Anything could take shape amid chaos, provided its various elements were universally connected and frequently interacted with one another.
That aligned with the Fantasy School's Super Configuration Theory. As for whether the Evil Poison environment followed the same principle, that was hard to say.
Objectively speaking, the emergence and buildup of this "undercurrent" had already exceeded the limits of Ronan's current perception—not only did the Evil Poison environment restrict his mental senses, but even without any restraints, he might not have been able to detect the connections within it.
"Chaos" and "randomness" were this undercurrent's camouflage.
Of course, the data analysts had also noted in their report that, given a sufficiently large sample size, pure coincidence remained possible even within a near-chaotic mechanism.
After all, that Assault Cluster had scattered apart again before it could exert any force.
The issue was that the data showed that, at the moment it scattered, Ronan and the others had just reached the vehicle passageway leading to the Fourth Deck. The Assault Cluster no longer had the conditions for a surprise attack.
Calling that kind of "correlation" a "coincidence" might as well have been called the data analyst's "professional self-protection."
Ronan sighed. "For eleven thousand years, the Great Monarchs have really endured hardship."
"Huh?" Neither Field Officer Yunbo nor Field Officer Bei Ou understood what he meant.
Ronan explained, "I was thinking that if there were a distinct consciousness capable of assimilating with 'chaos' over the long term, while also using 'chaos' to achieve its goals at any time, then in this environment, it would definitely be the most troublesome one."
Yun Bo laughed. "That? Isn't the Lighthouse exactly that?"
Field Officer Bei Ou said lazily, "The Lighthouse has changed at least six generations. Anyone who stays in 'chaos' for too long will collapse."