After successfully gathering intelligence.
And roughly determining the enemy's origins.
The god who had chosen not to strike first, instead remaining within his own Divine Kingdom, thought for a moment before somewhat hesitantly grasping that crimson Causality Line across the void.
Divine power spilled from his body.
The power of rules was invoked.
Information began to be gathered...
Countless images, like enormous and irregular puzzle pieces, continuously assembled themselves before his eyes.
At first, not only were those images rather blurry, their forms were also extremely abstract—no different from the most exaggerated mosaics. Even Pablo Picasso would have fallen into deep contemplation upon seeing them.
But as time passed.
Clearer images soon began to appear intermittently in his mind.
It was an existence riding some strange contraption, speeding through the turbulent currents of space-time...
Not a god?
In but a fleeting instant.
Through the perception of his own divine power, the unknown god confirmed that Orsaga was absolutely not a god.
Then immense bewilderment arose within him.
He did not understand.
Since the other party was not a god, why could he move freely through the void? More importantly, why did he give him such an inexplicable sense of danger?
In that lightning-flash instant.
Before the god could think any further.
Within the distant reaches of space-time.
Orsaga, who was riding a bicycle, abruptly raised his head without any warning. Following his senses, he stared directly toward the source of that distant gaze.
"Trash, are you the one watching me?"
"Wait there. I'll be over to slaughter you soon."
His expression was unknown, but his words carried the tone of someone simply stating a fact.
As though the outcome had already been decided beyond any doubt.
Then, under the interference of another force, the images in the god's mind were