Running away was something...
Arisila had plenty of experience with it. After all, he could be considered part of the running-man clan, even one of its forefathers.
Ever since witnessing the terror of the Samsara Era, Arisila had kept a low profile. In many matters, he believed less trouble was better than more.
Endure if he could; run if he could not. In any case, he drifted through the heavens.
As for his identity as an Abyssal Overlord, ever since he saw an Eternal Level Abyss Demon being taken away as a great medicine...
Arisila felt that being an Abyssal Overlord was nothing special, and the Abyss's territory was not indispensable either.
From then on, Arisila changed. If he could lie low, he would lie low.
The reason he had not run yet was that past experience had taught him that running was fine, but he first had to understand what had happened.
What exactly should he do? Who could he provoke, and who could he not provoke? He needed to understand all that. Otherwise, if he knew nothing, where could he run?
If he did not even know where was safe, how was he supposed to run?
At the same time.
On Yelokiji's side.
Yelokiji transformed into a somewhat melancholy middle-aged man, squatted atop a building with a cigarette in his mouth, and took occasional drags.
Why was this world so damned? And why had Destiny appeared so quickly? Everything about it was strange and abnormal.
"Sigh!!" The Lord of Trickery, the Dominator of Thousand Changes, Yelokiji, let out a sigh from the depths of his soul.
He had never been this troubled before.
"This time is an opportunity. If there is no opportunity even this time, it will be even harder in the future," Yelokiji muttered.
He looked