Slaughter Time (II)

Reckless and unrestrained.

Doing things on a whim.

These two traits, which he had never bothered to conceal, allowed Orsaga to live as he pleased.

Rules could only bind him when he was weak.

Once he possessed sufficient power, he began trying to change everything in ways he liked.

To put it bluntly, he did whatever the hell he wanted.

His face was written all over with utter lawlessness.

Blood, slaughter, death, pain...

At this moment, he wanted more of the things that delighted both body and mind.

Under his will,

Slaughter Time was like a horn of destruction, a source of chaotic calamity, plunging the infinitely expanding territory of Crimson Heaven into an atmosphere of brutality and madness.

Amid countless battle cries and sounds of slaughter,

he heard the truth of all things, the essence of chaos, and the joy of the Abyssal Will.

And this was no illusion.

As a grand slaughter, Slaughter Time was itself a regular sacrifice held by Orsaga.

It could basically be regarded as a simulated experiment of the Abyss Blood War.

Thus, drawing some attention from the Abyssal Will was entirely within expectations.

Some time later,

although Slaughter Time was still ongoing and all manner of chaotic lawlessness continued,

Orsaga had already withdrawn all his attention.

The results are decent, but using this to reach the level of a Demon Prince is probably unrealistic...

Though he felt a trace of regret,

Orsaga ultimately did not take this failure too seriously.

For even before this, he had clearly realized that if advancing to become a Demon Prince were so easy, there would not be so many Demon Lords who, after countless years, could not advance an inch and remained forever stuck at this level.

Therefore, he ultimately treated Slaughter Time merely as something akin