"Useless!"
Somewhere in a Hyperspace Interlayer in District 1.
The Goblin God listened grimly to the information reported by its subordinate Apostles.
"I only told him to buy Items related to machinery, and he actually exposed his identity? Damn it..."
It struck its scepter in anger. None of the Apostles around it dared so much as breathe loudly.
"How much is left before the Abyssal Machinery is complete?"
"It is ninety-nine percent complete. The shell is finished. All it needs now is for you, great Goblin God, to pour your divine power into it and insert the final gear."
Its expression eased a little.
It raised its black, bean-like eyes and looked up.
A pitch-black humanoid mech, roughly fifteen meters tall, stood there.
The black mech was covered in restraints and Goblin Technology.
Its original appearance was all but buried beneath these devices.
Only a pair of crimson eyes, not yet lit, remained exposed.
"Heh heh, foolish humans. They have no idea how powerful the Abyssal Machinery is, actually trading it to me for a mere few thousand coins."
The Goblin God held an automatically rotating black gear in its hand.
It walked straight up to the mech. Jet Machinery assembled beneath its feet and carried it up to the Abyssal Mech's forehead, where it inserted the gear into the slot.
"You will become my body and bear the divine power of the great Goblin God!"
"Your will is meaningless. Everything about you will be under my control!"
The Goblin God.
Even among C-rank deities, it was considered a bottom feeder.
It believed itself to possess wisdom surpassing that of all other deities.
But the limitations of being a goblin, along with the Goblin God's deliberate suppression, left it no possibility of advancing.
To escape its current circumstances, the path