Chapter 6 - Unmatched Power is the True Joy of Reincarnation

What the hell is a "Rokuburin"?

Does it work like this?

Ichiburin.

Niburin.

Sanburin.

Shiburin.

Goblin.

...And then Rokuburin?

Don't tell me they're ranking up like some numbered progression where Nanaburin and Hachiburin are next!

"A Rokuburin is an enhanced variant—a goblin that has mutated after surviving for a long time! They are far more cunning and stronger than normal goblins!"

So that’s why it read the humans' tactics, outsmarted them, and tried to break through the containment net with a concentrated force? A creature that actually uses its head.

"Where is it...?"

I scanned the surroundings and found something fitting the description almost immediately.

Its limbs were longer and more slender than a typical goblin's, and its skin had a bluish tint. Overall, it looked sharper, giving off the impression of a jagged blade. This was the one-step-up evolution: the Rokuburin.

Since I’d already wiped out most of its subordinates, it should have been at an overwhelming disadvantage. However, its expression remained completely composed. It looked as though it couldn't even fathom the idea of being defeated.

It wasn't that the thing was too stupid to understand its predicament. Quite the opposite. It was sickeningly crafty, and it had meticulously prepared a means for its own survival.

Tucked under its left arm was a living human...

And in its right hand, it gripped a knife, pressing it against the hostage's throat!

"That's... the scout who was hit first...!?"

It seemed to be one of our comrades from the village. He had been beaten senseless and couldn't move, but he was definitely still breathing.

Don't move. Move, and this one dies.

That was the hateful, smirking message on the blue goblin's face.

"Gigi..."

"Gigigigigi...!"

While this was happening, the few remaining normal goblins began to gather around me, forming a circle. They, too, seemed to have realized I was the most dangerous threat on the field. Well, I had been slaughtering them left and right.

I don't know if these things have a sense of camaraderie, but they clearly thought that if they just took me down, the battle was won. Using a hostage to stop my movements while they swarmed me—that was the plan.

Of course, I had no intention of playing along. I was reincarnated into this world, gained a beautiful sister, and secured a wonderful life where I can rail her every day. I'm not about to let that go!

Still, I didn't want to just abandon the hostage.

The enemy boss was keeping a cautious distance. No matter what I did, that knife would likely sink into the hostage's throat before I could reach him. If I acted like a "normal" person, that is.

But I haven't just been playing around since I got to this world. To fully enjoy my new life, I've been diligently researching the abilities I was given.

My 'Divine Calling', [Pole Master]. At first, I thought it was just a class for being a world-class playboy, but it turns out I can do a lot more than I thought. Since I'm a "Master of the Pole," I've become an expert pole-fighter, allowing me to dominate in combat.

But I didn't stop there. This is a [Pole Master] skill I've recently acquired...

"[Extend]!!"

The pole in my hand shot forward. It moved with the speed of a fired bullet, and the tip slammed exactly where I aimed—right into the enemy boss's forehead!

"GYAH!?"

The Rokuburin took a direct hit. The impact sent it flying backward, causing it to drop both the knife and the hostage!

"Now!"

I immediately swung my pole in a wide arc, mowing down the surrounding fodder goblins.

The skill [Extend], which I gained after leveling up, allows me to temporarily change the length of any pole I hold. It's a ridiculous ability that ignores the law of conservation of mass, but I guess skills in this world can do crazy things. Is it just me? Well, it's a bit bewildering.

But if I can use it, I will. Just now, I completely blindsided a boss goblin who never imagined he could be attacked from outside his range.

"N-now's our chance! Save the hostage!"

"Wipe out every last goblin remaining! GOOOO!!"

I left the rest to the other warriors and moved in for the finishing blow. The Rokuburin was just dizzy from the poke to its forehead—saving the hostage had been the priority, after all.

Now that the worry was gone, all that was left was the execution.

"Gigi... GIGIIIIIIII!?"

By the time it recovered from the stun, I was already right in front of its face. Weaponless and cornered, the Rokuburin snapped both its arms up into the air.

"What's that supposed to be?"

Is that a surrender signal? The fact that it knew such a thing and could perform it meant the Rokuburin really was a monster with a functional brain. Compared to normal goblins, anyway.

"But listen, that sign only carries meaning between humans. If you respected people and had the will to help one another, I might have accepted it."

But this thing had acted with the typical cruelty of a monster, taking a hostage and using a cowardly threat.

"I can't communicate with something like you."

I brought my merciless pole down on the vermin that only looked human in shape. I felt the sickening crunch of bone shattering and brains being turned to mush.

---

And so, my first job—the goblin cull—ended successfully.

Though the line had momentarily buckled due to the unexpected tactics of the evolved species, fortunately, there were no fatalities, only some injuries. The worst injury was the man taken hostage, but his life wasn't in danger.

As we gathered the wounded and meticulously cleared the brush to ensure no goblins remained, the operation wound down.

"That Rokuburin was likely a goblin that survived the last cull or the one before it and evolved," Mother said, directing the cleanup after arriving on the scene.

"Because it survived a brush with death, it was forged into an evolved form. Because it had experience, it could read the humans' hand and outmaneuver us. We must be thorough from now on to ensure not a single one escapes."

If a goblin army, strengthened by experience, were to defeat their cullers, the peaceful villages would be next. To prevent that from becoming a reality, the search for stragglers became even more relentless.

I didn't actually see it, though, as I couldn't stay until the very end.

Why? Well...

---

"...Ugh, this sucks."

Because the moment the battle ended, my entire body gave out and I collapsed.

Apparently, I had put an immense strain on myself. From the high-speed "pole vault" to reach the battlefield, to beating dozens of goblins to death single-handedly—it was a lot. It seemed I hadn't quite mastered the [Extend] skill yet, either.

After pushing myself too far, the moment the tension broke, my body forced a shutdown. Between the exhaustion and the sudden onset of muscle aches, I was confined to my bed. Getting muscle pain on the same day? I guess this reincarnated body is still young after all.

"You really worked hard, Sao."

Mother sat by my pillow, nursing me. She was the one who carried me all the way home after I became immobile.

"This entire operation was a success because of you. Wiping out the goblins and having zero deaths—it's all thanks to your hard work. Everyone was singing your praises. Mother was so proud."

"I looked pretty pathetic at the end, though."

Getting carried off the field by my mom. I felt like a toddler who had played too hard at the park.

"That's nothing. Everyone acknowledges what you did. You worked hard, so just rest for now."

"Don't you have to go back, Mom?"

Technically, the "grassroots" goblin hunt was still going on in the forest. Mom seemed to be the one in charge, so for the leader to leave the scene...

"I left the command to Calibur. As a [Knight], she's better suited for organizing people. Besides, she barely fought at all, so it’s only fair she uses her energy for the cleanup."

"I see."

So Sister was going to be stuck at the scene for a while and wouldn't be coming home soon.

That was actually a problem.

Why? Because my "little brother" had been standing at attention for quite some time now. As I lay in bed trying to heal my tired body, he was straining against the blanket with enough force to push it off.

Is this what they call "fatigue-induced arousal"?

Is it that theory where the body feels a crisis from extreme exhaustion and tries to preserve the species? Or is it just that my body wants a reward for finishing the job?

Either way, Sister is the only one I have to direct these sexual urges toward, and with her far away, I'm in a bit of a predicament!

I could take care of it myself, but my body hurts too much to move, and Mom is sitting right there. Trying to rub one out without her noticing at this distance is high-difficulty stealth!

"Um... Mom? You don't have to worry about me. You can go back to the forest, you know?"

"Oh? Why? Mother wants to take care of her hard-working Sao."

That motherly love and devotion was exactly what was putting me in a corner.

"Or are you at that age where you find your mother annoying? How sad. You used to cling to me and act so spoiled every day. Come to think of it, you haven't done that lately..."

If I were still doing that at this age, that would be the problem.

When I was younger, I could pretend it was just "skinship" while burying my face in her breasts or rubbing my cheek against her rear, but I could get away with it because I was a kid. If I did that now, she’d definitely notice something was up.

Plus, lately, I’ve been handling my urges with Sister in a much more... intense fashion.

So I’d been distancing myself from the physical touch of my mother...

Damn it, remembering it just made me even harder!

"Oh...?"

Mother's gaze shifted toward the lower half of the bed.

She noticed?!

It's over!

"Sao, you really are a boy, aren't you? Growing so sturdy...!"

The sheer awkwardness of having my mom notice my erection! I wanted to die of embarrassment!

"It's alright, Sao. Mother is an adult woman, so I understand that men can't help this sort of thing. It's like that, isn't it? When you're tired, the urge gets even stronger?"

Having her use her knowledge to be "understanding" made it even more painful!

Fine! If I'm going down, I'm taking everything with me!

"Um, Mom... I have a favor to ask...!"

"What is it?"

"I want you to help me calm this... worked-up thing. Just kidding...!"

The sheer reckless audacity of asking my mother for sexual relief. In any normal situation, I’d rather die. ...Wait, I already died once, so who cares? I've got nothing to lose.

I thought that no matter how much she dotes on me, she wouldn't accept something like that...

But a mysterious, alluring smile appeared on my mother's beautiful face.

"Mother is so happy that you’re acting spoiled after all this time. In that case..."

Mother asked me something that exceeded my wildest imagination.

"Which would you prefer: for me to use my hand, or my pussy?"

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