King, a title of glory, was merely a shackle to certain beings.
IE69212, a member of the Eight-Armed Royal Clan, could theoretically become a General-level creature upon reaching adulthood. As long as she dared to fight and risk her life, she could receive a blessing from higher-ranking blood relatives and become a king.
The Red Star King had been a king for thirty years.
Before becoming a king, she had already conquered six small and medium-sized worlds. By the time she successfully advanced, the intelligent races she had destroyed probably numbered over a hundred.
The King of Red Star, the Destroyer of Ends, the moving Natural Disaster—she was the nightmare of mortal races, a true Natural Disaster, until...
"To answer our benefactor's summons is our glory."
Already a Three Star Lord, the Red Star King had answered her bloodline's call without hesitation and become a proud member of the Plane Expeditionary Force.
She was still young. Her blood had not yet cooled.
"...Why are you all so slack!"
On her first day at the front, she had flown into a furious rage.
And now, in her thirty-first year of service, she was still consumed by rage!
"Cowards, idiots, useless Scaly Monsters... Let me show you how true nobles fight."
So she abandoned her nominal superior, that "Three-Headed Overlord" who had muttered all night that he was still recovering from his wounds, and went onto the battlefield alone.
"I want to evolve! I want to receive grace! I want to become the new overlord!!"
"How could weak monkeys possibly stop a great race?"
The Eight-Armed octopus was crimson all over. Her already swollen body expanded further, transforming into a monster that seemed capable of devouring the sky.
With every sweep of her claws, not only were weak mortals unable to resist,