The So-Called Worthy Death

"Sorry, sorry..."

"Such a bother..."

"What exactly is this world hiding..."

Hearing the rather dissatisfied muttering of the other beings, the Ink Green Mist Sea paid it little mind and silently thought through its various plans for the future.

Although the power that had caused the world to repeatedly restart had already proven through real examples that its effects were absolutely not to be underestimated.

But was it truly power at the level of a Supreme Stage Awakened?

Or could a Transcendent Stage Awakened really rely on it to complete their own advancement?

If those two things could truly be accomplished,

then why was the sole Supreme Stage Awakened of the current era doing nothing at all, still sitting peacefully upon the Imperial Throne and looking down upon all living beings...

Could it be that the other party found this world too lonely and boring?

Had the other party become somewhat burdened by being lonely at the top and overly bored, and was therefore deliberately giving all those ambitious individuals a chance?

...All of this.

It had far too many possibilities.

Various conjectures gradually surfaced in its mind, including all kinds of obscure schemes and plots.

But it also understood that none of those conjectures actually meant much.

Everything ultimately had to be put into practice before it could be confirmed.

For example, whether the power capable of making the world restart infinitely could help them advance to the Supreme Stage... That was something whose accurate answer could only be obtained through experimentation. For now, it was merely a hypothesis.

Furthermore,

it knew one thing very clearly.

The ambitious fellows within the Stability Faction were likewise waiting for any sign of that power surfacing. Those people had certainly used the official forces to repeatedly investigate many sensitive areas where