Staring at the drifting mist of blood before him, Orsaga murmured to himself:
"I really do like this sight. No matter how hideous a creature may have been in life, that moment of death—when blood sprays through the air—is always beautiful."
As he spoke, he casually reached out with one long, slender hand and caught a chunk of flesh that had been flung through the air.
He tossed it into his mouth and chewed slowly.
"Hmm... from an elf's palate, the taste really is awful. No wonder you people don't like blood-based cuisine."
Frowning slightly, he still forced it down.
Since this body was built entirely using elven bloodlines, his taste and senses were no different from an ordinary elf's. The overpowering stench and flavor of demon flesh made it nearly impossible to enjoy.
Watching him wince as he swallowed, Golarial sighed and said:
"If it tastes that bad, why not just spit it out?"
But Orsaga, ever stubborn, shook his head and insisted:
"No way. I'm trying to experience what it's like for elves to eat raw flesh. It's... novel. I want to savor the moment."
Nearby, Alison gently reminded him:
"You do know most High-Rank Demons have toxic blood and flesh, right? Elves don't have resistance to that. You'll get poisoned."
"...Oh. In that case, never mind."
Orsaga obediently spat the meat back out and grumbled:
"This body is too fragile. Can't handle heat or cold, can't soak in lava, has no disease resistance, can't even eat raw meat. Still prefer my real body—it's built for everything."
"...That's how most races are. Not every species is born with the ridiculous advantages of Abyssal Demons," Golarial muttered, nudging him in the side with her elbow. "Besides, compared to most abyssal demons, you're the abnormal one. You've always acted... off."
During her years in the Abyss, she had met her fair share of demons—but none quite like Orsaga. From his power to his personality, everything about him was odd. A textbook aberration.
Orsaga's elven ears twitched as he rubbed his chin.
"I think I'm pretty normal, actually. You've only seen a small part of me. Your levels just aren't high enough to comprehend the full picture."
If their strength were even slightly higher, they'd realize that Orsaga's growth rate was utterly freakish—even by Abyss standards. The kind of outlier who belongs in a research lab.
---
Minutes later.
With the final High-Rank Demon falling in a pool of blood, face frozen in anguish, the suppression from the plane around them suddenly lessened.
The elves of the Elsella Kingdom immediately noticed the change.
Excitement spread through their ranks.
This meant the first and most critical step of their operation was now complete.
Orsaga waved his hand, and from the corpses of the High-Rank Demons, translucent orbs began to float into the air.
Souls.
The result of two weeks of merciless slaughter.
Nearly the entire native intelligent population had been wiped out.
Even the wild beasts had been devastated—two-thirds of their species extinct.
The planet had undergone a mass extinction.
Had they arrived a month later, even the planet's core energy might've been drained, turning it into a dead husk floating in space.
Now, even the demons' own souls belonged to Orsaga.
[High-Rank Demon Souls: 17]
[Intelligent Creature Souls: 8,772,545,741]
[Beast-Class Creature Souls: 3,657,224,573,574]
All of that for the cost of a reusable planar coordinate.
Orsaga nodded in satisfaction.
"Solid profit this time..."
He casually popped a soul into his mouth to taste it.
"Ugh... Elven taste buds really are useless."
---
Hours later.
Standing at the heart of a vast magical formation, the Elven King looked to Orsaga and asked hesitantly:
"Are you sure this is going to work?"
Orsaga, who had already checked the ritual multiple times, gave an assured nod.
"Absolutely. Just follow the steps exactly."
It wasn't unlike how ancient civilizations on Earth would conduct grand ceremonies to appease the heavens—prayers for peace and prosperity. Except this was more… efficient.
After all, Earth's offerings were usually native livestock or minerals—things the plane already possessed. From the standpoint of the Plane Will, it was just moving resources from one hand to the other.
That kind of tribute had no real impact.
But the offerings prepared here were Plane Consciousness Crystals—rare, externally sourced essence. To the Plane Will, it was like receiving a foreign currency windfall. A genuine bribe.
Protection money.
"Buy peace, not beg for it."
As the ritual began, the Elven King climbed atop a stone platform, holding the glowing crystal aloft and chanting:
"O great nurturer of all things... guardian of life... exalted will of this world... may your benevolent gaze fall upon us. I, Glaman Elua'the…"
Off to the side, Orsaga scoffed.
"World Wills don't even have fully developed self-awareness. Sucking up to them like that is pointless. He should've just used the script I wrote."
Golarial and Alison gave him matching looks of disdain.
"With your script, we'd get blasted by divine lightning," Golarial muttered.
Orsaga's proposed speech:
"Oi, Plane Will! Yeah, you — big floating consciousness or whatever. I got a deal for ya. You stop trying to smite us,
and I'll pay you in premium-grade consciousness juice.
You win, I win, nobody gets turned into cosmic confetti.
Grunt once for yes, twice for no.
If you don't grunt, I'll assume yes and move in anyway.
Don't make this weird. Just take the bribe and pretend we're locals. Come on — blink your clouds if you're in."
Needless to say, the Elven King had chosen to write his own.
Orsaga grumbled:
"Mine was clear, concise, and effective…"
Just then, the air changed.
A powerful will—immense and boundless—descended over the land.
The clouds split open, and a golden light pierced the heavens, illuminating the Elven King.
The light condensed into a single glowing rune that floated down into his hands, replacing the crystal.
This was the Plane Will's acknowledgment.
Any citizen of the Kingdom of Elsella could now imprint the rune onto their soul, gaining recognition as a native lifeform of this world.
A spiritual green card.
---
As the sky returned to normal, Orsaga turned to the beaming Elven King and said:
"Well, now there's nothing major left to worry about."
"Just two final tasks:
1. Eliminate the remaining native intelligent species;
2. Restore the ecosystem and make this planet suitable for elven habitation."
He casually handed over a map.
On it were hundreds of thousands of red dots.
Each one marked a remaining native intelligent being.
The Elven King's excitement wavered, his expression turning hesitant.
To wipe out the original inhabitants and seize their land… it went against everything he believed in.
But Orsaga merely smiled.
"Don't forget—those survivors are the original owners of this land. If you don't finish the job, you'll be creating a problem for yourselves later. And besides—this all started because of your people, remember?"
Now that they had the Plane Will's blessing, even if they slaughtered the remaining natives, there would be no cosmic backlash.
What once would've been an invasion was now classified as internal conflict.
A technicality, but an important one.
And Orsaga waited patiently to see what the Elven King would choose—
To play dumb?
Or to become ruthless?
He loved this kind of scenario.
In fact, he'd even made sure to leave a few survivors... just to set it up.
After all, a proper demon should enjoy his narrative threads.
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