Orsaga paid no mind to Lady of Pain's research into Abyss Demons.
Across infinitely many planes,
countless beings had long since done similar things.
Some researched Abyss Demon bloodlines, intending to perfectly integrate them into themselves.
Others researched Abyss Demon flesh and tissue, hoping to forge them into the most perfect magical materials for crafting all manner of equipment.
Still others researched how to exterminate the Abyss Demon race, intending to do a good deed, avenge old wrongs, and save all living beings...
In short,
due to the combined effects of being a tall tree that caught the wind and making enemies everywhere,
no one knew how many beings were targeting the Abyss Demon race, trying to fight them to the bitter end.
Among them,
there were even an unknown number of Abyss Prince Level and Abyss Lord Level beings.
That was boundless blood feud, compressed over who knew how many ages...
Through their efforts,
there were even many specialized artificial races created to hunt Abyss Demons, bringing enormous casualties upon them day and night.
But... such trivial matters were nothing more than a sprinkle of water.
The Demon Princes of the Bottomless Abyss would not care.
Likewise, the Demon Lords did not care in the slightest either.
Having committed every conceivable evil, they themselves had grown up amid all kinds of high-pressure environments.
So-called targeting and so-called malice were no different from air in their eyes. Everyone had long since grown accustomed to them.
Those incapable of overcoming such hardships and obstacles had died long ago~
Moreover,
more importantly...
The strong devoured the weak—indeed, that was truth itself!
In their eyes,
all such targeting was simply hard-won tempering. Only by breaking through layer upon layer of obstruction and butcher's blades could the entire race continue evolving!
The feeling was