...So the proper use of this thing was turning trash into treasure?
Inside the seventh laboratory of the Mechanical Dimension.
Xiaoyao reclined in an antigravity chair, gazing thoughtfully at the red-clothed gambler not far away. "So according to you, he essentially already possesses all of this?"
"That is indeed the case."
Even the gambler, who had died several times already, looked somewhat helpless. "It's just that the Master's humanity has always remained dominant. That makes him accustomed to thinking in a more logical, rational manner. But the gods of chaos do not require reason... Only absolute chaotic dissonance is the sole truth."
"But only that way can he retain his true self, right?"
Hearing this, Xiaoyao frowned slightly. "All of us deeply love who he is now. What we want to embrace is a warm other half who knows how to respond, not gathering in a temple to play flutes and beat drums around him..."
"Indeed."
The gambler nodded as well. "It's simply that humanity is something very fragile, which is why the Master's subconscious chose this method to preserve his sanity..."
"Transforming infinite chaos into rules he is roughly familiar with, then gradually mastering them?"
Resting her chin on her hand in the antigravity chair, Xiaoyao spoke thoughtfully. "Mm... That makes sense. Even if he is relatively familiar with these rules, he definitely wouldn't be able to endure it if they were all unlocked at once."
"Precisely."
The gambler across from her spoke again. "Human self-awareness is more insignificant than stardust. If the Master attempted to instantly complete the transformation from 'one' to 'all,' he would not die. He could even reclaim the infinite divine power he possesses. But the ascension of his consciousness would erase all his humanity at the same time..."
"Then he wouldn't be himself anymore."