What was fun?
That was a very complicated concept.
It needed to be judged in conjunction with one's own hobbies and experiences.
Even so, so-called fun would still keep changing under the influence of all kinds of factors.
For example:
Food one had once liked might suddenly become unappealing because of some inexplicable thought.
Films and shows one had once loved dearly could turn into something one loathed because of a certain plot development...
Life was ever-changing, and naturally, so were the interests of living beings.
As a pure-blooded Abyss Demon, Orsaga's current interests had, more or less, been influenced by his previous life.
But those negligible memories could not affect him too greatly.
This resulted in him indeed bearing traces of his previous life, yet those faint traces had inevitably become even more twisted.
And that undoubtedly suited the vile nature of an Abyss Demon even better.
For example, he considered himself a transmigrator as well.
Thus, in his eyes, transmigrators had become a kind of food with special significance.
Those transmigrators who came from the same hometown in particular fit his culinary standards.
They were premium ingredients!
Under such circumstances.
So-called childhood memories only made him feel that those anime characters, film characters... possessed some additional special meaning compared to completely unfamiliar characters.
For example: they looked tastier? They looked more worth eating? They looked like they could take a beating?
In short, none of those were particularly good thoughts.
A genuine old-school otaku's degeneracy.
Perfectly fitting the traits of a lunatic.
Men fell silent, women wept.
That was more or less what it meant.
However, on this trip.
Other than having a meal.
Orsaga had not come away entirely empty-handed.
While tracing things along Causality, Orsaga found something interesting within one of this plane's Causality Lines.