**The Goblin Conqueror**

A notification screen materialized before Darren's eyes, flashing with excitement: "Goblin Language Unlocked". He gazed at the submission of the rival tribe's leader, a sense of pride and accomplishment swelling within him. The leader, still pinned to the ground, glared up at Darren with a mix of fear and hatred. Darren's grip on the spear remained firm as he began to interrogate the goblin. "Where is your tribe's main settlement?" Darren demanded, his voice firm and commanding. The leader hesitated, but the weight of Darren's spear and the fear of the unknown seemed to loosen his tongue. "Our tribe is located... a day's journey north from here," he stammered. "We have a large cave system with multiple entrances and exits. Our tribe consists of 15 members, including 3 elderly and 2 young ones." Darren's eyes narrowed, processing the information. "How many warriors do you have?" The leader hesitated, then nodded. "We have 8 warriors, including myself. We also have 2 hunters and 3 elderly who provide for our needs." Darren's gaze turned cold. "And what of your infrastructure? Do you have any notable resources or advantages?" The leader swallowed hard, then began to explain. "We have a nearby stream that provides fresh water and a small hunting ground. We've also set up traps and alarms to protect our tribe." Darren's eyes sparkled with excitement as he absorbed the information. This tribe, though smaller, had potential. With his own tribe of 5, he could easily overpower and dominate them. A plan began to form in his mind. He would take over this tribe, absorb their resources, and strengthen his own tribe. The female mouse, caught earlier, would prove valuable in his plans for expansion and breeding. As he stood over the submission of the rival tribe, Darren made a decision. "You will lead me to your tribe's settlement," he commanded. "And you will introduce me as your new leader." The leader's eyes widened, but he nodded meekly. Darren gestured to Scorch and Fang, who moved to surround the captive. Darren led the way, with the rival tribe's leader walking beside him. As they approached the rival tribe's cave, Darren could feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. He was about to take over a new tribe, and with it, a new era of power and dominance. The cave entrance loomed before them, dark and inviting. Darren stepped forward, his spear at the ready. The rival tribe's leader led the way, calling out to his own tribe. The sound of murmurs and shuffling feet echoed through the cave, and soon, the rival tribe emerged, wary and uncertain. Darren stood tall, his presence commanding attention. "I'm taking over," he announced, his voice firm and authoritative. "You will obey me, and I will protect and provide for you." The rival tribe exchanged nervous glances, but Darren's confidence and strength seemed to reassure them. They nodded, one by one, accepting their new leader. Darren smiled, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. His tribe had grown, and with it, his power. The future looked bright, and he was eager to explore the possibilities.