Yogmoth's True Mission

After quite a while.

Yogmoth barely managed to calm his wildly excited emotions. Savoring his abundant power, he sighed softly:

"Truly powerful..."

Originally, by his estimation, he absolutely should not have been strengthened to such an extent during this round of fusion.

Most likely, afterward he would still have needed to spend no small amount of effort to turn those disobedient subordinates into Oily Infections.

To that end, he had even prepared a plan to split those people into factions, set them against one another, and slowly devour them bit by bit.

But the results he had obtained now far exceeded his original expectations!

Just a trace of passive influence during the fusion had directly infected all of his more than a million subordinates into Oily Infections!

Recalling the sensation from not long ago, when he had remotely adjusted those infected through Glistening Oil,

Yogmoth's face involuntarily revealed a look of intoxication.

That feeling of using a virus as his primary perspective to alter things made him feel like a creator god, greatly satisfying his vanity!

As for why this fusion ritual had produced such exceptional results?

Yogmoth had not the slightest doubt.

His mind was filled with absurd thoughts like, Damn it, why am I so outstanding! Kekeke..., This venerable one's talent is truly terrifying..., Trash, hasagi...

Don't ask why it was like this. Ask, and the answer was that Orsaga had altered Yogmoth's mental circuitry in this regard.

Whenever he recalled anything related to it, he would personally patch over the question with a rational explanation.

And regardless of whether anyone else believed it, he himself would definitely believe it without question!

After shifting his attention away from his transformed subordinates.

Yogmoth sensed the faint fluctuations everywhere around him, and his heart still stirred with excitement.

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