The world needed an unimaginably long time to develop consciousness.
Far longer, in fact, than the billions of years the gods outside had lived.
If Wood kept trying to blow himself up, and suppressing him each time cost a fraction of the world's essence, then sooner or later the world would run out of essence and fall asleep.
If Wood were a being of this world, then even an existence as unusual as the Evil of the World could be casually erased, at least temporarily, by the world's consciousness.
But the key problem was that Wood's soul didn't belong to this world. So the world's consciousness itself could do nothing about this illegal immigrant.
As the consciousness representing the world itself, it was practically omnipotent within this world. Even now, erasing a god or creating one to fight Wood would be easy.
But against Wood, this stubborn bastard who blew himself up whenever he couldn't win, it was utterly helpless.
It couldn't erase him directly, and if it created powerful enemies to fight him, he might decide to blow himself up at any moment.
What could it do against someone who didn't fear death? Since force wouldn't work, the only option was to try persuasion.
"You say you're the consciousness representing the world, not that Floor Boss on the 99th floor. So that means the bizarre Floor Boss I just fought was killed by me?
"But as far as I know, monsters in this Dungeon always drop items when they're killed, right?
"Especially a monster as unusual as a Floor Boss. And this was my first clear, too. I killed such a powerful Floor Boss, yet not only was there no precious loot, there wasn't even a single magic stone. That makes no sense at all.
"So I suspect that