Watching the Flying Spaghetti Monster God getting beaten for being far too unrestrained.
There was no unnecessary expression on Orsaga's face.
Nor did he have the slightest intention of offering help.
After all.
This little commotion did not require him to intervene.
The effects suffered by the Flying Spaghetti Monster God could not even be called injuries...
Very quickly.
The Flying Spaghetti Monster God, having received a slap across the face, immediately became entangled with the attacker, launching into an incredibly passionate mutual brawl.
Even the spaghetti noodles that should have existed as part of His bodily tissue were pulled out and wielded as whips, while also being used to bind the enemy.
In short.
The scene looked very inappropriate.
Children would be completely unable to handle it if they saw it.
Meanwhile, Orsaga lay motionless where he had been, calmly taking everything in.
Because he was an adult demon, and was of an age compliant with viewing policies.
However.
After watching for a while, he soon shifted his gaze toward the various regions below.
In his eyes.
After that fellow's slap had landed successfully, the Worldview that the Flying Spaghetti Monster God had already turned into a complete mess had become even more incomprehensible. All sorts of chaotic things were appearing at random.
Especially the previous historical overwrite.
It had directly created blank history between the new history and the old history.
That situation.
Was essentially rather like accidentally typing a few extra spaces while typing...
Following those blank stretches of history, Orsaga's gaze turned toward the ever-changing future.
He could sense it.
Yadabos and Mekane were trying to create a force capable of stabilizing the situation in the lower levels.
And the Spacetime Anomaly Phenomenon caused by those blank histories barely counted as an opportunity.
It allowed Them