A banquet held by the Ideal Dream Race.
In ordinary eyes, it was actually rather strange.
There was no other reason.
Within the Ideal Dreamland, essentially every single thing was an Ideal Dream Race.
Every wisp of energy, every speck of matter—or rather, every Foundation Particle—was an individual Ideal Dream Race.
Their power.
Without exception, was all that formidable.
They could effortlessly crush ordinary Abyss Lord Level beings.
Therefore.
The so-called banquet was, in essence, a peculiar gathering for exchange.
Of course, eating food was fine too.
After all, that food was also Ideal Dream Race.
Even if you had just shaped it with your thoughts, it was no different.
Anything born here.
No matter why it was born, no matter in what capacity it was born, would be Ideal Dream Race. They would automatically possess Abyss Lord Level power and automatically connect with all the other members, becoming one complete whole.
For example, after Orsaga ate them.
Those Ideal Dream Race who voluntarily served as food and were eaten by him did not need to do anything; they would automatically be reborn within the Ideal Dreamland.
Because there was no Concept of Death here, no matter what was done, they would not die.
There was no worry, no death, no negative emotions, no fear of what they might encounter...
Whatever they wished came true, they knew infinite knowledge, possessed infinite power, and remained united forever...
And precisely because of that.
They were Orsaga's most perfect sacrifice.
To create them, Orsaga had even needed to pay half of his own authority and origin, using them to break through possibility and impossibility, reason and unreason, thereby achieving the utmost perfection.
Back then.
If Orsaga had thrown his entire self into it.
Then perhaps.
The Ideal Dreamland might have been Abyss Prince