Andrew smiled and asked, "Hoggoth, say it straight. How do you want to compete?"
"We compete by training disciples."
Hoggoth said, "My disciple and your disciple will fight. Mechanical Demon King, I won't deny that I have a slight advantage, but not by much. After all, you've trained quite a few capable helpers yourself."
"I don't mind you having an advantage, but are you sure you want to compete with me in this?"
Andrew raised his hand, and Galadriel's projection appeared in midair. "She counts as half my disciple. I taught her Technology Magic personally, step by step. She's about to break through to the Skyfather level."
"About to break through to the Skyfather level?"
Hoggoth's teeth ached. Because of his abilities, he had taught a great many disciples, but the strongest among them was only at Prime Homelander's level, still quite a distance from becoming a Skyfather.
It couldn't be helped. Hoggoth's disciples had started out as ordinary people, so their foundations were too weak. Their rate of improvement could not match people like Homelander and Soldier Boy.
"I mean finding a disciple in this world and training them from scratch."
Hoggoth immediately changed his mind. He said, "The time limit will be two months. After two months, they will have a match. Of course, this is a fair competition, so no underhanded methods are allowed.
"For example, forcibly activating all of the other person's potential and having them die after the match—that's forbidden. Also, they must be under eighteen. People like Voldemort and Dumbledore are not allowed.
"And we'll compete in magic and supernatural abilities. No other methods are permitted, such as turning someone into the Grim Reaper."
The Ancient One chuckled inwardly. Hoggoth truly feared Andrew, or he would not have imposed so many conditions.
"Die after