Status was determined by strength.
Likewise.
So were relationships.
Because of the obvious change in their respective strengths.
The Flying Spaghetti Monster God was now far more restrained before Orsaga than he had been in the past.
He did not even dare to joke around, appearing exceedingly cautious and meticulous.
Orsaga had no negative opinion of this.
Caution.
It was one of the necessary prerequisites for many beings to survive.
So there was nothing wrong with the other party acting this way.
Besides, Orsaga was someone who believed from the bottom of his heart that strength equaled power.
Therefore, after his strength had increased.
He naturally did not think there was anything wrong with an old acquaintance becoming more restrained around him.
He merely found it perfectly natural.
The other party ought to look up at him!!
And the Flying Spaghetti Monster God's worries.
Actually made perfect sense as well.
If he were unhappy, Orsaga really might kill him on the spot.
And eat him as a plate of pasta right there.
Other than his own wife and daughter.
Orsaga would not feel the slightest psychological burden over killing anyone.
That included his own subordinates.
He was a bad guy.
That was an inborn fact.
It would not change in the slightest just because his strength had grown.
This fact invisibly proved that the Flying Spaghetti Monster God's caution had indeed been useful.
At the very least.
It had kept him from dying on the spot.
"Are you planning to end this competition?"
After exchanging pleasantries, this was the Flying Spaghetti Monster God's question.
If Orsaga truly intended to interfere with the competition directly.
He felt it would be better to withdraw and run away as soon as possible...
"No, no, don't misunderstand. I have absolutely no interest in something