Kill those who could be killed.
Turn it into a one-off deal.
As for those who could not be killed, or were difficult to kill, give up on the idea of locking horns with them to the death.
Instead, strike a deal with them and let the stream flow long and thin.
If they refused, there was no need to dwell on it. Just switch targets and keep going—do not hang yourself from a single tree.
As for those who were utterly beyond his ability to contend with, he avoided contact as much as possible until he was certain he could protect himself.
Seek fortune and avoid misfortune.
This had been Orsaga's habit since childhood.
Even when he occasionally had an episode and liked stirring up trouble for no reason.
The targets he picked were all the sort who had little they could do to him.
All in all, he liked soft persimmons, and whenever he caught the chance, he would squeeze them to death outright.
So, under the present circumstances.
Although Fredos still had some value, he was not worth offending the Lady of Pain over.
After all.
The Primal Pain within her was, comparatively speaking, a far more valuable product.
Before that primary target.
Fredos, and even the entire Githyanki race, were merely small gifts.
However, since he had already received the Lady of Pain's approval.
Then.
Naturally, there was no reason for him to refuse benefits delivered straight to his doorstep.
Thus, the next moment, with a shift of thought.
His consciousness.
Followed the positioning of the Power of Faith and sped into the distance.
It was a speed that surpassed all reason.
Almost impossible to catch!
In less than a second.
That golden light condensed from consciousness pierced through boundless time and space, crossed the barriers