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Ozgeth had recently been born into this world and he was immediately given the task by his great father, Oggoth, to conquer the tribe of inferior living beings known as Raccoon-kin beastmen.

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He was one of the strongest Gazer born in the group that Oggoth forcefully developed, his strength almost reached Rank 7, and due to this, he led his siblings and the army designated to him into the group towards the Raccoon tribe to the south.

He had been just born, but he was already filled with ambitions, unlike most monsters, Gazer is incredibly intelligent and cunning as a race, and due to receiving the blessing of Oggoth, his children developed intelligence at a frightening pace, with deep egos and personalities blossoming in just a few hours.

Ozgeth desired to do as his father said and gather merit so he could one day replace the Gazer King, his older brother that was the closest of them all to Oggoth.

The moment he was born he understood the difference in strength and intelligence between himself and the pathetic monster races that he and his father controlled.

Using their psionic powers, they controlled the Orcs, Goblins, Kobold, Lizardmen, and many others to do their complete bidding, they were made to be used as spendable resources, as meat shields for them to use.

Even more, he thought this when he saw the captive beastmen and humans used as breeding stock for his army. He could not help but contemplate just how superior he was above all these lowly and unfortunate beings.

He barely recognized his siblings as above these monsters, and due to his talent above them, he was of course the superior Gazer as well. He was just a bit weaker than the King, he needed to get strong and dethrone him in no time.

"Fufufu, if these beastmen are just as lowly and pathetically weak as the ones in captivation, then there is nothing to worry about at all… I shall just use my powers and brainwash them in a go. Was there any need for father to create such a big army to aid us? He is such an overly cautious god… quite pathetic... perhaps he is too old for this new generation! Times for change will soon come, and I shall replace my brother in the throne, and then him in the high heavens of godhood, of course!"

He was not even a day old and he possessed an incredibly complex, yet naïve and arrogant personality.

Ozgeth was a Giant Gazer Wizard Lord, bigger than his siblings, being three times their size, being as big as a car. His entire body was a giant eyeball with a crimson red iris and a long jaw that extended horizontally from both sides below his iris, his eye was covered in hard red scales, and his tentacles were thick and muscular, he did not only possess immense magical and psionic power, but he also held outstanding physical strength by exerting the force of his tentacles. He was capable of slapping an Orc to death in three hits without even infusing any kind of magic into his tentacles.

Gazers, most of the time, were weak physically, but Ozgeth possessed the pros of both worlds without any noticeable weakness. He was the most talented Gazer that Oggoth had ever been giving birth to… only a bit weaker to the Gazer King due to stats and skills levels.

Certainly, he had a promising future.

"Move faster you lowly rats!" roared Ozgeth as he commanded the troops behind him, orcs, goblins, kobolds, and lizardmen whose eyes seemed in trance after being forcefully brainwashed by him and his siblings so they could obey orders with greater precision.

"Gaooo…"

"Gyagya…"

"Roar…"

The monsters marched while raising their weapons, hearing their master's commands, and obeying like mindless zombies.

From his incredible sight, Ozgeth had already detected the South Raccoon Tribe, it was barely surrounded by poorly constructed walls made with logs and two watch towers to glance atop the tall trees of the Devil Forest.

Ozgeth could not help but laugh at the lack of refinement from these lowly beings, incapable of even building a stronger and better fort against outside threats…

Before him and his army, there was an armored woman, surrounded by armed Raccoon men.

"Is that all? A heavily armored woman and a few weak men? Is this all you got-"

"Guoooonn!"

BOOM!

"Gyaaaaaa!"

"Bugyaaaaa!"

"Grishaaa!"

Suddenly, the ground below Ozgeth and his army roared as if it were alive, opening wide, as a pitfall made the entire army fall into a large hole filled with slippery dirt! The orcs, goblins, and more cried in fear and surprise, getting off their 'brainwashed' states out of cheer fear.

"…Eh? What is… how?"

Ozgeth was caught off guard due to some kind of trap from his enemy, he was filled with utter disbelief.

This trap was carefully set by Veronica beforehand, as she used hundreds of dead spirits floating all over the Devil Forest to convert a large area surrounding the tribe into golems, but let them slumbering until she gave them the signal of manipulating the dirt and opening it into a giant hole.

Of course, Gazers were not affected by such rudimentary traps, as they were able to naturally float in midair with their 'Flight' skill. But the rest of their army walked on land, so they all fell into this terrain disadvantage.

The dirt below was soft, and the monsters had tough skin, muscles, and bones, not many of them died in the fall aside from the smallest goblins or kobolds being crushed to death by the big orcs and lizardmen falling over them.

Ozgeth was surprised but not entirely lost.

"Well, move out of there quickly you useless rats!" he roared, as he glanced back at the tribe.

"So this is all they had, a stupid trap, it barely killed any of our troops anyways, pathetic traps for the pathetic low live rat- …eh?!"

However, as Ozgeth began to consider blasting the entire tribe with his magic, but slowly reconsidered it as his father wanted the tribe members alive, from within the ground, a giant earthworm covered in hard metallic purple scales and a gaping mouth filled with teeth appeared, beginning to massacre the confused troops of Ozgeth in a blink of his eye.

"GRISSHAA!"

Nidhogg had been waiting below the ground, and finally was allowed to go loose on his prey, devouring Orcs and Kobolds in a single bite, his scales were too hard for any physical attack to be effective and his speed was outstanding despite his giant body.

Suddenly, countless dark and metallic spiders surged led by Charlotte! Some of the metallic spiders, Veronica's clones opened as if they were living cars with spider legs, where Anna, Acathea, and Pekorina appeared alongside many other Squirrel-kin women armed with light yet sturdy armor and beautifully crafted weapons.

Ozgeth, who was too young to have some patience, was already losing it.

"Big brother! Behind you!" shouted one of his lowly siblings as Veronica appeared behind Ozgeth.

"Huh?!"

Ozgeth's siblings were too busy helping his troops deal with the new enemies, but they were barely doing anything to the rampaging Nidhogg, Charlotte, and Anna's party.

Veronica ran towards Ozgeth while activating 'Charge' and aimed her javelin towards Ozgeth's iris.

Combining both Javelin Technique and Artillery Technique, Veronica shaped her own arms with 'Body Form Manipulation' into some kind of device that fired javelins as if they were bullets.

"Javelin Bullet!"

Flash!

Ozgeth was too slow to notice or evade in time, trying to use his tentacles and a magic barrier to protect himself, he gnashed his fangs.

Crack, crack!

Clash!

However, Veronica's attack was charged with all of her power, breaking through his barriers and flesh, and penetrating right through his crimson iris, excruciating pain filled the Gazer's entire being as entire rivers of blood exploded out of the wound.

"UGH…! G-GYAAAAAA!"

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