Heaven of Opportunity.
As the opposite of Crimson Heaven.
Melolina had never cared what this place was like, nor did she care in the slightest whether the beings here lived or died, or even existed at all.
But as her father.
Orsaga had still put quite a bit of thought into creating this place.
He had specifically gathered many additional elements fitting the theme from every region of the entire Multiverse.
Thus.
Compared with Crimson Heaven, where the question of whether its residents lived or died was random and difficult to define, this place was undoubtedly a truly habitable land for relatively normal beings.
At the very least.
The number of mentally ill residents was far below the average level of the Bottomless Abyss...
Enough to make the warm and hospitable Abyss Demons burst into tears on the spot when they saw it.
Damn it!!
Such simple, honest folkways!!
Such courtesy between strangers!!
How could the Bottomless Abyss, where even strangers could meet and share heartfelt words, have such an awful place!!!!
My fists are fucking clenched!!!!
What, the Crimson King made this?
Then pretend I said nothing.
On a grassland covered in lush vegetation.
A crimson gate of light appeared without warning. As a rather burly figure strode out from it, it swiftly closed and vanished.
At that moment.
The Sleeping Celestial, whose flowing hair was formed from roaring flames burning atop his head and who looked incredibly trendy and striking, received a vast amount of information the instant he arrived.
It did not come from Orsaga.
Rather, it was information automatically spilling out from within Heaven of Opportunity.
As an outsider.
Through understanding and analyzing that information, the Sleeping Celestial quickly grasped the general situation here.
For example:
Who was the master of this place?
What were