"This is way too chaotic~"
Inside a Parallel Universe that resembled an ornament trapped in a bottle, tightly enveloped by some immense power.
Earth.
On a certain beach.
A large group of gorgeous women frolicked about freely, their laughter and cheerful voices ringing without end.
As one of the only two men present.
The Beyonder, clad in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, lay on a beach chair. His gaze pierced through the barriers of space-time as he sincerely voiced that sentiment.
After saying that.
He happily took a bite of fresh fruit offered by a hot bikini-clad beauty beside him.
Beside him, Orsaga leisurely agreed:
"To be fair, it really is chaotic."
"What's wrong with everyone? How could they be so utterly deranged?"
"It must be a problem with the system."
Even without going to those places.
For the two of them.
Whether it was the ultimate humiliation inside Marvel Editorial Department or the endless battles in distant space-time, it was all practically right before their eyes.
Thus, they could calmly spout all sorts of unhurried nonsense, wholly adopting the attitude of spectators who feared no escalation.
So, upon hearing that.
The Beyonder smiled and nodded repeatedly.
"Exactly, that must be it."
In short, the two of them simply continued chatting and shooting the breeze in complete leisure.
The outside world could turn upside down, universes could explode, and all things could restart—what the hell did any of that have to do with them?
Especially the Beyonder.
Now that he had enveloped this Parallel Universe in his own power and shielded it from external interference, he had completely stopped caring about the outside world's bullshit.
After all, he was just a fucking newborn child!
Even if he could visit prostitutes, snort powder, and beat up adults, he had