Things could not be rushed.
Nor was there any need to rush.
Orsaga understood that well.
When it came to preparing for his advancement, he displayed considerable patience.
He fully honored the agreement.
He caused Ideal Dreamland no interference whatsoever, quietly waiting and observing as it grew and made all manner of choices.
Though he did not know how much longer he would have to wait.
Still.
He knew.
That time point was not too far away. A hazy premonition had already formed in his heart.
It was a strange feeling.
Much like when one faced a sudden problem—though one might not know what had happened, deep down, one would inexplicably make all kinds of choices regarding the matter...
It was the most instinctive kind of premonition.
And Orsaga was someone who trusted his instincts.
At the same time.
Ideal Dreamland.
As they looked at the still brimming hourglass floating above the Primal Star.
The Ideal Dream Race, who were still carrying out all sorts of reforms to the environmental structure, would occasionally and unconsciously ponder matters related to Orsaga.
Or consider the opinions and thoughts of other Lifeforms on such matters.
In any case.
No matter what, their goal was to shape Ideal Dreamland into something even better.
They even enjoyed listening to opinions from all sides, and because they received so many suggestions, they were often somewhat too busy to handle them all, packing their own task lists full...
However.
Once the number of Lifeforms throughout Ideal Dreamland reached a certain level.
Gradually.
They came to realize something.
Although they had granted the other races a great many abilities and powers.
Due to fundamental disparities in life structure, racial authority, and many other factors, the strength and potential of those races still paled somewhat beside the Ideal