Crossing the sea of the multiverse.
This was not Roland's first time doing such a thing.
Unlike in the past, when he had needed to wade through it, his current power made striding across its surface from above a trivial matter.
But when he truly reached this infinite boundary, he still narrowed his eyes slightly.
Ahead, a head twisted like some monstrous creature had already extended its tongue, forcibly creating a material space rivaling the ocean behind him within this void devoid of spacetime logic.
When he stepped onto the unexpectedly solid ground, which looked as though it had been cast from flesh and corpses, multiverses caught in threads ignited like fireflies at night, forming a truly unusual road.
"...How surprising."
Roland raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.
It was not that he could not understand this phenomenon.
The scale of a powerful being's grandeur was, essentially, proportional to their strength.
In many cases, supposedly extravagant displays were merely a disparity born of perspective.
Before he had become a Demon God, when his power had only been equivalent to multiple individual universes and he had been running on fumes, even Roland had needed to create the Infinite Temple of Time, equivalent to a special universe, just to support his existence and his Throne in the gaps between worlds.
Although, to its creator himself, it had merely been a necessity he had had no choice but to make.
To the lives of most worlds, that was already no different from a god, and even surpassed the gods they imagined.
Thus, releasing an aura or killing intent to break an enemy's will to resist or mock their stupidity was a tried-and-true combat strategy at every level of strength.
Judging from the thoroughly dead {Serpent}, and how even his weight while sleeping would