A Familiar Sense of Déjà Vu

Like pinching an ant, he picked up a struggling loser between two fingers and rubbed him a few times.

Feeling the other party turn into countless grains of powder beneath the high temperature between his fingers.

Orsaga could not help softly humming a rhythmic tune, as though he were simply enjoying some leisure and entertainment.

Not far away, the Ancestor Beast continued launching fierce attacks without pause.

But in practical terms, their effect was almost nonexistent.

As an existence manifested from the World Consciousness, the Ancestor Beast possessed three strongest traits: First, it could freely draw upon the energy of the entire world, while its mana bar and health bar were linked to the world, barely qualifying it for half-infinite energy and infinite Life Force. Second, low-level attacks—whether physical attacks, magical attacks, special attacks, seals, barriers...—could not affect it at all. Not even forced health reduction would work. Third, the crushing superiority of a world soul. Any low-level existence struck by it would be crushed by the entire Alara World, erased simultaneously from both body and soul!

It could be said.

This was an opponent that the weak had no way of challenging.

One went up, one died!

Infinite endurance, impossible to break its defenses, death upon contact, and an attack range at least equal to the entirety of Alara World...

But these things suited for trampling fodder were utterly meaningless to Orsaga.

First of all, he was not weak.

The attacks he made with every gesture could tear apart the Ancestor Beast's body.

This meant its second trait was useless.

And as an invader from an Outer Plane, Orsaga had long grown accustomed to so-called world crushing. Put bluntly, it was merely a manifestation of the world's suppressive force.

In that regard, Orsaga possessed more than enough experience in