More than ten minutes later.
New York.
Orsaga strolled along the bustling streets packed with traffic, looking calm and thoroughly at ease.
Among the surrounding crowd,
although quite a few people—including talent scouts—were itching to go up and strike up a conversation,
in the end,
none of them had the courage.
That instinctive sense of looking up at him filled them with fear and hesitation.
They only dared to watch from afar.
Even
as Orsaga moved,
the originally crowded masses automatically parted before him.
Just like Moses parting the sea!
The crowd willingly—or rather, instinctively—made way for him!!
Because...
there could be no one in his path.
Even the birds in the skies, the insects, snakes, and rats beneath the earth were the same.
Calm, indifferent, composed, with an unquestionable air of being the sole sovereign above heaven and below earth.
All things should revolve around me!
The world should exist because of me!
This was Orsaga's most fundamental creed.
Playing the pig to eat the tiger?
That was impossible.
Even if he was being relatively low-key right now.
After all,
Laozi had never done anything so boring even when he had just been born.
He had fought and killed all the way through!
And now they wanted him to do that sort of thing?
Dream on~
At this moment,
looking around,
there was only one person beside Orsaga.
A middle-aged white man in a black robe and black-brimmed hat followed closely behind him. He was handsome and mature, possessed an exceedingly mysterious temperament, and yet looked somewhat like a butler and secretary at the same time.
He was Orsaga's lackey.
One of the ministers under his current identity, the Bloody King.
Walter Paddick.
That was his original name, and he came from a region known as Jili.
It was