While Golarial and Orsaga were casually chatting—
"What are you two talking about?"
A new female voice suddenly rang out inside the room.
Golarial's expression changed at once.
She didn't particularly like this woman.
The voice belonged to Iris.
Among the four women, she was the most prone to jealousy—by far.
In fact, over the past few days, around 60% of the friction between them had originated from her.
While elves generally adhered to a monogamous tradition, given the varied customs across different planes, polygamy wasn't unheard of. That's why both Golarial and Alison had a relatively open attitude toward Orsaga's... complicated love life.
But Iris and Kayla were different. In their worldview, monogamy was a fundamental principle—practically sacred.
Even between the two of them, there had been no shortage of friction over Orsaga.
So whenever Iris interacted with Golarial and Alison, she always came across as combative and territorial.
To Iris—an executive of a multinational group—fighting for what you wanted was second nature.
The perfect mindset of a corporate powerwoman.
Compared to Golarial's and Alison's more relaxed views, her approach was… worlds apart.
Still, even though she didn't like her much, Golarial knew that Orsaga disliked drama—especially when it happened right in front of him.
So she answered politely, "Just some casual small talk."
Iris walked over with a smile, pulled out a chair, and sat down like she owned the place.
"Mind if I join you?"
Her demeanor was calm and natural.
You'd never guess she had been arguing with Golarial just days ago.
Golarial showed no emotion. "Suit yourself."
And so the three of them sat there, chatting casually—on and off—for about twenty minutes.
Then, out of nowhere, Iris pointed at Orsaga and asked Golarial,
"By the way, how did you two meet him?"
The question made a faint look of nostalgia flash across Golarial's face.
"I met him at a banquet, years ago."
Then her expression turned a little awkward.
"As for Alison… I think their first meeting was at a battlefront. They actually fought."
"Thinking about it now, the two of us have been with him for several decades."
As she spoke, she reached out and tugged lightly on one of Orsaga's elven ears. His head wobbled back and forth like a bobblehead doll.
Just recalling the number of women he'd been with in front of her over the decades. Golarial felt a wave of irritation rise in her chest.
The number she knew about already exceeded three digits.
This guy had clearly never even tried to change his ways.
And now, he'd even brought two more troublesome women into the mix. It was enough to make her fume.
Oblivious to Golarial's internal grumbling, Iris murmured thoughtfully,
"Decades, huh? That's… a long time."
To her—a human—decades were practically a lifetime.
Time long enough to change everything.
Golarial smiled and asked, "Then how did you two meet him?"
Iris looked at Orsaga, her eyes briefly glinting with reminiscence.
"Fate, I guess. He was wandering aimlessly on my homeworld, and by sheer coincidence, we ran into each other—again and again. Eventually, it just… happened.
Other than fate, I really don't know how else to explain it."
After saying that, she looked down at her own hand and suddenly had a strange thought:
"It's already been a few years... I'm not that young anymore."
Thanks to supernatural power, her appearance had stayed fixed at around her mid-twenties. But in actual age, she had already reached thirty.
The realization brought a complicated feeling to her heart.
So she suddenly pinched Orsaga hard on the waist, glaring at him.
"You bastard, can't you be a little more loyal?!"
"Ugh—my kidneys… Loyalty really doesn't suit my personality…"
Orsaga groaned helplessly, still in his elf form.
Iris, clearly at her wit's end, snapped:
"If this were Talandra Star, you'd be committing a crime right now!"
Unfazed, Orsaga retorted flatly:
"Then have them change the law for me.
Talandra Star's laws, the sector's laws—rewrite them all."
Power was truth—and with his current strength, Orsaga was the law in every star system nearby.
"Hmph!"
Iris, unwilling to argue with someone so shameless, turned and stormed out.
At the doorway, Kayla and Alison had somehow shown up without anyone noticing.
They silently observed the scene—but neither said a word.
After a few exchanged glances, they too quietly walked away.
Several hours later—
With Golarial gone, Orsaga was once again left alone in the room, focused on his work.
After wrapping things up, he calmly lay down on the floor, staring through the ceiling.
A rare hint of confusion surfaced in his mind.
'I'll probably get stabbed someday… hopefully not too many times…'
'Still… does this count as a family?'
When it came to strangers or acquaintances, Orsaga had no qualms about killing—man, woman, old, or young, it didn't matter.
But toward those he had a close bond with—he showed something closer to indulgence.
He didn't know what this strange emotional state was called.
But… it felt okay.
Maybe this was the most "normal" part of his otherwise twisted, chaotic mindset.
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Two months later.
All matters on Fae Star had been handled.
After leaving behind a personal safeguard for each of the four women—Alison, Golarial, Iris, and Kayla—
Orsaga returned to the 6,548,257th layer of the Abyss: The Lava Wastelands
"Let's see now… it should look something like this, right…"
He stood in front of a large magic formation, rubbing his chin with uncertainty.
This was a spell formation created through his Abyssal Contract ability. A high-level application that allowed the user to search for information about other planes.
Of course, since there was no summoner to guide him in, whether he could actually sneak into a new world depended entirely on luck.
It was totally possible to get disintegrated by that plane's consciousness mid-jump.
And even if he made it in, without a proper visitor's permit, he'd be an illegal entity.
That meant overwhelming planar suppression, resulting in a significant drop in power.
Still, the upside was that he wasn't bound by any summoner contracts—everything would be under his own control.
There was also a decent chance of ending up in a completely undeveloped plane, untouched by outside forces.
If that happened, he'd be the first to drink from the well—
And reap the first wave of benefits.
After all, any plane that had already developed summoning magic probably meant the pioneers had long since eaten the main course.
At that point, you'd be lucky to scrape up leftovers.
(Assuming those pioneers hadn't become ritual materials themselves…)
It all came down to luck.
And so, Orsaga prepared for his first round of unsummoned, self-initiated cross-planar travel, hoping to snag a promising new world.
Maybe it'll work out?
If not, that was fine too. He had time.
With infinite lifespan, he could afford to wait.
Once everything was ready, he reached out to activate the ritual—
Wondering if he'd draw a trash-tier card and die on the spot, or pull an SSR and walk into a golden age.
Then a sudden thought struck him:
'Wait a minute… this feels kinda low-effort. Aren't I supposed to do incense offerings and ritual purification or something at times like this…?'
He mulled it over for a few seconds.
Then casually pushed open the door and headed down the street.
A few minutes later—
He returned dragging a few dozen still-dripping corpses behind him.
After hanging them up around the room—
He looked at the now-grisly, cavernous chamber—
Ominous, oppressive, and steeped in dark atmosphere.
A grin slowly spread across his face.
"Now that's more like it. Feels like I'm gonna get lucky."
Then he activated the magic formation—
And projected his consciousness into the Multiverse Sea.
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