The man completely ignored Shion. Instead, he looked at Awen, haughtily raising his head as he said, "You must be Awen, the soul from another world. You must have been the one who came up with the idea to eliminate a Mōryō like that. The seven of us had found it strange. How could Naruto, Madara Uchiha, and that bunch from the Nara family possibly resist Mōryō?"
Awen frowned, his purple eyes coldly watching this person who made him deeply uncomfortable. This guy really did look arrogant.
"Don't underestimate the Shinobi World. From what you're saying, it seems Mōryō really is dead. Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
"Awen, you do indeed have the right to know my name. Lucifer. Speaking of which, that name came from your memories..."
Lucifer pointed at his own head. He had not once regarded Naruto and the others highly as he said coldly and arrogantly, "Of all the Ōtsutsuki Gods Mōryō devoured, only seven remained after you killed the rest. Mōryō himself was painfully tortured to death. After all, he was just a minor character. In your memories, he was nothing more than an insignificant boss. Even the one from the Limited Tsukuyomi World was the same. Without someone else's help, how could trash like that ever have reached this point..."
"After his death, his origin fused with the seven remaining Ōtsutsuki Gods, creating us as we are now. Awen, don't confuse us with trash like Mōryō." Lucifer's cold words were filled with contempt for Mōryō.
"Your arrogance really suits that name."
Awen smiled faintly. Still, Mōryō had actually been tortured to death—taken out so humiliatingly by Hanabi Hyuga. But it was true. Mōryō had only ever been a movie boss. No matter how much stronger he became or how powerful his origins were,