After finishing the nutritious food.
After tossing away the remaining useless scraps.
Orsaga soon turned his gaze toward another region.
He could sense it.
Some figures in the distance were already eager to take Fern Yates's place and come challenge him.
That made him somewhat expectant.
...It shouldn't be too boring, right...
Of course.
Beyond that.
The way they had discovered that his strength was restricted and assumed they could challenge him.
More or less.
Also left Orsaga somewhat dissatisfied.
Not by much.
Really, just a tiny bit.
But it still made him a little unhappy...
Making him want to clear out some of the relatively weaker ones.
As for the food scraps he had discarded after eating.
The instant they left his palm, they automatically turned into wisps of green smoke, gradually vanishing amid the repeated scouring of the surrounding energy currents.
Fern Yates was not dead.
Or rather, the contingencies He had left behind in this plane had not yet completely dissipated.
Orsaga knew that fact perfectly well.
By now.
Every contestant had, more or less, already left some contingencies within this plane.
That made them, already difficult to deal with, extraordinarily hard to kill.
At the very least.
With Orsaga's current strength, if he truly insisted on settling the matter with them, it would inevitably be an extremely troublesome affair.
He might even have to spend vast ages to clean them up completely.
And that sort of thing.
Was clearly meaningless drudgery to him.
So, after devouring the vast majority of the essence Fern Yates had brought into this plane.
Orsaga simply could not be bothered to pay any more attention to Him.
Though Fern Yates had not completely left the stage.
He could only hide away in some corner to recuperate.
Without a long period of