"Never to be attacked... yet never to attack others." Fang Senyan stared at the artisan ghost's nonsensical prompt, feeling as useless as a rat trying to catch a turtle—nowhere to begin. He started searching through his inventory, and suddenly, an item long tucked away near his dimensional storage caught his eye. A thought flashed through Fang Senyan's mind: the wraith of a Goblin... this tool might just prove useful.

The item Fang Senyan saw was none other than the ancient gold sovereign he had acquired during his time in Pirates of the Caribbean! This coin he had cunningly taken from Cri, marked as a treasure, highly valued, and greatly favored by characters in the storyline. Although Fang Senyan’s weakness was his pitifully low Charisma score, one must not forget that it had already been verified with the esteemed manager of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Infinite: Goblins were one of the few creatures entirely unaffected by Charisma. “A spectral Goblin, it must still be a Goblin, right?” Fang Senyan thought with a perverse sense of satisfaction, taking out the sovereign and flicking it between his fingers. With a clink, it spun up and landed neatly in his waiting palm.

Upon hearing the crisp chime of the gold coin, the spectral Goblin immediately whipped its head around, its gaze of ancient resentment instantly shifting to one of burning fixation.

Fang Senyan spread his hand: "I believe we can negotiate, esteemed Mr. Goblin."

The Goblin immediately shrieked in fury:

"Mister? You call me Mister! You ill-mannered wretch, I am Punk Goldbar, a Grand Duke personally ennobled by the Emperor of the Empire! I tell you, I absolutely, unequivocally will not change my mind; I shall forever intercept anyone attempting to approach this demon! Forever!"

Fang Senyan shrugged and said with perfect sincerity:

"But I have no intention of approaching the demon. I, Monk Bing, have endured countless hardships all the way from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East, truly just to witness the splendor of the Grand Duke!"

The spectral Goblin’s ears immediately perked up. It stroked its chin beard and coughed deliberately:

"Don't try to deceive me; you clearly came for the demon."

"It is not so," Fang Senyan stated firmly.

"Since acquiring this incredibly precious ancient gold coin, I have been unable to find any material regarding its historical background or context. More importantly, I cannot verify its authenticity at all. For this, I have traversed the entire land, only to meet with disappointment. Just now, Mr. Infinite, the manager of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, after taking thirty pounds from me, provided me with an invaluable piece of information: the last surviving scholar of the Goblin race is supposedly located here, which is why I have come."

To verify his story, Fang Senyan once again produced the severed-finger key, which had already served a great purpose, attempting to squeeze out its remaining value. Punk Goldbar took the key, stroked it, nodded, and casually set it aside. Immediately, an undisguised excitement surfaced, and it began rubbing its hands eagerly:

"Infinite? Oh! Yes, I know him. He must be of the royal bloodline... While I still hold no affection for them, I must admit their insight and luck are considerable. Indeed! Standing before you is Punk Goldbar, Grand Duke of the Goblin Empire. I also hold titles as a Master of Heraldry, an Expert in Family Crests, and an Authority on Gold Purity Assessment... Tell me, young man, might I have the coin a bit closer? I truly cannot see it clearly."

Fang Senyan smiled and placed the ancient gold coin into Punk Goldbar's translucent palm. The Goblin’s eyes became greedier and more fanatical, utterly focused. It let out an astonished, low sigh: "Heavens! This purity surpasses any coin I have ever witnessed. Look at this exquisite gold; it is truly intoxicating, superior to any Goblin virgin's... And these strange markings are utilized with remarkable precision, such clever dividing lines! Damn it, why can't I find anything related to this in my memory? Damn it, I must check the complete compendium of heraldry..."

Fang Senyan timed a gasp perfectly: "Did I hear that correctly? Did I truly hear that? Forgive my audacity, Your Grace, but you said this coin's purity surpasses any gold you have ever seen?"

Punk Goldbar immediately cried out in rage: "That is without a doubt! I swear it on the honor of the Goldbar family, spanning three thousand seven hundred and thirty-one years, I attest to this! By the Coin, anyone who insults or questions this gold deserves the gallows or the stake!"

Fang Senyan immediately let out a visible sigh of relief: "If that is the case, I am at ease."

The old Goblin began attempting to bite the coin—a futile gesture for a spirit, of course. It grew impatient: "At ease about what?"

"I made a wager with another person. That fool claimed this coin was merely brass. We argued fiercely over it and staked our entire family fortunes against each other," Fang Senyan said seriously. "I have finally encountered an authority figure who can confirm it and loudly declare it a gold coin. Might I then make a small, insignificant suggestion to the respected Grand Duke Punk Goldbar?"

"An insignificant... suggestion?" the old Goblin was very wary. "Of course, a suggestion that does not involve my purse!"

"If... if I were to use this trifling ancient gold coin as payment, would I be fortunate enough to receive a certificate of appraisal personally issued by Grand Duke Punk Goldbar?" Fang Senyan asked cautiously.

"Payment? I haven't heard that delightful word in over ten thousand years!" Grand Duke Punk beamed, "Though your request is rather presumptuous, given my inherently kind nature, I shall agree." The spectral Goblin then began to prepare to draft the certificate, only to realize there was no paper or pen anywhere. It started growing agitated.

Fang Senyan frowned: "Respected Mr. Punk Goldbar, you must know that time is money. Since you have already promised me, we should not waste any more of our time. I can only give you five more minutes; otherwise, I will have no choice but to reclaim this lovely gold coin."

"Reclaim? The coin? No!!" Punk Goldbar shrieked in fury. "No one takes a coin from Punk's hands! Especially such a lovely treasure brimming with mystery and the unknown! It is more important than my very life!"

"Then you must issue me the certificate!" Fang Senyan yelled back equally furious. "Otherwise, it's fraud!"

"Fraud?" Punk Goldbar’s eyes suddenly lit up: "That might be an excellent solution! Thank you for the reminder, young man! Hahahaha!"

It let out a satisfied, piercing shriek of laughter and scampered toward the side of the dais. As it stepped off the platform, its entire form blurred and vanished into the air. Then, countless resentments formed into faces and drifted out from where it disappeared, floating up toward the sky. For Punk Goldbar, the purpose of its existence as a specter was to endlessly dwell on the wrongdoings committed against it by the Demon King of old. But now, its entire focus had been diverted to this never-before-seen ancient gold coin. Its obsession having been successfully detached, it naturally found release. This, in another way, confirmed the inherent nature of Goblins... Gold surpasses all else!

At this moment, there was no obstruction left between Fang Senyan and the mysterious Demon King seated upon the throne! Fang Senyan could no longer suppress his surging curiosity and stepped forward. He immediately saw sitting upon the golden throne a short, hunched figure wrapped in a great black cloak, appearing no taller than one and a half meters, with his head and face completely obscured. On his left shoulder perched a ragged, filthy sack made of burlap. Together, they exuded an air of shifty, slimy wretchedness.

"This is the Demon King spoken of by the Goblins? Could this fellow also be a Goblin? And even the so-called God couldn't deal with him?" Fang Senyan could hardly believe his eyes. He suddenly recalled the mural he had seen earlier—a towering, majestic figure waving a hand and causing enemies to turn to dust, and that figure was also carrying a sack... Instantly, Fang Senyan nearly spat blood. He had guessed that artistic embellishment must have a gap with reality, but how could the gap be this vast!

Perhaps Fang Senyan's movement was too sudden, possibly stirring the air. The short figure in the black cloak on the throne suddenly tilted and tumbled! With a crack, it fell onto the golden throne, and numerous brittle, dry bones scattered outwards. Before they even hit the ground, they turned to powder in the air, and the short, cloaked figure instantly disintegrated into dust as well, leaving the golden throne gleaming as before.

Seeing the scattering bones, Fang Senyan immediately noticed that the skeleton was also quite thin, clearly the bones of a short Goblin—He combined the characteristics of Goblins he knew with what he had just witnessed and suddenly felt as if the entire truth of the story had effortlessly revealed itself: Ten thousand years ago, the last monarch of the Goblin Empire was incredibly narcissistic, cruel, and tyrannical, possessing some superhuman abilities. His brutality and power, magnified through whispers and stories, inspired awe and terror in all. This ruler, like Qin Shi Huang, obsessively amassed wealth to build his mausoleum, eventually inciting the fury of the nobility, causing the entire empire to collapse... However, because the Demon King himself was a Goblin, later generations of Goblins felt no psychological burden in wildly glorifying him. After successive layers of artistic refinement, this resulted in the story Infinite had recounted. As for the signpost that had stood before the tomb, Fang Senyan now scoffed: Fine. If such a short and wretched fellow could be artistically embellished into an Ultraman-like slayer on a mural, it was only natural for the Goblins to exaggerate in writing as well.

Having figured everything out, Fang Senyan felt a sudden sense of anticlimax and waved his hand, preparing to leave. However, at that very moment, a chain of notifications from the Nightmare Mark struck Fang Senyan, leaving him utterly dumbfounded!