Bao Bao did not respond. She knew very well that even though they were both avatars, the other party's status was far higher than hers.
The Man of Darkness was, in any case, a genuine incarnation of that one, while she was merely a duplicate of The Bloated Daughter's avatar in a foreign realm. In terms of seniority, she would even have to call him Grandpa.
She did not know why he had appeared here. Of course, even if he had appeared here, there was nothing wrong with that.
The avatars were all about doing whatever they pleased.
They went wherever they wanted and did whatever they liked.
Humans generally had an inherent logic behind their actions as they lived in the world. Whether that logic was reasonable or acceptable to the masses, they still needed it.
But The Bloated Daughter and The Man of Darkness were clearly not on good terms.
One was always thinking about stabbing its main body in the back, while the other preferred to make the world livelier.
Of course, if—just if—The Bloated Daughter really succeeded in stabbing her main body in the back, then the fall of an Outer God would lead to its authority being divided, and its power would be inherited by its various avatars. The Man of Darkness would naturally get a share, which would also be a fine outcome.
The problem was that the authority and power among these avatars were almost identical. Since an avatar could stab its main body in the back, why couldn't a duplicate of an avatar do the same?
Even avatars of the same being would have such disputes. If The Bloated Daughter eliminated The Man of Darkness, then the power inherited by The Man of Darkness would be transferred to The Bloated Daughter.
Although