Even if Orsaga did nothing.
Simply remained still.
Without moving, like nothing more than a statue.
As the ultimate aggregation of countless negative things.
Suffering, destruction...
Would still take him as their point of reference, crossing time and space to automatically be imposed upon countless timelines.
Causing all things to remain steeped in torment because of him, or even be directly extinguished.
He was the ultimate Evil Fruit!!
Compared to those influences.
The snacks on the dining table, made from tens of billions of universes.
Were merely infinitesimal scraps among his infinitely many sins.
And so-called evil spirits, demons, monsters... were even more minuscule before such sins. Even if they committed evil for countless years, that was all they amounted to—equivalent to nothing.
Of course.
More importantly...
The instant Roland laid eyes on him, he instinctively sensed an immense threat!
Like an ordinary person standing face-to-face with some terrifying ancient monster!!
Before either had even made a move.
Merely from a single glance.
He had profoundly understood one thing.
He... absolutely could not defeat the other party.
For someone whose strength was equivalent to half the totality of the Dark Tower.
Whose power should have been close to Omniscient and Omnipotent, allowing him to alter reality.
This was undoubtedly something utterly unbelievable!!
He deeply could not understand.
Why was the other party so powerful...
Unable to help himself, he recalled Ma Teng's words before his death—his words telling him to flee...
Yet faced with Roland's arrival and scrutiny.
Orsaga displayed no irritation.
In fact.
From beginning to end.
There was not the slightest change in his expression.
Meeting Roland's gaze.
He calmly asked a question:
"Then, Roland Deschain, are you here to challenge me?"
Yes, he had used the word challenge.
That meant that while he afforded Roland a measure