"Beep beep beep~~~~"
Another burst of calls rang out from the communicator.
Inside the courtyard of a manor with no other buildings for a thousand meters around.
Orsaga was slumped beside a barbecue grill, quietly watching the maids brush sauce onto his food.
It was a fully prepared polar bear.
In this day and age.
Thanks to the maturity of genetic cloning technology, even ordinary people could freely eat all kinds of animals. After all, it only took one click to clone them.
So it was nothing unusual.
It was even a relatively cheap commoner's delicacy.
And between the food about to be served and the urgently ringing communicator.
It was obvious which mattered more.
So, more than twenty minutes later.
Only after finishing his late-night snack did Orsaga calmly switch on the communicator and read the message inside.
As someone who had somehow become the benchmark for combat strength among the Court of Transmigrators.
Back when those powerful transmigrators had intended to join forces and pressure the Councilors, Orsaga and Wanwan had naturally been among those invited.
At the time, merely intending to spectate in person under his real name.
Orsaga had not bothered to avoid suspicion and had simply gone over to make up the numbers.
In any case, after everyone exchanged a few moves and found the other party difficult to provoke, they had all chosen compromise...
As for him, from beginning to end, he had barely said a few words, much less clashed with anyone. He had been nothing but decoration.
And now, because when he had been asked what kind of power he excelled at, he had casually answered that he was skilled with souls.
After all, whether it was eating souls or tormenting souls, he was an expert at both.
The invitation from Jue