Anyone who had played single-player games should know how boring an otherwise decent game became after reading every walkthrough and enabling every option in a cheat program.
The story lost its meaning, exploration vanished altogether, and the sense of achievement dropped to almost nothing.
For Orsaga, most of what he experienced was precisely that sort of meaningless affair.
If he wanted to.
He could know everything about this plane right from the outset.
So, to keep things entertaining, this avatar of his had never deliberately examined any Timeline.
To him.
Everything here was still a relatively new script.
Granted, it might not be all that interesting.
But overall, Orsaga at least had a little something to look forward to.
Still.
If possible, he genuinely hoped something interesting would happen.
Failing that, an Abyss Lord suddenly popping out to pick a fight with him would do.
Unfortunately, his do-not-disturb aura was simply too strong. Not a single fellow would come provoke him.
Even on Blue Star, where he occupied a slot among the top transmigrators yet lay around doing absolutely nothing, the slacker among slackers, only a few clueless hotheads came looking for trouble. And after seeing him, those ambitious hotheads usually started trembling like noodles before they even made a move.
Honestly, he felt rather helpless about that.
He clearly hadn't done anything, hadn't even released his aura, yet they were still as timid as quails.
It left him wondering what they had even come for. All he could do was casually crush them into meat paste and feed them to the fish.
As for Orsaga's true body, after a long stretch of idleness, he finally had something to do.
Ever since Gann had thrashed him last time.
He had adopted the attitude of, *You can't kill me anyway, so