Azathoth was once an Ancient God, but after his soul transmigrated, the Heavenly Dao throttled his Ancient God powers:
His tentacles can now only be used to rub the backs of elders at the immortal sect. (Elder: “This feels even silkier than a spirit pet!”)
His whispers can now only be used to sing “Lone Warrior” to his fellow disciples. (Fellow disciple: “Please stop singing! You’re driving me crazy!”)
His “Madness Domain” can now only persuade the cafeteria auntie to give him an extra scoop of rice. (Auntie: “That poor kid looks hungry...”)
But his peaceful, lunatic days are interrupted when the heirs to the legacies of other Ancient Gods come knocking:
A certain evil god, reincarnated as a contractor: “Azathoth, bro, lend me 100 spirit stones to pay my mortgage! If I don’t pay soon, the landlord’s going to kick me out and send me to a ‘Chaos Rental Room’!”
A certain Ruler of the Old Ones, formerly a top-tier star: “Azathoth, help me put on a concert in the Cultivation world! We’ll split the ticket profits fifty-fifty!”
A certain Outer God, reincarnated as an office drone: “Bro, the whole Ancient God scene is a mess. Why don’t we take the Cultivation-world civil service exam together?”
