After watching those three lucky fellows for a while.
Orsaga's gaze shifted, looking directly toward Iolam in the distance, whose face was filled with envy.
It was the envy of someone seeing others attain a position he himself had failed to reach.
Yet Orsaga merely smiled at that emotion with extreme disdain.
His heart brimming with malice, he thought:
If you knew how those three became gods, you'd probably die of jealousy...
In the end, effort and talent still couldn't measure up to luck falling from the sky...
Whether in terms of diligence or innate talent, those three lucky fellows undoubtedly lagged far, far behind Iolam.
It was roughly the gap between peerless geniuses and ordinary geniuses.
The former might not appear once among hundreds of millions, while the latter could always be found a few at a time in every town or village.
But.
Success and failure cared nothing for such things.
More often than not, all it took was a little luck...
With a smile, he shook his head.
Orsaga had just been about to say something.
When suddenly.
His expression changed sharply.
It became far more serious and solemn!
Startling the beings serving around him.
They had never seen Orsaga wear such an expression before...
Then, before their eyes.
This avatar situated in the plane presently called the Multiverse, as well as his avatars in other planes, all revealed undisguised delight.
After many years.
Gann had finally answered a question Orsaga had raised before, one concerning cooperation between them...
Bottomless Abyss—Crimson Heaven.
Because of the time flow speed and the continual splitting of Timelines.
To Orsaga's true body.
His last dealings with Gann had been four million years ago, 3.1 billion years ago, 770,000 years ago... and so on.
In any case.
His sense of time