At this moment, sated and drunk, the old master trapped in the net was awakened and began to ponder the insane desire to go out and spread pollution. Where did it come from, after all?
To turn other living beings into the same kind? No, no, no. Regardless of what other anomalies think, at the very least, what I want is to reign supreme!
And then? Of course, it's to indulge in endless life, to revel in food, drink, and pleasure, satisfying desires, the most important of which is the craving for food.
Just as this lad said, when the polluted aura spreads and more anomalies are born, can I truly have the power to reign? Or will I not be ruled and oppressed by stronger anomalies?
When all worlds are polluted, and the immortal souls are trapped in bodies always plagued by hunger, unable to die even if they want to, isn't that living in purgatory, never to be reincarnated?
