You have evolved! Evolution path [House Cat] has been chosen.

[Adorable] has upgraded to [Adorable Disposition]

[Adorable Disposition] Most intelligent species will find you Adorable. You may no longer be viewed as a threat by those with lower charisma then yourself. This does not bypass immunity to charisma based effects.

You have gained the following evolution perks!

[Social animal] [Adorable form] [Sunbathing] [Cute Begger] [Party Pet]

[Social Animal] Your understanding of intelligent species is a near instinct to you. Gain +2 charisma when attempting to Gauge the mood or thoughts of Social species.

[Adorable form] your physical form has changed to be more Adorable to most species. You are immune to any physical Alteration of yourself. Including blessings and curses. You cannot suffer permanent scarring or any other physical deformity with the exception of lost limbs. All deformities will heal until gone so long as you remain alive.

[Sunbathing] You heal and recover faster when sleeping or napping under the sun.

[Cute begger] Those with lower charisma then you will feel compelled to give food, money, candy and other small items to you.

[Party pet] your party may reduce recovery time and ease mental fatigue including mind effecting ailments by taking care of 1 or more of your needs.

You may now progress your over all class beyond level 10.

I felt the world come back after a second. The darkness fading as a world of colors and sounds assaulted me with its full force. After a bit I began to get my bearings.... something was wrong.... very wrong.

Everything around me seemed larger. Not by a lot but just enough to be disconcerting. It was as if everything around me had grown by a few inches. A horrible thought crossed my mind.

No! It couldn't be! But I had to know, so I looked towards a mirror that Roland kept to the side of his desk. My heart nearly stopped when I saw it. Saw me.

you have resisted [Instant Death].

I was smaller now by at least an inch or two. The fangs in my mouth had become smaller, cuter. Even my eyes had grown bigger. My tunic fit even more loosely on my small frame. But of all these changes one thing stood out the most!

My hair had changed from a dark raven color to a lighter shade of blond. With specks of green around the bangs and ears. Even my tail was now blond. I couldn't be blond! I didn't drink mochas or talk about boys! Okay calm down me!

Do I still hate most of the human race? Check.

Do I still like my coffee black? Check? It's hard to tell since this world didn't have coffee.

Okay I'm still me. I let out a sigh of relief only to hear Roland chuckle. I whirled around on him to give him a death stare only.....I pouted instead. Uh that was new and terrifying at the same time. I was beginning to regret life choices for the first time in my 2 lives.

"Not used to the evolution ay? Don't worry that's normal." The goblin said with a bemused expression on his face. The basterd found this funnny.... I mean I would too but that's a small detail. "Why didn't you warn me!!??" I almost yelled but had another unpleasant surprise when I realized that even my voice sounded more high pitch. God I hate life! Or is it God's? Why the fuck do I even care?

"Oh there was no way for me to predict what evolution skills you would get!" Roland said defensively barely hiding his still bemused expression. I gave him a flat look. "Really I am not lying to you. Half the skills you got are extremely rare." The goblin said in a very seriose tone. After a bit of thinking I realized he had to be right. Many of the skills I had where to0 useful. suspiciously useful in fact.

I could almost hear Loki laughing when I realized that. Note to self, find a way to kill a god. With that lovely thought of murder my mood improved. Nothing like homicidal thoughts to make yourself feel better!

Still these where some really good skills. My mind was already flowing with ways that I could use them. If I prepared and planned I could kill rival gang leaders without ever being suspected. Although that would probably only work on smaller less organized gangs. But still if my [Party Pet] worked with large groups that would be infinitely useful.

Roland spoke after a bit "I see that you can see the usefulness of those skills. I would be careful however, as skills like that have equal downsides."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked as dread filled my heart.

The goblin seemed to think for a moment before continuing on. "It will be much harder to get people to respect you for one. Though that only matters if you plan to use fear and intimidation on your party. Many of your skills will only become stronger as you level making you more of a target for kidnapping."

I almost sighed in relief. While those might sound bad in theory for a prospecting criminal overlord. They were in fact less so when you got down to the facts. Running an organization on fear and respect is simply asking for your men to betray you or run their operations poorly. Greed and loyalty where far more effective.

As for the higher risk of being kidnapped..... well it would save me some time looking for the groups who did such things. Those types of groups where best removed before they caught the attention of the feds... or well I guess knights in this situation.

Well with that lovely distraction it was time to get to the end goal of my stay here. Those lovely... lovely tunnels.

I grabbed a vial of [Speed] from my bag and a syringe before placing both on Roland's desk. Explaining between grunts of effort, god I hated being smaller, what the drug did. Roland looked on with a mixture of bemusment and quiet contemplation.

"This is a very useful potion you have made. The ingredients may be hard to get for most cities but not for goblins. Gods damned this drug could easily win a war if used appropriately. I am assuming you have a price in mind?" Roland asked in a business like tone. I could tell that the bemused expression he was wearing was a mask that he wore while he studied me.

I smiled. He smiled back. I had the basterd hooked. "I was hoping to use the goblin tunnels to sell my potions and syringes to those who would not attempt to mass produce or copy them" the goblin seemed to think it over.

"What you are asking for is not a simple matter. While we certainly have such people we would be willing to trade with. We are often payed the wealth of nations. I will need something other then just this potion before I can consider this offer." I had been expecting as much to be honest. I simply smiled even wider as I pulled a parchment of paper. On It was an accent recipe that had changed the very history of my world.

"Tell me Roland. Have you ever heard of gunpowder?"