Dark Tower Plane.
The giant turtle—Mazhuling—still bore the Black Giant Tower on its back as it swam through an endless sea of thick slurry.
And within the Black Giant Tower, whose floors rose infinitely upward.
Ever since the previous incident.
That was, after Orsaga and Pennywise had exchanged a few blows.
Things had been much more stable lately.
At the very least, no one had shaken the entire tower with nothing but fists and brute force again.
As for situations that did not involve brute force.
There were still quite a few of those.
It could not be helped.
That was what Orsaga did...
As someone whom Gann had assigned such Identity Settings as villain, World Ender, and ambitious schemer in the current Dark Tower Plane, there really was not much else Orsaga could do.
So.
He still had to stir things up...
It was worth mentioning that Orsaga was not particularly enthusiastic about causing trouble in this plane.
Because such things truly held little meaning.
They were purely a waste of time...
Even if he was causing trouble in accordance with his Identity Setting.
Within this Dark Tower Plane.
Everything was Gann's script—or, in other words, an adult fairy tale.
Though it could be somewhat cruel, it was only somewhat cruel... after all the twists and turns, it still wanted to speak of True Good and Beauty.
Therefore.
The outcomes of small matters were easier to predict.
There was good and bad.
Orsaga could occasionally enjoy a bit of amusement.
But the outcomes of major events.
Often appeared rather positive.
As for ending the world, that was even harder than ascending to heaven.
Villains could labor away for ages.
Only to be wasting their efforts, more often than not.
The situation was like certain classic scenes in all kinds