Power and violence.
These were two things that depended on each other.
Power bred violence.
Violence, too, bred even greater power.
And in a place like the Bottomless Abyss, this was even more severe.
Or rather, it was outright the most fundamental tone and eternal law over there!
As someone who had been accustomed to that tone since birth, Orsaga naturally agreed with such a philosophy from the bottom of his heart.
Thus.
The most fundamental will and thoughts deep within him.
In situations somewhat like, yet also slightly different from—or even completely opposite to—rabbits clearing the grass around their burrows, otters building dams, humans cleaning their surroundings, dragons constructing Dragon's Nests... lives creating environments suited to their own habitation.
So long as Orsaga truly existed within a region, the surrounding environment would naturally and automatically adapt to him, seeking to continue existing and enduring beneath his oppression.
The reason for this.
Put plainly.
Was also the difference in power!
Only the weak needed to adapt to others!
That was why rabbits, otters, humans, dragons... had to spend time and effort actively constructing environments to better sustain their lives.
But Orsaga was entirely different. He was destiny and truth, the absolute center around which all things revolved!!
Thus, he had no need to consider the environment. It would only be the environment actively adapting to him!
And precisely because of that.
So long as he existed, in all likelihood.
Even the most sunny and tranquil environment would become exceedingly bizarre and warped!
Even the gentlest and kindest lifeforms would become extremely bloodthirsty and cruel!
The current Crimson Dimension was a relatively extreme case.
As he revealed his Demon Form once more after a long time.
Rather than continuing to suppress the ever-growing power within him—a mere trace of overflow from