"You guessed correctly," the Holy Mother said gently. "Through Mind Coordinate, I can see some of Murphy Darkholme's thoughts and ideas."
"This man possesses the most selfish, arrogant, and despicable soul in the world."
"In his heart, there is room for no one but himself. He does not regard others, not even this world, as worthy of notice. He sees this place as his playground, the stage for his story. He sees himself as the protagonist, while you, I, and everyone else are merely supporting characters meant to complete his grand adventure."
"I have seen the minds of countless people, yet this man's extreme selfishness and conceit still shocked me."
"Tom Riddle, in your eyes, he seems to be a teacher worthy of respect?"
"But that is merely an act."
"He is an excellent actor, a brilliant screenwriter, and an outstanding director. But more than that, he is a liar—perhaps even an unprecedented genius among liars."
"What you see is always the version of himself that he wants you to see. In your eyes, he is a mentor, a prophet, a great idealist. But in truth, all of it is merely a facade he has woven to accomplish his selfish 'great undertaking.'"
"He has no interest in saving this world, nor does he care about humanity's fate. All he wants is endless power, and the endless authority born from that power!"
"And you, poor Tom. Right now, you are nothing more than one of his tools, one of his toys."
"Look at what you have become. You have lost your ambition. Like an animal locked in a cage, you have been raised by him and turned into a slave at his command. You have lost the great destiny that was once yours and willingly become his dependent. You even abandoned