Amid all the commotion, the time came to restart Heaven. Andrew wasted no time, directly controlling the Ten-Tails clone to condense a vast amount of Chaos Qi into a fruit.
At the same time, a giant hand seized God's Evil Thought. When it released its grip, God's Evil Thought had vanished, replaced by a seed and a mass of black mist.
That giant hand was naturally Andrew's, condensed through his World Authority. It was also his ultimate trump card in the Van Helsing World.
Unfortunately, the enemies were too weak for him to use his ultimate trump card. In fact, forget that—even the Three-Eyed Demon, one of his pawns, had never gotten a chance to come into play.
Fortunately, the clever Lord of Order had successfully restored the importance of the Three-Eyed Demon, a pawn that should have been discarded.
Leaving that aside for now, Andrew's giant hand had transformed God's Evil Thought into a seed and a substitute—the mass of black mist.
Within the black mist was God's Evil Thought's soul energy. It would invade God's body and prepare to fuse with him.
If the Lord of Order had taken no precautions against God's Evil Thought, all the better: they could simply restore God to normal. If the Lord of Order had prepared for him, the substitute would serve as a sacrificial decoy, making the Lord of Order lower his guard.
"This is a set of nesting dolls."
God's Evil Thought laughed. "Multiple options, layers upon layers of schemes. There's no way the Lord of Order can avoid getting played."
"There's still a possibility. If he's been reborn from the future, he can foil the Mechanical Demon King's schemes."
Andrew's words made everyone laugh. The King of Abilities' meaning was obvious: unless the Lord of Order had been reborn