Goblin Library - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

“Tiger’s eyebrow.”
At Bamboo Sword Goblin’s words, Tae-poong accepted the glasses and examined the lenses. Despite appearing ancient, the lenses were remarkably clean, and everything beyond them came into sharp focus.
That remark meant the lenses possessed optical power.
“It seems to have a prescription?”
That meant the lens had a prescription.
“It seems like there’s a prescription in it?”
“When you wear them, they’ll adjust to match your vision.”
Following Bamboo Sword Goblin’s explanation, Tae-poong carefully put on the glasses.
Whoosh!
Immediately, everything appeared remarkably clear and vivid.
‘Just from putting on one pair of glasses, everything looks this crisp?’
My vision had always been normal—perfectly fine without correction. Yet with these glasses on, the difference was striking; my field of view became so sharp it was almost disorienting.
“But tiger’s eyebrow? Is that like a goblin’s headband or something?”
“It’s different, but you don’t need to know the details. If you need a specific book, focus your eyes and think of the title or author. Then you’ll see where that book is located. Think of it as a kind of book navigation system.”
“Ah….”
As Tae-poong nodded and curiously fingered the bridge of the glasses, Bamboo Sword Goblin spoke again.
“If you don’t like the design, touch the frame while imagining the style you want, and it’ll change. If you’re unsure, you can even copy a design directly from a luxury eyewear magazine.”
With that, Bamboo Sword Goblin walked toward the far end of the Goblin Library. At the distant end, which required a considerable walk to reach, stood a single door—the dwelling place of Bamboo Sword Goblin.
Of course, Tae-poong had never entered it.
Watching Bamboo Sword Goblin depart, I gently ran my hand over the glasses I now wore.
“But what exactly is a tiger’s eyebrow?”
I knew what tigers looked like, but tiger’s eyebrows? I’d never given them a moment’s thought.
Of course, being animals, they must have eyebrows, but still.
“Surely they didn’t actually make these from a tiger’s eyebrows?”
Pondering this, I fiddled with the glasses briefly before turning my gaze toward the direction of the bookshelves.
“Luxury eyewear magazine.”
Unsure whether a magazine dedicated solely to eyewear even existed, I muttered softly while focusing my eyes, and a small arrow appeared in my vision.
Just as Bamboo Sword Goblin had described, the arrow functioned like a navigation system, pointing somewhere specific.
Following the arrow, I could see magazines displayed on a nearby shelf.
Everything from fashion magazines to cooking publications was arranged in remarkable variety. Among the countless periodicals, the arrow pointed to one in particular.
Upon inspection, it was indeed an eyewear magazine. Published from abroad, it contained only English text, no Korean.
“I only need to look at the designs.”
Muttering softly, I flipped through the magazine rapidly. Finding a sleek black-framed design that caught my eye, I paused on that page and touched the frame with my hand.
“Will this work?”
Muttering quietly as I gazed at the magazine’s glasses, I watched the frame color shift before my eyes.
Unable to confirm whether the design was actually changing on the frames I wore, but seeing the color transform, I removed the glasses to look.
The glasses had transformed into the exact design from the magazine—exquisitely refined, with a luxury logo elegantly embossed on the arms. I smiled at the sight.
“I could get addicted to this.”
Tae-poong, who had been examining the glasses, flipped through another page and began reshaping the frames with various designs as he studied the photographs.
Each time, he pulled out his phone and took a picture of himself to see how it looked.
After selecting the frame design that suited him best, Tae-poong glanced at the bookshelves.
“Let me clean first, then search for the book.”
Tae-poong murmured softly and approached the storage room where the cleaning supplies were kept. Standing before the storage door, he retrieved a yellow key from his pocket.
“You said it works like a game macro.”
Tae-poong muttered as he recalled how macros functioned in games.
First, it was crucial to establish a starting point. If the starting point was set incorrectly, the entire macro configuration could become corrupted.
With that in mind, Tae-poong gripped the yellow key and murmured.
“Clean.”
As the thought formed, a faint light emanated from the yellow key before vanishing.
Seeing this, Tae-poong wasted no time opening the storage door and stepping inside. He emerged carrying cleaning supplies.
“Save.”
Testing the key as if programming a macro, Tae-poong spoke the word “save” and observed the yellow key.
It appeared unchanged. Tae-poong returned the items to their original places.
After closing the door and stepping out, Tae-poong gripped the key and spoke.
“Clean start.”
The moment the words left his lips, his body began moving on its own.
“What?”
Bewildered, Tae-poong’s body was already opening the storage door and carrying cleaning supplies outside.
His body came to a halt at the spot where he had been standing moments before. Only then did Tae-poong realize his movements had replayed exactly as before, and he stared at the cleaning tools in his hands with a dumbfounded expression.
“What is this?”
His actions had indeed been recorded. Perfectly, even. But it was nothing like what Tae-poong had imagined.
He had envisioned the cleaning supplies moving autonomously according to the recorded pattern, cleaning on their own.
Instead, the key had recorded his body’s movements and forced him to repeat them exactly.
With a bewildered expression, Tae-poong quickly pulled out his phone.
Then he called Pot Goblin.
[Tae-poong!]
At the cheerful, high-pitched tone of Pot Goblin’s voice answering the phone, Tae-poong found himself smiling involuntarily.
It felt good to have someone answer so warmly. Of course, she was a goblin, and somehow he felt a bit deceived, but still.
“I apologize for calling so early in the morning.”
[No, no. I’ve been up writing and haven’t slept yet.]
“It seems you haven’t slept either while writing, boss. Do people usually write at night?”
[Emotional work is best done at night.]
Hearing Pot Goblin’s laughing voice, Tae-poong spoke hesitantly.
“I tried using that key.”
[Yeah? How is it? Do you like it?]
“Well… it’s my body that moves.”
[Right.]
“Is… is that how it’s supposed to work?”
[That’s right.]
At Pot Goblin’s confident affirmation, Tae-poong hesitated for a moment before asking.
“Then couldn’t I just clean it myself? Is there really a need to use the club?”
I phrased the question as carefully as possible—trying to convey that my feelings weren’t hurt and I was merely curious—and Pot Goblin replied.
[You don’t need to think while cleaning. Your body moves on its own.]
“That’s… true, I suppose.”
[How convenient it is that your body moves on its own and does the cleaning for you.]
At Pot Goblin’s words, Tae-poong let out a small sigh and spoke.
“Understood.”
[Right. Oh! I uploaded my novel, so take a look at it.]
“Understood.”
With that, Tae-poong ended the call and sighed as he looked at the key.
“So the cleaning tools don’t move on their own while making rustling sounds.”
He had thought that once he cleaned once, the cleaning would happen automatically afterward. Then from tomorrow onward, he could turn on the macro and do something else or read a book instead… but it turned out the cleaning macro required his own body to execute it. Tae-poong stared at the key for a moment, then sighed and nodded.
“Even in-game macros require the character to move accordingly.”
After muttering that to himself, he put the cleaning tools back in the storage and closed the door.
Then he grasped the key and spoke.
“Let’s clean.”
With those words, Tae-poong opened the door himself and took out the cleaning tools to prepare.
It wouldn’t be as convenient as he’d hoped, but it was still better than nothing. Once he set it up, the cleaning would happen automatically without needing deep thought or attention.
Still, thinking that this was better than nothing, Tae-poong began to clean.
First, he dusted and wiped the shelves, then pushed the mop across the floor. It was simple work, but the library was so vast that it took quite a while.
Wringing out the mop, pushing the large mop, shaking it out, and cleaning again… by the time he finished, it was well past eleven o’clock.
After organizing the supplies and putting them away in storage, Tae-poong saved the macro.
“Save.”
Whoooosh!
A crimson light poured forth from the key.
And then, Tae-poong’s phone rang.

Taepung checked his phone screen at the sudden incoming call.

“Pot Goblin”
“hello.”
Tae-poong answered the call.
“Hello?”
[There’s an error in the Goblin Bat, so I called.]
“An error?”
Tae-poong saw the key emitting a crimson glow.
‘Does this red light mean there’s an error?’
As Tae-poong pondered this, Pot Goblin spoke.
[It looks like you created macros with the same name.]
“The same name…. Oh! That’s right.”
Now that I thought about it, I had created the first macro as “Let’s clean” and the second one as “Let’s clean” as well.
Saving two macros under the same command seemed to have triggered the error.
[Just a moment….]
Along with her words, a yellow light flowed from the key.
[Done.]
“What is it?”
[I’ve added a game system-like function to the key so it’s easier for you to use. Call it the macro list.]
“Macro list.”

Then a rectangular screen appeared before Tae-poong’s eyes. And there was….
1. Let’s Clean (Duration 03:26:32)
「1. Let’s clean (Duration 00:00:54)

-A macro with an identical name already exists. Please delete one or change its name.」
[Two identical commands appear on the screen?]
A system window message like those in game screens appeared.
[You see two identical commands on the screen, right?]
“Yes.”
[I figured explaining it verbally would be inconvenient for you, so I implemented it just like an item function in games instead. Just use it the way you would in a game. Then use it well.]
After ending the call with Pot Goblin, Tae-poong stared at the screen for a moment.

Tae-poong pressed the “Let’s clean” entry with the shorter duration with his finger. Just as he would press a name floating above Cha Im-beom’s head.

「Delete/Change Command」
Then the macro disappeared and only ‘Let’s clean’ remained.
When the system window appeared, Tae-poong pressed delete and erased it.
The macro disappeared, leaving only a single ‘Clean Up’ command.
Tae-poong repositioned himself and activated the ‘Clean Up’ macro.
My body automatically opened the storage door and stepped inside. Then I gathered the cleaning tools and came back out.
As I watched my body automatically begin cleaning, I glanced to the side of my vision.
There, the currently active macro and elapsed time were displayed.
‘It’s working well. So to turn it off… that must be the stop button.’
The moment I saw the stop button next to the macro and thought about pressing it, my body froze.
Stagger!
And I stumbled slightly.
My moving body had suddenly stopped, throwing off my balance.
“I’ll need to prepare myself before stopping it mid-action.”
Stopping the macro while in an awkward position was a recipe for falling.
After testing the macro function in various ways, I slipped the key into my pocket. Then, looking at the bookshelves, I touched the frame of my glasses with my hand and focused my eyes.
“Dung Carrier Goblin books.”
As I murmured, an arrow immediately appeared.

I pulled out one of the books to examine it.
Author: Shitty Goblin

Author: Dung Carrier Goblin
“Let’s see. Who is the main character I met yesterday?”
I checked the covers of the other books as well, and while the protagonists were all different, the author was always Dung Carrier Goblin.
“Let me see. Who was the protagonist I met yesterday?”
I flipped through each book and opened to the last page. Since it happened yesterday, it should be written toward the end.
After flipping through the books, I could quickly identify which one covered the story of the person I’d met yesterday.
The protagonist of the very first book was Oh Jang-hyuk. I put the other books back on the shelf and sat down in a Reading Room chair to start reading the Oh Jang-hyuk book.
Oh Jang-hyuk was an unpopular man—a so-called stubborn, tyrannical boss.
He thought nothing of dumping work on his subordinates and squeezing subcontractors.
And….
He had even followed fire trucks rushing to fire scenes. By following behind a siren-blaring fire truck, traffic wouldn’t be congested. Learning that Oh Jang-hyuk had committed similar underhanded tricks before, just like what I’d witnessed yesterday, I squinted my eyes.
“This guy’s a repeat offender.”
As I muttered irritably, a peevish voice came from the book.
[Hmph! If you don’t like it, don’t look. This book wasn’t written for you.]
Startled by the sudden voice, I froze.
“Dung Carrier Goblin?”

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