Gods had no need to care whether ants lived or died.
By the same token, demons were no different from gods.
And to Orsaga,
so-called believers were merely things he could have as many of as he wanted.
There was no need to deliberately spread anything.
Simply by existing, he was like a Great Vortex that transcended time and space.
Continuously, countless beings who observed his existence would spontaneously come to believe in him.
It was the innate awe and worship the weak felt toward the strong.
Much like how mortals would often spontaneously worship the sky, the sun, the moon...
All in all,
it was instinctive worship of great and unknown things beyond one's own capabilities, a behavior rooted in the instincts of Lifeforms!
Therefore, so-called believers were not something Orsaga particularly cared about at all.
If, even after receiving his blessings, those believers still failed to amount to much,
then they naturally had no value in existing.
It could be said
that in this regard,
Orsaga had always been straightforward and never put on airs.
Thus,
even knowing that his believers were locked in a fierce battle with the Mind Flayer Empire in a distant otherworld, he remained utterly indifferent and unconcerned.
If they succeeded, they would be qualified to keep living.
If they failed, it could only mean they were nothing special after all, and their deaths were no great loss.
After withdrawing his gaze from that distant scroll,
Orsaga calmly glanced down at Dimogegen beneath his feet, who still seemed unable to forget the golden light that had vanished in the distance.
Compared to the scroll in the distance, which served to link what came before and after,
the two-headed baboon beneath his feet was currently living a miserable, pathetic life.
After much difficulty, he