"I have an idea."
Qin Mo took the initiative to tell the Emperor what he had in mind.
"Find a way into Tzeentch's Demon Realm, solve puzzles and look for things—basically, break through its labyrinthine kingdom, draw it out, and then I'll challenge it."
Qin Mo was indeed being candid—so candid that after hearing those two sentences, the Emperor thought Qin Mo had merely blurted out the rough outline of some plan he had not yet fully thought through.
In all their previous dealings, the Emperor had never found Qin Mo as unreliable as he did now.
"You could simplify that plan even further. For example, you could just tell me you intend to measure Tzeentch directly. It would be that simple." The Emperor looked helpless.
"I did come up with it on the spur of the moment, but there's a premise." Qin Mo said, "If we want to deal with Tzeentch, the best plan cannot be the simplest one, nor can it be a complicated one. It has to be the fastest."
"The plan I'm talking about obviously can't be this simple and crude. But the key is to go with the flow—the key is a flash of inspiration or some sort of intuition when the danger is right at our doorstep."
"If someone Tzeentch can perceive tried to use a plan like mine, they'd be courting death. Tzeentch could gain the advantage of complete information. It is the God of Change."
"But..."
Qin Mo pointed at himself.
The meaning was clear.
Tzeentch could not perceive Qin Mo's thoughts.
And to make use of that advantage, he had to avoid making too much of a plan, while also avoiding having no plan at all in an overly simple and crude way, lest Tzeentch deduced and guessed every step in