If you wanted to talk about ordinary serious business.
Orsaga might not have been interested.
But if you wanted to talk about something that sounded strange from the outset.
Orsaga would probably take an interest.
Especially when it involved things that harmed others for one's own benefit, or harmed others for no benefit at all.
No helping it.
Trash.
Utter trash.
Genuinely, unadulterated trash.
That was why he liked that sort of thing.
There was no need for any great profit or benefit.
As long as it was fun, that was enough.
The deeper reason?
His nature was part of it.
The other part was that, at his current standing.
Did he really need to single-mindedly pursue every kind of benefit?
Looking around.
Boundless space-time, infinite planes, endless things, infinitely many living beings and resources—all of it was practically within arm's reach...
And precisely because of that.
Pure profit was often not all that important.
Fun.
Was far more precious than the vast majority of benefits.
It had much the same wonderful effect as the saying, "A fortune can't buy my happiness"~
A good stunt had to be pulled!
A bad stunt had to be pulled too!
Now.
With nothing better to do, Orsaga's greatest thought when faced with Flying Spaghetti Monster God's invitation was to pull off a world-shakingly terrible stunt and, without a sound, suddenly dazzle everyone...
Presumably.
Flying Spaghetti Monster God had chosen such an incomprehensible Character Background Setting because He had roughly the same idea.
That was why He had deliberately picked a Character Background Setting that sounded like complete nonsense.
However.
Compared to Orsaga, who had completely given up and let himself rot, He still had somewhat greater expectations for profit.
He had not entirely given up on participating in the event.
At present.
Faced