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Oggoth was in a state of disbelief.
He, a Demon God, who had the power to trample over most mortals was outsmarted by a bunch of measly mortals who did not even have a quarter of his age…
"If it wasn't because I am sealed… if it wasn't because I am sealed… I would destroy them! I would crush them with my very own tentacles!"
Oggoth, a god who most of the time remained coolheaded and calculative, was losing his mind.
He had slowly raised an army to finally take over two tribes of demi-humans that he desired to grow strong through their fear and worship, he planned it all carefully, from the number of soldiers to how many Gazers he made.
He was even extra cautious, making sure that the Gazers were at least of Rank 6, and over a dozen were made so not even if those two and their tamed monsters appeared, they would either die or escape after an arduous battle…
But everything was completely different from Oggoth's expectations.
