Confidence

In Orsaga's view, if conventional mages mostly followed the path of elemental studies, researching elemental energy,

then the wizards of this world followed biology and curse studies.

Of the two, one was bound to look crooked and grotesque, even less human than Orsaga's humanoid form...

One could well imagine just how abnormal those wizards looked.

Multiple eyes and extra arms were standard fare; two or three heads were what counted as unconventional.

It could be said that standing among those humans who looked like demons and monsters, Orsaga's crimson eyes, golden pupils, and sharp nails were absolutely nothing eye-catching. They immediately became negligible.

I actually look more human than humans. What a new discovery!

He had sighed over it more than once.

Though nobody else agreed with him.

Looking at Hawthorne, who remained hidden within a spatial rift and still had no intention of showing himself, Orsaga asked, "How many of those little ones do you think can become formal wizards?"

Though he did not understand why Orsaga was asking such a question, Hawthorne still answered, "There are roughly 1,200 people in this batch. Based on past odds, probably fewer than thirty will become formal wizards."

Orsaga smiled as he remarked, "I recall that only around one in every 17,000 people possesses wizard aptitude, and among that one in ten thousand, only about one in forty can become a formal wizard. That really is one or two in a million."

Even the orthodox mage profession, long known for its low class-change rate, had far higher odds than wizards.

It could be said that if the Wizarding World had not been vast enough, if the entire world had not been one sprawling continent, and if the number of humans upon it had not been great enough,

then with such a pitiful class-change rate, those wizards simply could not have formed a civilization.

In response to his assessment, Hawthorne calmly said, "That does not matter at all. In my eyes, one formal wizard is far more important than a million mortals. They are the foundation stones of wizard civilization. No matter how many mortals there are, they are merely useless soil."

"Indeed. One sufficiently outstanding individual is often more useful than a whole crowd of mediocre ones."

Orsaga nodded and did not refute him. Instead, he voiced his own opinion. "But compared to being inefficient breeding machines, I think those mortals should be put to greater use—for example, by having them develop other technologies."

Hawthorne directly rejected the idea. "There is no need. It is too troublesome and too unstable."

Having said that, he departed through the spatial rift for somewhere else, clearly unwilling to dwell further on the matter.

Sensing that the other party had left, Orsaga shook his head and sighed. "What a pity..."

He was not pitying those commoners. He was lamenting that he would not get to watch a good show.

If Hawthorne had followed his suggestion just now, Orsaga was confident he could have caused the mortal nations of this world to evolve a Technological Civilization.

The thought of an emerging Technological Civilization intersecting with an ancient wizard civilization made Orsaga feel faintly expectant.

When that time came, would the wizards, already on the downward slope, still be able to rule this world as they always had?

No matter the outcome, the two sides would surely clash in some way.

Although he did not yet want to make any major moves in this world, his chaotic nature still made him look forward to seeing this world burst into flames...

Jumping down from the branch, he casually plucked a flower from the ground and placed it in his hand.

Orsaga could clearly sense that every Death Tribulation Flower was revealing unreserved malice toward this world.

After more than ten years of evolution, his plague had gained many effects beyond its former foundation. The most important among them was the ability to corrode the world.

As long as he wished it, the power of Death Plague Calamity—Death Tribulation Flower would take the form of a plague and establish, in that location, an area suited for Orsaga's activities.

When the Death Tribulation Flowers fully bloomed, Orsaga would be able to partially ignore the world's suppressive force within that area and no longer have to constantly endure the resistance of a foreign world.

This was especially important to Orsaga, who already possessed some resistance to world suppression!

It meant that, to a certain extent, he could set foot in another world in a state close to his peak strength, no longer having to endure the troubles of a weakened period.

And for a Demon to truly invade another world, it also had to possess a similar ability.

Otherwise, after causing destruction to a certain extent, it would inevitably be violently kicked out by the World Consciousness!

For that very reason, turning an away field into a home field had become an essential skill every Demon needed to master.

Although Orsaga's Inheritance Memory contained many relevant spells and rituals, they either caused too much commotion or were far too cumbersome to use. Their flaws were too numerous to list, so he only treated them as reference materials.

Using them as experience and building upon them,

he developed new applications for the Talent Ability Death Plague Calamity—Death Tribulation Flower.

Thus, he obtained an invasion method truly suited to himself.

In this, his other Talent Abilities also played an indispensable role.

Whenever a problem reached a bottleneck and he racked his brains to no avail,

for example, while he was gnawing on a chicken leg and beating up some random passerby to relax, inspiration would inexplicably appear in his mind and help him smoothly overcome the difficulty.

This fully proved that success came from ninety-nine percent effort and one percent inspiration, while cheating could skip most of the process and directly obtain the result!

Thus, Orsaga chose to cheat!

One had to know one's own limits as a person, and the same applied to being a Demon. He knew perfectly well what he was capable of. If he could ride with the wind and sail with the current, why would he make things harder for himself?

With his current breadth of knowledge, he still could not tell what the Evolution System truly was. But at least so far, he had not discovered any harm it had caused him. It was more like a simple auxiliary piece of equipment, without even basic Artificial Intelligence.

As for wariness or resistance, he had never entertained either thought.

If the Evolution System really was poisoned bait bestowed by someone else, he could not understand what that person could possibly gain from it. It would be like an Immortal poisoning a Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir that granted immortality when eaten, merely to poison an ordinary rabbit. What meaning would there be in that?

Had they eaten too much?

Something that could be solved with one finger, yet they insisted on mutilating themselves and spilling blood.

Was he worth that price?

Even he himself did not believe he was worth more than the Evolution System.

Besides, if some supreme big shot truly was plotting against him, Orsaga did not believe that his little bit of ability could stir up any waves before an existence of that level.

To such an existence, so-called resistance would at most be a clown's clumsy performance. Once he was held in their hand, would he still have any choice?

So rather than spending that effort thinking up conspiracy theories, Orsaga felt it was more practical to take things one step at a time.

At the very least, the knowledge and perspective he had gained through power would not deceive him.

Even if one day he lost everything, with the knowledge and experience he possessed now, he could switch professions that very day into a spellcasting class or a fighting class.

That was his most fundamental source of confidence.

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