After taking down Gilgamesh, Shin watched Aizen leave.
Just as he disliked being around Aizen, he believed Aizen felt the same way.
The saying that kindred spirits became confidants only applied in rare cases. When two schemers came together, they were more likely to think about how to plot against each other and increase their own benefits.
Once Aizen had completely vanished from sight, Shin fell into thought.
He had gained a preliminary understanding of the rules of Myriad Worlds Continent. It was like raising venomous insects—throwing the strongest figures from various worlds onto this continent and using them to determine the ultimate strongest.
As for the purpose behind it all, Shin had yet to figure it out due to the lack of information. Perhaps it truly involved receiving the inheritance of some great universal will, or perhaps it was something else entirely.
Still, to gather the strong from so many worlds together, that will had to be at least multiversal in scale.
That was not his primary concern for now. His most urgent task was to increase his own strength and drive the other factions out of the game.
No matter what the will behind the scenes intended, improving his own strength could never be wrong. Only absolute power would allow him to handle any situation.
A major reason he had chosen to target Gilgamesh was that the man possessed the Gate of Babylon, which could increase his combat power, yet had no substantial faction behind him. He was practically a walking fat sheep.
On this continent, where powerful beings were everywhere, lone experts like him would easily become prey in someone else's sights unless they were freaks on Saitama's level.
Shin had merely struck before anyone else did.
"After Gilgamesh, it'll be time to move against the others.