Practicing Was Out of the Question

To be honest, Orsaga had no particular feelings about so-called ascenders.

If he had to describe them, they were probably just free-range sacrifices to him.

Compared with other sacrifices, they had only one advantage worth mentioning.

They tasted a little better.

...Mm...

It was roughly the difference between poultry raised in crowded farm pens and poultry allowed to roam a hillside.

Even so, quite a few of his subordinates were enthusiastic about the matter.

Day in and day out, they pondered how to improve efficiency and provide him with better sacrifices.

As a good leader who cared for his subordinates, what could he do besides being deeply moved?

He simply couldn't bear to refuse!

He could only eat the ascenders, each carrying a piece of his subordinates' heartfelt devotion, with tears in his eyes.

They made nice little appetizers before or after a meal.

Without exaggeration, every story behind these events was remarkably heartwarming!

After counting the lower layers of the Heavenly Net True Realm, Orsaga soon turned his gaze upward.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...

He counted his way up, layer by layer.

Every layer followed the same nested pattern, without exception.

Countless lower worlds made up a single upper world.

Just looking at it made him need to piss.

There was nothing interesting about it. It was far too rigid.

Fortunately, the nesting had a limit. It did not continue infinitely.

Before long, Orsaga saw the very top of all those worlds.

He could even clearly see the people on the highest layer, each wearing a deadpan expression as they looked down on the lower worlds.

Their faces were so full of arrogance that Orsaga found it rather irritating.

After all, they were only about as strong as Great Demons at best. He could