"Leisurely, wonderfully wicked days spent causing trouble everywhere..."
"They were fucking beautiful..."
Watching the Ancestor of Dragons PK the Foundation in a scene that carried the distinct vibe of a sci-fi monster movie,
Orsaga leisurely took a sip of tea.
As for the O5 Council's situation,
he had already learned the exact course of events through the future before they had formally made their decision.
As someone with full-screen cheats enabled,
the secrecy and mystery they maintained held no value whatsoever in his eyes.
For while those endless futures constantly split apart,
they were always bound by constraints.
He understood that this was the covert influence of the Boundless Dreamscape.
It was steering the plane toward changes it preferred.
Like a finicky author endlessly revising the plot.
To it,
if the story was not one it liked,
then none of it had any meaning...
This was the willfulness strong beings were entitled to.
Whether it was the Unity Council, that group bent on destroying the entire Multiverse,
or beings like OAA and Gann, who casually twisted all manner of realities and treated their own territories as local area networks,
their truest nature was to do whatever they pleased according to their own wishes.
So-called etiquette and morality held no meaning at all.
Whether gentle in temperament or brutal by nature, they all recklessly unleashed their endless power.
Ignoring conservation of energy, ignoring the barriers of time and space, ignoring all morality...
The only thing capable of restraining them was their own thoughts!
At this moment,
watching the spectacle of his creation displaying its might over there,
Orsaga lightly sipped his tea,
then casually raised the teacup in his hand toward the empty space ahead and said with a smile:
"A toast to that unrestrained life~"
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