The World's Scale

Recalling how utterly dumbfounded he had been when it happened.

Even a monster like Diagulaga was genuinely speechless and helpless in the face of it.

Until now.

He still had not figured out what had caused that spectacle of the world repeatedly being destroyed and restored, nor what meaning the whole matter actually held.

It could not possibly be that the whole thing was meaningless, utterly devoid of significance, and merely some kind of random natural phenomenon—or that... some unimaginably powerful lifeform had been bored out of its mind and was messing around at random, right!?

Those guesses were simply too absurd and illogical...

He did not even know whether all of this had been secretly orchestrated by The End Emperor.

Although The End Emperor had made no moves for years and was basically always in that strange state of not concerning himself with worldly affairs, even when fully aware that the Rebel Faction was secretly meddling in all sorts of extremely harmful affairs, he still never did anything. There were practically no records of him taking action, making it seem as though the enormous End Empire did not belong to him at all...

By that logic, under normal circumstances, the other party should not possibly have done something like this.

But there was a problem.

Very often, the most impossible option was the correct answer.

As a monster.

Diagulaga did not mind considering the matter from the perspective of assuming the greatest possible malice.

For example, he could assume that The End Emperor was someone very likely to destroy the world of his own accord, or imagine him as some kind of mastermind with a special objective, with the world's repeated destruction and restoration being a special experiment the other party was conducting...

In any case.

As someone who