Spaghetti God Mountain.
Watching the Flying Spaghetti Monster God rapidly cobble together all sorts of messy settings on the spot.
Orsaga, who was only responsible for holding down the fort, wore a face full of gloating amusement.
Though it was of no fucking use to him.
Still, as long as there was entertainment to watch, that was enough.
Therefore.
He was quite satisfied with the current situation.
And while he was at it, he would help the other party add even more nonsensical settings.
For example, multiple spaghetti meatballs colliding would cause the Big Bang or something...
When making spaghetti meat sauce, stirring the ladle two extra turns to the right in the pot would cause a random increase in entropy, while stirring it two extra turns to the left would cause a random decrease in entropy...
After having a good laugh for a while.
In the end.
He still picked up a glass of fine wine at his side and chose to quietly watch everything with a calm, contented expression, too lazy to interfere any further...
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Earth.
United Kingdom.
Bristol region.
Time point—June 6th, 1700 AD, early morning.
A young man who looked to be around twenty years old, dressed very simply and clearly a poor bastard, awoke from his sleep.
After blanking out for a second.
An incomparably excited smile quickly spread across his face.
"This is Apocalypse!!"
"This is the Apocalypse bestowed by the Flying Spaghetti Monster God and the Crimson King!!"
At the very last moment before waking.
He had seen where the holy relic had fallen.
That gigantic mass of spaghetti dough, roughly ten kilometers in diameter and responsible for wiping out the ancient overlords, was hidden beyond the sea, existing as a secluded island.
At the same time.
He instinctively knew that as