In short.
Orsaga could freely make all manner of adjustments to himself.
As had been said before, so long as he wished it, altering his own origin and turning around to become someone wreathed in holy light would be effortless.
Nor would it merely be a change of outer appearance; even the fundamental nature of his power could be altered along with it.
The strong.
By nature, they should do as they pleased.
So-called restrictions and so-called rules became ever more useless and meaningless the higher one climbed.
Those tedious things were merely playthings the weak needed to obey, things born to submit to the will of the strong...
For Orsaga.
The primary reason he had continuously maintained his current state was simply habit and preference.
The habits of an Abyss Demon had become his nature over the long years.
The fine environment of the Bottomless Abyss made him feel as though bathed in spring breezes, supremely at ease.
Thus, he could not be bothered to deliberately change anything, nor was there any need to change anything at all.
At present.
He sensed that the power possessed by this Alt Game Account of his was gradually approaching a certain limit.
Unless he went one step further and completed the unlocking mission.
Otherwise.
Even if he continued raising it, there would not be much more to raise.
After considering it.
He turned his gaze toward a spot directly beneath the tree.
The things he had previously placed within were still undergoing forging and gestation there.
It was not that they could not be completed quickly now.
The greater reason was that they still needed to further absorb the local information.
Only then could they become more localized and avoid being rejected.
Moreover.
Through Orsaga's previous battle, those things had already absorbed