waiting for a respohe ogre swung its fist.

  “Seems like a premium delivery service.”

  “What?”

  The ogre couldn’t believe its eyes. The small figure with arms thihan its fingers had effortlessly caught its punch.

  Who was this? It was the sed stro ogre, right below the ogre king. How could this tiny creature withstand its attack?

  “You are… ah!!”

  It felt like its hand was being crushed under an immense weight. A loud crack echoed as it saw its hand twisted into a grotesque shape.

  “Hmph, about this level of strength… You go sit in the baow.”

  With a slight flick, Yverantheia sent the ogre flying, nding it on a small red mound.

  ‘Hmm? A red mound?’

  The ogres had never noticed a red mound outside their vilge before. Following her gaze, they saw it—the mound was made of their own kind, piled high.

  The sight was so surreal they hadn’t noticed it immediately. Only when one of their stro was effortlessly defeated and thrown onto it did they realize.

  “Where is your king?”

  Silence fell. None of the ogres dared speak, fearing they’d be o join the mound.

  “Hmm… If you don’t answer, I’ll turn all of you into my goods.”

  “The king is in the ter of the vilge!”

  “The biggest house!”

  “Don’t e any closer!”

  Though they didn’t know what ‘goods’ meant, every ogre instinctively khat staying silent was not an option.

  “Thanks for your cooperation. I’ll head over now.”

  Yverantheia, grasping a makeshift rope of vines and hemp, dragged the ‘mound’ towards the vilge ter uhe ogres’ stunned gazes.

  ShoujoDirector