The Strongest Conquest System

He studied every perfect angle and detail of the human's face. 'This mortal's appearance is on par with even the most divine beings I've encountered... How is that even possible...?

How can a mortal match up to gods who have undergone countless transformations throughout their extensive lifetimes?' Loki's confusion deepened as he continued to gaze at Azmond.

....

"..." The victim of this intense staring session was beginning to become worried.

'Why is this so-called 'god' staring at me like some sort of predator...? Could it be?" His eyes slightly widened as assumptions began forming in his mind.

"'Does he swing that way...?' Azmond's thoughts were swerving in weird directions as his expression turned to one of disgust for the blonde-haired being before him.

'This man is an extreme pervert, isn't he? I bet he kidnaps young men all the time and does whatever he pleases with them under the context of 'Godship'.' His disgusted gaze traveled to the red giant as well. 'Is the big guy in on this pervert fest as well??'

Azmond thought that these beings could be some type of respectable people based just on the power the blonde-haired one showed earlier.

But now he knew that he was completely mistaken. They were just a bunch of perverts looking to devour whatever came their way, telling all the unsuspecting victims that they were 'gods'. This elaborateelobarate scheme was all one big ploy for two big perverts to get their knockers off.

Azmond was thinking up everything he could to get out of this perilous situation. He refused to be part of this pair of lecherous perverts' fetishes.

However, no matter what he thought up, he couldn't come up with a single plausible plan that would allow him to escape these restraints that kept him in place. They appeared to be made up of some form of energy that was dozens of tiers above his current level.

He thought about maybe making a distraction or something, but he quickly discarded that idea when he saw the looks on the two perverts' faces.

'They will probably take my attempt at making distractions or even escaping as just another part of their dirty fetish propaganda.' Azmond clicked his tongue a little inside his mind as the disdain he felt for the two gods only increased exponentially.

'They are disgusting perverts through and through.'

.......

Thor and Loki, on the other hand, didn't understand the hateful glares they were getting from the mortal.

'He wasn't like this when he first got here... I wonder what changed inside of him for his emotions to suddenly show up like this?' Loki thought to himself in a quizzical tone as his scrutinizing stare only got worse.

He wanted to understand the ant-like mortal that was bold enough to show visible hatred for two genuine gods...

'I properly demonstrated my overwhelming strength to this human, didn't I?' Loki asked himself.

'Yes, I am positive I showed enough to make him understand that he'd have no chance of surviving if I truly wished to kill him. So why is he showing such obvious disdain for us?? Does he truly not wish for his life anymore??

Or does he think that we will not retaliate against his disrespect?' Loki's thoughts were flipping through a multitude of different ideas on Azmond's reason for glaring at them.

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The man in question's hateful glare only got worse when he saw the two beings scanning through every inch of his body like they were ready to pounce.

'They must be about to act! I need to get out of here, and fast!' Azmond was panicking.

He never panicked. But the thought of these two perverts getting a hold of him tipped him over the edge. He wasn't willing to wait around and find out what lay in store for him.

He wanted to leave right this instant. The only problem was that he had not a clue on how he should go about his escape...

The power level of the blonde-haired man was beyond his scope of understanding. And he assumed that the large red giant was on the same level, if not higher, based on the way he spoke to the blonde-haired one earlier.

Azmond was currently in a plight that he never thought he would have to experience in any number of lifetimes.

'Should I just kill myself now and get it over with??' A lethal thought popped up inside his head before it disappeared as soon as it came.

'NO! I can't leave my Little Ice Flower all alone in this world.' A look of longing emerged on his features as a gorgeous silhouette of a young woman with long, silky black hair and the most beautiful green eyes Azmond had ever seen faded across his memories.

He was really starting to miss Crystalline like no other time, right about now.

That was especially the case after encountering these two perverted hooligans who wanted to gobble him up...

He just wanted to get back home to his beautiful ice flower and snuggle up in her large, milky white breasts.

Can't he have any good things in life...? Why does he have to be surrounded by men all the time??

His thoughts got a little off track. He was about to resume formulating new theories that could allow him to get a golden ticket out of here. That was until he heard the voice of the shorter pervert echo out.

"What sort of thoughts are congregating inside of that head of yours, mortal?" Loki asked with a quizzical expression as he got off his non-tangible seat and phased next to Azmond's restrained body.

Azmond became scared out of his mind when he noticed the presence of the short blonde pervert right next to him. He had never been scared of anything in his entire lifetime. That was not including his fear over Crystalline's safety.

But, for the first time in Azmond's life, He was terrifiedterrified of what would happen to him if the blond pervert got his hands on him.

He began to profusely sweat as he stared at Loki like a deer in headlights.

"I won't give in, you closet perverts!!" A loud, boisterous shout came out of Azmond's mouth as an extremely defensive expression emerged on his features.

'Perverts? Has this mortal been scared silly so badly that he became delusional??'

Both Thor and Loki thought in unison, as they were as confused as could be at the sudden exclamation of the tied-up mortal.