Eldritch Creature's Guide

Even he admitted that dealing with Yvraine from the start was problematic at best and humiliating at average. Not that he cared for her pretty insults or attending to her whims, he had experienced worse; at least their relationship was purely business at the start, and he knew what to expect from her.

Now it was very hard to tell what their relationship was exactly; it would probably be a weird one. It long ago stopped being a purely business relationship based on the exchange of mutual benefits. Even someone dense as him noticed that this was going in a weird way, something he didn't wish to continue.

He took out one cigarette because he finally found a brand that suited his taste before he conjured a spark of fire on top of his finger, litting it up. He had been smoking for years already, and thankfully after becoming an Old Deus, he didn't need to feel about the side effects.

In truth, one was partially immune to most mortal illnesses after becoming supernatural and didn't have any kind of effect on him; he was just smoking because, for him, it was a heavily ritualized activity that he was so used to it that he couldn't really stop.

After he inhaled a deep breath of smoke, he looked at the sky on the 3rd Floor as he reminisced about the past. Suddenly he was getting a bad feeling when he was thinking about it, as his mind was subconscious to his last experience in being romantic relationship... if it could even be called such.

Abruptly, when he was thinking about the temperature dropping down at exponential speed, and soon enough, even his breath was visible. Everything in his vicinity started slowly freezing, and life was leaving the realm of the living from his environment as the kingdom of frost and ice was descending.

He hated these memories, he wished to get rid of them, but they always resurfaced, even if he used magical means to seal part of his memories through Magic Seals.

At least, whatever it was, it was still better than that.

When he was still Patrick Smith, it happened when he was 17, only several months before he became supernatural; he somehow managed to get into a relationship with a girl, her name was Violet.

Make no mistake, before becoming Samiel Zentaur, and when he was mostly sane, he was a below-average nerd or otaku, with weight problems and social awkwardness on level 100. But his persona as Patrick Smith wasn't bad; he was a kind person, polite, attentive, one could say.

Basically a perfect friendzone stereotype material. He already didn't know what exactly led him to that, but once during his more depressive periods about, he asked her for a date, and to his shock, she said yes.

He still remembered the day, the feeling of how it filled with endless confidence and happiness. When he was already mentally preparing for the swift rejection, suddenly, something that turned his worldview upside down came.

He was so elated that he, for one second, didn't doubt it, which was one of the greatest mistakes he had committed in his whole life. After several months of "happiness", something of his ever paranoid nature finally resurfaced when he once asked a question to himself.

Why him?

They were like two worlds apart.

He was a fat, below-average-looking, socially awkward otaku who had problems not stuttering and even talking when they first met. He was neither handsome, fit, or anything women like her preferred or that he thought.

She was a beautiful woman, a very social person, who was his total opposite. Usually, types of men, of those like her, were some handsome "Alpha Males" with six packs and nice faces who didn't talk about 20 differences between real concepts o dragons and wyverns used in modern fantasy shows and movies.

Then one day, by an "accident", he was able to overhear the conversation she had with some of her friends. So yeah, getting netorared was one of a hell experience. Specifically when the entire relationship between them was just part of a bet on who could lead around the fool for a longer time.

"One more reason for the destruction of that dammed world... only bad memories... only the bad memories... only the bad memories... only the bad memories... only the bad memories..."

He started repeating it several times after, like a broken machine.

"AAAHHHHHH!"

He then roared in rage as a burst of frost exploded from his body, freezing everything in diameter of several tens of meters to ice sculptures. Everything ranging from the smaller microorganism to humongous trees and birds flying in the air were frozen to icicles.

Every speck of life that was in the area was killed due to being frozen in a split of seconds.

"..."

After several seconds he calmed down considerably to regain a clear mind while looking around the frozen area which was created by his outburst.

"Hmm... at least it is beautiful."

He muttered as he left the place, which was frozen, and entered deeper into the forest.

***

Somewhere on the 3rd Floor.

After walking for several hours, Samiel finally arrived at the area, which was under the control of the Troll Colony. After walking straight for several hours through the illustrious and claiming forests of the 3rd Floor, Samiel calmed down enough to be capable of rational thoughts once more, not losing himself in his rage and depression.

The Troll Colony was located in the ruins of a smaller settlement, severely thousand kilometers from Zephystrand City. It was a colony of the Forest Trolls; this subspecies of Trolls was one of the weaker ones among all Troll Species.

Samiel was able to cross this distance just within one day, as he didn't really hurry and was taking his time strolling the ancient forests of the 3rd Floor.

The settlement was a very small one, and when it was still standing, it was just some random village or whatever. Then it was overrun by the periodical Magical Beast Horde, and it was destroyed.

Several decades later, these ruins were found by a small colony of Forest Trolls, who decided to make their home there. Samiel stood on the top of one bigger tree in the vicinity of the Troll Village, as he called it while observing the place.

Forest Trolls managed to repair it considerably, but not at the same time. From the point of view of your average Troll, then yes, they created and construction marvel by erecting a wooden fence and wooden gate.

Though Samiel had to admit, they did a good work of filling the gaps and places around the walls of the village, which were destroyed a long time ago by the Magical Beast Horde. Thus for their standard, it was a good fortification.

Samiel writes it off as an achievement of the mutated Troll, who was probably smarter than the rest of his kind. He counted around fifty Steel-Tier Forest Trolls who were on guard duty together under the leadership of 7 Bronze-Tier ones.

Samiel summoned all of his 270 Bronze-Tier Undead. All of his Undead were very strong, mainly because they were resurrected from strong Ork Warriors or other strong material Samiel came across.

He also invested a lot of resources into cultivating these Undeads; a lot of Mana Crystals were used to buy some suitable Equipment to replace the destroyed one because he wanted his Undead to be properly armored.

It was not out of fear of injury that would be ridiculous, not.

Samiel realized that if he tanked them and gave them strong armor inscribed with defensive Runes, which he could do himself, as he dabbled a bit into a Rune Magic, the combat efficiency of his Undead would increase by 125% to 160%, depending on the situation.

While Samiel was only a Level because he purposely advanced just by one Level during this year, he still packed enormous firepower, and this was still without using the Soul Force Crystals to create some Unique Undeads.

After he returned to Zephystrand, he planned to create some Death Knights or some other mutated special Undead with the Soul Force Crystals he obtained from Estrid. The rest of the Crystals would probably be eaten by him when he reached Level 25 because that would ease up his breakthrough to the Bronze-Tier.

"Dun, dun, dun, dun."

He said some nonsensical words that didn't even exist while he prepared to give a command for his Undead to attack.

"Let the Void be our Protectors in this bright hour, and Chaos we unleash upon enemies of ours."

He muttered silently the chant that the Gospel recorded to be a protection prayer to the Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, the Black Pharaon, and the one who dwelled in darkness and spread chaos and carnage on the enemies of the Kadath.

Not all Outer Gods were "mortal friendly", said for idiots. There was an entire plethora of the Outer Gods who were hostile towards the mortals and those who wanted nothing else than just destruction and carnage, not really different from Evil Gods or some other unsavory entities.

The ones who were were the ones mostly worshipped by the Hall of Kadath, and they were mainly the Azathoth and his direct descendants. These Outer Gods were the most powerful and were also the most intelligent because, relatively often, many Outer Gods were acting just on their instincts alone, nothing more and nothing less.

Immediately after finishing the short prayer, he ordered the Undead attack as the small horde of armored 270 Undeads moved at the same time, and under cover of darkness and forest, they approached the Troll Village.

As the Undeads approached the village with high speed, Trolls were perfectly unaware of anything as they "watched" and carried out "guard duty" on the top of the wooden palisades and self-made fences.

After several minutes, Samiel saw how a mini horde of almost 300 Undeads tore through the gate or rather the blockade the Forest Trolls made in the village. It was a spectacle to watch, as the Undeads breached the fortification that the Forest Trolls patched up somehow and were already killing one Troll after another.

Some of the more agile and faster Undead managed to jump over the palisades and started clearing them out.

Unfortunately for the Forest Trolls, they were weaker and worse equipped compared to the Undead. All of Samiel's Undead were equipped with rather cheap armors, but those were all Dwarven-made, so even if it was manufactured en masse, still dwarven quality was superb even if it was just mass produced.

Not to mention that every piece of armor was engraved with some basic defensive runes, which even further increased.