Another 150,000 years passed.
Within the central palace of Crimson Heaven.
Oster's avatar arrived here once more.
This time.
Compared to last time, he was undoubtedly much happier.
For no other reason.
Orsaga had agreed to his deal.
"I am very pleased that you agreed to this transaction."
With that said.
He casually waved a hand, using his will to communicate with the omnipresent Abyssal Will and taking it as a witness to create an Abyssal Contract imbued with special significance.
There were not many terms upon it—only several hundred scattered clauses—yet they covered every conceivable aspect.
After Orsaga had examined its contents back and forth several billion times and confirmed that none of the terms posed any problem.
He did not hesitate further.
He immediately separated a portion of his Origin Power, turning it into a special imprint that he inscribed upon the contract as his signature.
Though that mark appeared to be nothing more than a somewhat ornate blood-red flower, it contained immeasurably complex information and bore Orsaga's True Name Information.
After taking a look at his True Name Information and likewise confirming that everything was in order.
Oster did not hesitate either.
Before Orsaga's eyes, he left behind his own imprint.
At this point.
A special connection had been successfully established, and the two sides had truly entered into cooperation.
Unless one was prepared to face the Abyssal Will head-on.
Breaking the contract was truly not a good choice.
As for the fact that their True Name Information had become known to the other party, that was not much of an issue.
For beings of their level.
Even a negligible thought was enough to destroy countless weaklings and sweep away one time and space after another.
Naturally, a true name so closely connected to oneself could not