Orsaga found the emotions in Ancient One's gaze somewhat interesting, but in truth, he did not care much about them.
The weak always thought themselves superior.
It was perfectly normal.
Especially after learning that their targets were people from films, novels, comics... and that they themselves knew all kinds of plots.
No matter what they had initially thought.
Once she realized that the New Universe she had arrived in truly was the DC World she knew.
Subconsciously.
Ancient One could not help but feel a trace of contempt, along with the sense that everything was within her grasp.
In other words.
That feeling of foreknowledge.
Was like some kind of Golden Finger, or perhaps a cheat.
It made her feel as relaxed and unhurried as if she had the entire map revealed before her.
Even.
Without realizing it, she began pondering many of the more important key points from the original plot.
Such as certain treasures or spells...
That sense of foreknowledge made her feel that she might be able to seize some benefits from it.
To snatch chestnuts from the fire amid all manner of crises!
Yet all of this.
Was, at its core, merely one of the inferior traits of sentient beings.
A little useless sense of superiority that arose when one believed oneself to know a great deal.
Ancient One was like this, all sorts of messy prophets were like this, and those numerous transmigrators, Reincarnators, Reincarnators were like this as well...
Each and every one of them learned a little information and felt that everything was under their control.
As for that.
Orsaga did not care in the slightest.
Just as he had never cared whether anyone knew information related to him.
At the end of the day, the most fundamental basis of all things in