He paid little heed to Free Morty's thoughts or actions.
After dealing with the Two-World Fusion incident on the American Comic Plane and watching the entertainment over at Rick C-137's place,
Orsaga stopped paying much attention to the American Comic Plane.
Even
the ultimate showdown between those two cheaters, Thanos and Darkseid—who had won—was not something he could be bothered to care much about.
He only intended to wait until they had finished challenging the avatar OAA had sent out,
then cast a glance at the final result.
As for whether the ultimate victor could defeat OAA's avatar?
There was no need to doubt that.
To complete this experiment, even he, an outsider, had put up an avatar.
Naturally, OAA would not hold anything back.
In his view,
perhaps
OAA truly intended to seize this chance in one fell swoop and pile resources into producing a genuine Abyss Lord Level being?
In any case, Orsaga was not entirely sure of the actual situation.
However,
he knew very well
that even if OAA truly had such intentions, the chances of success would not be great...
A true Abyss Lord Level
was itself a realm one could only set foot in by wagering one's life, combined with all manner of fortuitous coincidences, breaking through the boundary between possibility and impossibility.
Without dividing their authority,
even Abyss Prince Level beings found it difficult to create one.
Precisely because of this,
despite the vast gap between the two,
Abyss Prince Level beings still gave Abyss Lord Level beings the appropriate respect.
To put it bluntly,
it was actually a very simple principle.
Would you respect someone you could create with a casual wave of your hand?
Obviously not.
Bottomless Abyss.
Within the Crimson Heaven, where time was incomparably chaotic,
where in but an