Fusion with the Red Snakes

To this plane, Yogmoth's existence was merely a controllable factor.

Even if he followed the original course of fate and grew countless times stronger,

that would not change in the slightest.

Just as surfers were pushed to the crest by the waves, only to be slammed back down by those same waves.

The higher they stood at the summit, the greater the risk they had to bear when they fell.

If he was not careful, the future Yogmoth suddenly dropping dead on the spot would be perfectly normal.

And now, faced with someone so perfectly suited to him, Orsaga naturally had no intention of letting him die like that.

Moreover, he held Yogmoth's goal in some contempt.

Rebelling against just a single world—what kind of villain was that?

As an outstanding genius, he needed to set his sights farther. If he was going to do it, he had to do something big!

From now on, you're my tool!

With that thought in mind, Orsaga could not help casting Yogmoth a look that said, Laozi appreciates you. You're going to be my dog!

At that moment, faced with his silent, loving gaze, Yogmoth, an old villain, failed to detect Orsaga—yet under some inexplicable instinctive premonition, he still shuddered for no reason!

A feeling of Someone wants to harm me!! wildly surged up within him!

His brows immediately furrowed, and even the dissection experiment in his hands came to a halt.

He began considering how to ensure his own safety, and exactly which rabble wanted to harm him!

Then, with a perfectly serious expression, he listed a series of contingency plans in his mind.

Among them, the subordinates who outwardly obeyed but inwardly defied him drew particular attention.

This only made him more determined to turn all those fellows into flesh Divine