Thought.
A peculiar thing.
Its existence was never fixed and unchanging.
Rather, depending on the circumstances, it automatically produced all manner of strange and marvelous changes.
At present, after hearing Orsaga's half-spoken, trailing words.
It was not only Hongjun and the others.
In every corner of the Primordial World, countless beings' minds spun off into all sorts of speculations.
But, by and large, they were mostly things wildly imagined into existence.
And among them, conspiracy theories were especially abundant.
In their understanding and imagination.
They believed that the beings behind the scenes were playing a grand game of chess, plotting something extraordinary.
And it was precisely because of that that those beings would spare no cost in changing the entire Primordial World!
But in truth.
Although Orsaga and the others really were playing chess, they genuinely were not plotting anything...
After all, there was nothing here worth plotting for.
In the past.
They might not even have deigned to spare it a second glance.
At this moment, they only cared a little because of the wager.
But when all was said and done, everything here was still something insignificant to them...
Thus.
Those fellows' fantasies were more like a poor bastard with only one dollar in his pocket seeing a billionaire buy a bottle of drink on the street, then imagining that the man must earn at least three thousand a month—otherwise, how could he spend money with such reckless abandon?
They were using their own perspective to measure something far beyond their comprehension.
In their understanding, the Primordial World already encompassed the sum of all things. From that perspective, their thoughts and ideas had been confined within a fixed range, like frogs at the bottom of a well staring at the sky.
Thus.
The result of such behavior was