The Guardian gods-Chapter 468

But unlike them, he was patient. He would not act hastily.

He would wait, Because time was on his side and no family, no unity, no empire lasts forever.

The Jaguar had long abandoned the idea of taking over this world. He had observed, he had learned, and he had adapted.

Watching the ascension of Björn, the first demon to rise to godhood in this era, had given him an idea—one far more practical than waging a war he could not win.

He would create his own realm.

A pocket dimension where he alone ruled, where his power would be absolute, untouchable by the influence of the Origin Gods and their divine hierarchy.

He could have stepped out at any time, declared his divinity, and his name would have been etched into the heavens.

His throne would be raised to the stars, his existence recognized.

But that would cost him his greatest advantage—the power of being forgotten, hidden, and underestimated.

And so, he remained in the shadows.

He had succeeded. Even if he was not yet a complete god, he was still a god in his own right.

Yet there was a drawback.

The pocket dimension granted him divine authority, but the moment he stepped outside, he would return to being mortal. He had no intention of leaving yet, as nothing in this world had moved him enough to do so.

But time had finally begun to favor him.

The demigods—the children of the Origin Gods—were rising. Unlike their parents, these new gods had not yet solidified their bonds. Their ambitions and desires had not been tested.

Conflict would come and for the first time, there would be a true opportunity.

However, that was no longer his concern.

His priority now was to carve his mark into the fabric of this world, to ensure that his existence became permanent, even if he remained hidden.

Yet, there was a problem.

His pocket dimension’s growth had stalled.

The resources and creatures of the Cursed Forest had been depleted. The unnatural expansion of his realm had reached its limit, and now, it would take centuries to grow at a natural pace.

Time was something he had in abundance, but at the same time, he was running out of it.

Because he knew one undeniable truth— No world would allow a god to exist freely in its background, unbound by its laws.

Sooner or later, the gods would notice him. Sooner or later, they would act.

But before that time came, the Jaguar had things to put in place.

The second phase of his plan had begun.

Krogan’s figure vanished, reappearing atop his throne—his massive werebeast form clad in regal robes, the air around him heavy with authority.

The great doors of his palace creaked open.

A towering figure entered first, his goat-like head bowed respectfully as he approached. Without a word, he took his seat.

Behind him came a burly figure with the head of an elephant, casually sipping from a living coconut, the fruit still pulsing with life. He made a simple bow before settling into his throne.

Next was a tall figure with the head of a dragon, his multiple eyes gleaming as he observed the room. He sat down first, then gave his bow—a sign of quiet confidence.

The last two to enter were just as imposing.

A golden-skinned titan with the head of a gorilla, dressed in a suit, his sheer presence radiating dominance.

Following behind him was a charming woman, her piercing serpentine eyes scanning the chamber, her hair a writhing mass of snakes.

Both bowed before taking their seats.

Krogan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the five figures before him.

These were his commanders, his fellow rulers, each governing a territory within his pocket dimension. Together, they maintained order over the demon beasts and creations within their domains.

But today, their concerns lay beyond their realm.

He had summoned them to discuss the second phase of his plan.

This phase did not concern humans, nor did it concern the goldlings or even the gods themselves.

Instead, his sights were set on an overlooked species—

The Beast Kings.

Magical creatures that had surpassed all expectations, evolving into intelligent rulers of their own territories.

The outside world had long recognized them, giving them a name, yet treating them as nothing more than wild kings.

Powerful, yes.

But limited. And most importantly—alone.

When the humans eventually deemed them a nuisance, it would take only a few elite warriors, working together, to slaughter them.

Their bodies would be reduced to materials— Their horns and fangs turned into ornaments for nobles.

Their flesh transformed into medicinal elixirs to strengthen the next generation of humans.

They were kings, but kings without a kingdom and Krogan saw in them an opportunity.

Krogan’s five generals—his most trusted and powerful commanders—were not mere demon beasts.

Each one was a Beast King, standing at the peak of the 5th stage, only a step away from divinity.

With certainty, Krogan knew—no Beast King outside his pocket dimension could defeat them.

Perhaps a few exceptional individuals with rare talent could pose a challenge, but even they lacked what his generals possessed:

Guidance. Growth. Knowledge.

Krogan had provided his generals with something no other Beast King had—a path forward.

He had taught them to understand their talents, to refine their innate abilities, to wield their power with precision and purpose.

The Beast Kings of the outside world had no such mentor.

No matter how strong they were, they eventually fell—

Slain by human hunters, their remains turned into trophies and artifacts.

Hunted by godlings, their lives reduced to mere training exercises for younger ones or those who wish to prove themselves.

It was a cycle of waste and Krogan intended to end it.

The second step of his plan was simple: He would make his presence known to the Beast Kings of the outside world.

He would show them that he had created a sanctuary—a realm where they could thrive, beyond the reach of mortals and gods.

A place where they could grow without fear, a true kingdom for beasts.

His long years of observation, combined with the knowledge of his generals, had given him an advantage.

They knew where each Beast King resided.

And today, Krogan had called his generals to decide how to approach them.

Krogan sat upon his throne, his massive frame draped in royal robes, his piercing golden eyes sweeping over the gathered generals.

The air was thick with expectation as his commanders took their seats.

A deep, rumbling voice broke the silence.

"We finally move beyond our borders," the Elephant-headed general rumbled, his voice slow and deliberate as he sipped from his living coconut. "But how do we convince them? The Beast Kings of the outside world have always ruled alone."

The Goat-headed general let out a short chuckle, reclining in his chair. "That is because they are fools, Balogun." His sharp, slitted eyes gleamed with amusement. "They believe themselves untouchable until they are skinned and mounted on some noble’s wall."

The Dragon-headed general, silent until now, folded his clawed hands. His many eyes blinked at once. "They do not trust easily," he said in a low tone. "If we go to them as rulers, they will resist. If we go as equals, they may listen."

Krogan let out a small, knowing grunt. "Exactly."

The golden-furred Gorilla in a sharp, well-tailored suit leaned forward. His deep voice carried a weight of authority. "Then we send messengers first. Not us, but beasts they may recognize—ones who have suffered under humans and godlings alike."

The serpent-eyed woman flicked her forked tongue, her hair of living snakes hissing softly. "Clever. If they believe we are another kingdom seeking to rule them, they will resist. But if we present ourselves as the ones who can free them, they will come willingly."

Krogan’s lips curled into a slight smirk.

"Then it is decided."

His golden gaze swept across his generals. "Each of you will choose a Beast King. One who holds sway over others. Someone powerful, but not too arrogant to listen."

His fingers tapped against the armrest of his throne, a slow, measured sound.

"Approach them. Offer them sanctuary. A future. But do not beg. We are not desperate. We are their salvation—but only if they are wise enough to see it."

A silence settled over the room.

Then, the Dragon-headed general stood. His many eyes shimmered.

"I know of one."

The Gorilla nodded. "As do I."

One by one, each of the generals gave their silent agreement.

Krogan leaned back on his throne, satisfied. At the same time his brow furrowed.

Krogan’s golden eyes swept across his generals, his presence commanding and unyielding. He could see the flicker of ambition in their eyes, the quiet excitement of beasts who knew their strength. That same strength, however, could just as easily become their downfall if left unchecked.

He exhaled slowly, his deep voice carrying a quiet warning.

"You are all powerful. You know this. I know this. But power is not enough."

The Goat-headed general, the brash one, scoffed. "If they refuse, what harm is there in forcing them to listen?" His sharp eyes glowed with predatory confidence.