The pool before Orsaga.
Put simply, it was something formed by countless layers of special Spacetime Structures piled atop one another.
Though it appeared to be a pool.
Its essence did not change.
Layer upon layer of spacetime stretched and expanded within it.
Countless Transmigrators, Reincarnators, Reincarnators, Main God Spaces, God of Death Paradises...
Were randomly distributed throughout, slaughtering one another or coexisting.
In terms of individual strength and aptitude, these so-called Transmigrators, Reincarnators, Reincarnators, Main God Spaces, God of Death Paradises... were of little use to Orsaga. Even combined, they could not compare to the weakest High Plane.
But.
As intruders who had blundered into various spacetimes.
They possessed another essential quality.
A hazy uncertainty.
In other words.
At times, they were the so-called One That Escaped, or Outer Realm Sky Demons.
This trait granted them a tiny chance of breaking through existing limitations.
Furthermore.
As beings who ran about everywhere, they themselves could be regarded as markers of different spacetimes.
Refining them would make it easy to obtain some Spacetime Coordinates.
Therefore.
All in all.
They did possess a measure of value.
So long as they were used properly.
They could serve certain special purposes.
Right now.
As he watched those targets within the pool's inner space, utterly unaware as they went about all manner of things.
At some unknown point.
Orsaga slowly extended his right hand.
In his humanoid form.
That palm was practically no different from an ordinary human's, aside from slightly sharp fingertips and blood red nails.
Then.
As his five fingers spread apart, the fingertips of all five exerted force at once, as though clutching some invisible thing.
Five whirlpools immediately emerged in the placid pool.
Five whirlpools constantly churning through infinite layers of spacetime.
As the water rippled and splashed.
Every ripple that