Oni Clan

[That same year, you located the marshland from your memories. Currently unoccupied by Lizardfolk tribes, it housed only wild crocodiles. After multiple observations, you identified only one Elite-tier Crocodile Monster inhabiting the area. Confirming no other threats, you launched your assault.]

[Your combat prowess was formidable. Though the Elite Crocodile's defense surpassed its tier, you shattered its jaws with two punches. Five strikes later, the armored reptile was reduced to a pulp. The remaining crocodiles cowered before your might, allowing your Goblins to capture them alive for domestication as war mounts.]

[With assistance from multiple Elite Goblins, you captured thirty Crocodile Monsters without sustaining a single injury.]

[Later that year, you discovered the Lizardfolk's current nest. Launching a surprise assault before they could prepare defenses, your Goblin horde shattered their feeble fortifications instantly. The Lizardfolk Chieftain, desperate to protect his tribe, offered his wide-eyed daughter as tribute for peace.]

[Though unmoved by the big-eyed beauty, you spared the Lizardfolk and absorbed them into your growing faction, significantly bolstering your forces.]

[In the fourth year, you continued subjugating tribes across the Monster Beast Forest. Upon advancing to Chieftain-class entity, your expanding influence inadvertently attracted attention from greater powers. Deep within the forest, crimson eyes glowing with malice locked onto your position.]

[Unaware of impending danger, you were ambushed during nightly training routines. A towering shadow materialized behind you, its overwhelming aura paralyzing your movements before you could react. Straining to turn, you glimpsed the face of a colossal Oni Clan member.]

[The Oni raised an eyebrow in surprise.]

["A mere Chieftain-class resisting my spiritual pressure? Remarkable. No wonder you command such demonic legions."]

[Trembling under Lord-level suppression, you choked out: "Who... are you?"]

["Speech-capable too? Delightful. Come, little conqueror."]

[Darkness claimed you.]

[Waking days later in pitch-black dungeon cells, you immediately recognized the enchanted prison bars' indestructible nature. Choosing compliance, you awaited developments.]

[Soon an Elite Boarkin jailer barked:]

["Move. The Master summons you. Attempt escape and the perimeter guardians will feast."]

[Scouting the corridor confirmed his warning - hulking Tier IV monsters patrolled every passage. Resigned to cooperation, you followed through winding corridors until reaching an obsidian castle radiating palpable menace. Mentally noting its architectural details for future replication, you entered a crimson chamber where your Oni captor stood deferentially beside a throne... occupied by an Oni sovereign whose power level defied all perception.]

[Though unable to gauge the Oni's depth, you instinctively knew this sovereign surpassed Lord-level thresholds. The Oni Sovereign studied you intently for long minutes before rumbling:]

["An anomaly among Goblins. To reach Chieftain-class through Primordial Evolution's crucible... Amassing warbeasts, crafting human-like tools - what manner of Greenskin aberration are you?"]

[Under those piercing eyes, you felt spiritually dissected. Though decades of transmigration experience kept your composure, you expertly feigned trembling fear. The Sovereign's gaze failed to penetrate your soul's veiled layers.]

[The Oni Monarch turned to a female attendant:]

["Cat got its tongue? No matter. Assign this specimen to Ōtohime's custody. School him in proper hierarchy, Lieutenant-General."]

["By your will, My King."]

[The honorific confirmed your suspicion - this was the Oni Clan's reigning monarch.]

[When Ōtohime escorted you to her domain, initial tension gripped you. As a dashing Goblin specimen, you feared becoming this voluptuous Oni's plaything. Yet observing her hourglass figure and peach-blossom eyes, trepidation gradually morphed into... anticipation.]

[Initially, Ōtohime treated you as mere Chieftain-class livestock, assigning command of a Elite-tier monster squadron.]

[Though concerned about your Goblin tribe's welfare, you trusted Lieutenant Gobura's leadership. Focusing on current challenges, you confronted your new unit's insubordination - veteran Hellhounds sneering at Greenskin authority, rival commanders sabotaging your patrols.]

[You resolved matters through calculated brutality. When three Elite Horned Demons challenged your command during drills, you shattered their horns bare-handed. A pack of Shadow Lynxes ambushed your squad during night watch - you returned their severed tails to their captain's quarters.]

[Within seven lunar cycles, your unit became the Western Garrison's most disciplined force.]