Losing one's mind was perfectly normal.
Losing one's mind out of envy, jealousy, and hatred was even more normal to the extreme.
As an outstanding resident of the Bottomless Abyss.
Orsaga had long grown accustomed to the daily routine of losing his mind and causing trouble, as well as watching others lose their minds and cause trouble.
Marquis of Death's current behavior was nothing more than a drizzle.
In fact.
With the thought of teasing him a little, Orsaga met the other party's malice by taking something from a nearby platter and gesturing with it twice.
It was a ferocious head.
Barbatos's head.
"Since you came all this way, would you like some fruit?"
In Orsaga's eyes, the still-living Barbatos.
Could serve perfectly well as a rather nice fruit.
That fresh brain matter, brimming with vitality and nutrients, could not only be eaten straight from the opened skull, but also spread over bread like jam.
As for Doctor Manhattan's head?
Since Orsaga felt that the other party had some potential.
After rolling him around in his hands like a walnut for quite a while, making him even more eerily blue.
He casually tossed Doctor Manhattan back to his hometown.
He had not stored him away as food.
After all.
Eating some useless trash with no potential was one thing.
But eating someone with potential would somewhat affect his relationship with OAA.
As for whether Marquis of Death before him counted as having potential or not?
All that could be said was, unfortunately, this fellow had no potential...
Much like the Living Tribunal.
Even if their strength was passable and their status was not low, meaning Orsaga could not deal with them however he pleased without reason, they themselves were still filled with replaceability!
One Marquis of Death died?
Thousands upon