What use was a complete Spacetime Cage, exactly?
For many beings, it was undoubtedly immensely useful.
It could serve as a shelter.
It could serve as a base.
It could serve as a testing ground.
It could serve as headquarters.
There were many choices.
After all.
Setting everything else aside.
At the very least, it was large enough.
Moreover, it could sustain itself, automatically producing sufficient resources and lifeforms.
Coupled with its ever-expanding size.
In short.
It looked perfect in every way!
It was more than enough to make countless powerhouses fight over it.
It could easily serve as the unchanging foundation of who knew how many factions for billions of eras, or even eternity!
So long as its owner could hold on to it.
They would, no matter what, possess a foundation upon which to stand or an opportunity to grow stronger.
But was something like this truly of any use to Orsaga?
It was not useful at all.
To him.
It was merely a small cage.
In essence, it was no different from the little gifts he gave his daughters.
The various lifeforms born within it were no exception.
Whether they were the unfortunate souls thrown inside by Orsaga's subordinates, or the natives automatically generated by this Spacetime Cage.
To Orsaga, they were all merely tiny ants.
Even those he had ultimately catalyzed into existence through the fusion of infinitely many counterparts could not escape that category.
At most.
At the very, very most, they were only slightly larger ants.
Orsaga's true body could not even be bothered to enter that shattered Spacetime Cage.
Even his avatar had not made a move from beginning to end.
It merely stood there, revealing its True Body Form. Through the power—or rather, the aura—that automatically leaked from it.
That alone