Sure enough, his ambitions ran deep.
Back when they were with Senior Lone King, it had already been clear that Brother Pachi had a far grander vision than the likes of the Blasphemy Monarch. Now, at last, he had caught a glimpse of it.
Not only did he know the warehouse administrator's weak point—their Sanity Value—but he even seemed to have some grasp of what that weakness fundamentally meant?
Silent and still, blossoms flourished in splendid profusion.
In the prison of the King of Prison Break, where he stood alone, Fu Qian recalled a highly distinctive voice.
Even the habitual styling was similar to his own—a smooth, hairless head.
Sure enough, only when one's vision reached a certain level could one empathize with so many things.
He was now increasingly curious: after wreaking havoc at the wedding hall last time, what was Lord Pachi busy with this time?
Besides, the findings from today's research seemed capable of answering another question.
That was, during the previous mission, why had a light poke from him been enough to tear down Your Excellency Amnion's cathedral?
At the time, he had speculated that it was likely because outsiders were objects of supreme blasphemy to this world.
But where exactly did that blasphemy lie? That question now seemed to have an answer.
Perhaps what was tied to the identity of an outsider was this world's purer essence, something that stood even above a place like the prison.
And it had already been proven that even ordinary Higher Beings were violently rejected by the Sea of Mind.
It was hardly strange that an existence even more detached in some respects would be something even filthier to the Sea of Mind.
Come to think of it, the closer one was to the world's essence, the more one