The Abyss Blood Battlefield.
In another corner, far away from Orsaga.
Inside an extradimensional space that had been temporarily opened up.
"Now this is quite the spectacle..."
After using a remote detection spell to project the events unfolding far in the distance.
The mage named Tom Masku, who looked like a white man in his forties, immediately entertained a few ideas.
Only a few, really.
Because he knew his own limits.
Although his strength barely qualified him for great demon level here, compared to those who truly belonged at great demon level, he had merely touched upon that magnitude in certain fields. His overall strength was nowhere near the corresponding standard, so compared to the other powerhouses at this level, he could easily shatter at the slightest touch.
He was a complete fraud!
Even his reason for coming to the Abyss Blood Battlefield was merely to earn some merit from a certain spellcaster-type Abyss Lord.
As a mercenary under that Abyss Lord.
He only needed to spend some time in the Abyss Blood Battlefield and complete the assigned missions to obtain some secret knowledge from him.
Therefore.
Most of the time, he only offered support when that Abyss Lord's troops ran into trouble, rarely taking the initiative himself.
Calling him an observer on the sidelines would be perfectly fair!
After all.
He knew very well that if the others discovered he was a fraud.
Some nasty bastard would definitely try to solo him for the experience points!
In fact, even various lesser demon level creatures would probably get the same idea.
There was no helping it. The Bottomless Abyss already had plenty of creatures unafraid of death.
And in a special domain like the Abyss Blood Battlefield, there were even more!!
There were even quite a few supreme martyrs who,