Squelch, squelch!
From deep within the corpse repository covered in brains came the constant sounds of flesh being devoured.
Eugenis stood respectfully to the side, watching his senior eat.
Though he felt somewhat heartbroken over the living creatures being consumed, they had volunteered... It was repayment for the blessings the other had once bestowed upon their entire race.
Professor Morgan was greedily swallowing a special type of brain with a chrysanthemum-like opening at its top.
Devouring these high-quality brains rapidly replenished his Brain Matter Deficiency,
while the negative emotion of "endless greed" gradually faded away.
"As expected of a technological race that could contend with our kind in ancient times... These fellows' brains still taste so distinctive! As compensation, I'll give you some researchers."
That was right.
What Professor Morgan was eating were the "Ancient Ones" Eugenis had voluntarily offered from within the Black Meat Mountain.
"It's fine, as long as you are satisfied... I have always wanted to thank you for the help you gave our race back then. This can be considered the fulfillment of a long-held wish."
Antarctica had once been exceedingly chaotic.
As the primary point of invasion during the World Cataclysm, the Ancient Ones had completely fallen, leaving behind only a very small number of survivors.
With the fall of the Ancient Ones and the complete collapse of their social structure, the Shoggoth Clan, once wholly enslaved by the Ancient Ones, was finally liberated.
Yet although they had gained freedom, they did not know how to make use of it.
At first, they only knew to indulge their desires without restraint, devouring the essence of the meat mountain and wantonly carrying out the foulest forms of material metabolism.
The Black Meat Mountain had once transformed into a cesspit and garbage dump for Shoggoths.
Until Professor