Tentacle Man had stayed in Chaotic City.
There... any power, however arbitrary, was a mountain high to him.
Above these powers, there were various powerful organizations, layers upon layers of high-sequence mountains pressing down, their summits out of sight.
As for the Spirit King of legend, to someone as insignificant as him, it was an existence to be looked up to but invisible, unreachable.
This is... the Present World...
Layers of hierarchy, wide chasms dividing everything.
Tentacle Man carefully observed these Spirit Prince's Heirs, according to the information he had just heard.
These individuals before him, were all from the side branches of some major Spirit King family.
Even so.
They still stood above everyone's head, not only without the need for the Eye of Destiny's selection but also without the need for their own efforts, protected by the mighty.
