It was a ragtag group, bearing farming tools and showing less strength than peasants protesting in the countryside. It was comical to consider that they were expected to defeat the demons who could easily defeat sword masters. From Davey's perspective, these devils, who had ended up killing his loved ones, could be considered a hostile force in this place, despite their seeming weakness.

Sure, an Eighth Circle wizard was a disaster-grade entity on the continent, but there was a clear hierarchy above them, and the gap between each level was immense. The heroes of the Heroes Hall were all powerful individuals who had spent a long time in the hall and had grown exceptionally strong. To compare their strength to their past selves would be laughable.

The moment one of these entities, unable to interfere with the world, was able to exert their power, the standards of this world would become meaningless. The Abyss was complex; just as the entities in the Abyss could not fully comprehend Davey, Davey himself could not fully comprehend them either.

However, even though the creatures of this world seemed insignificant and weak to Davey, they were significant and powerful to the inhabitants. Just as a max level user could easily kill a field boss at a beginner hunting ground, a newbie who had just started the game might find the same boss a matter of life and death.

He could solve everything if he intervened, but the Observer had shouted that any excessive intervention on Davey’s part was absolutely impossible. The problem was not this world; it was that he would not be able to return if he intervened too much.

As a consciousness contemplating this world, this world should be the priority. But the Observer only wanted to kindle a spark of hope with the minimal assistance and hoped that Davey would leave before his existence had too much of an impact.

[Stop!]

As Davey, lost in...