Troy saw the confusion in Babayak's heart and laughed hoarsely.
"Strictly speaking, my 'status' is even higher than the 'world pillars' you currently understand."
"Are you wondering why a high-status deity like me can communicate so smoothly with someone like you, who has only just entered the level of God's Chosen One?"
"Wondering why your fragile consciousness wasn't blasted apart by the immense power carried within my words?"
Babayak hesitated for a long while. In the end, he chose not to hide it and nodded directly.
"That's right. This completely contradicts what I know."
"So I have reason to suspect that you're lying and exaggerating your actual status."
"You find it strange only because your understanding has been contaminated. It is distorted by nature," Troy replied patiently.
"You mean my understanding is wrong?" Babayak frowned tightly. "That under normal circumstances, high-status beings should be able to communicate smoothly with low-status beings, like this?"
"That's right." Troy nodded, his tone serious. "Do you remember how I introduced myself to you before?"
"I am a dam formed from countless piled corpses, the last puddle guarding a shattered world."
"This ruin is, in fact, a small world I created."
"You can think of it as a bubble in still, stagnant water."
"It is precisely because my power intervened and blocked out the distortion from outside that you can communicate with me without obstruction, as you are now."
"If this were the outside world, everything I am saying now would probably be warped into utterly incomprehensible noise by the time it reached your consciousness."
"So that's how it is..." Babayak nodded as if he understood, though not entirely.
Although he had no way to verify whether Troy's words were true or false, for now, the other party's attitude seemed quite sincere.
"If you were