"Heh, I understand..."
"Almost inevitable does not mean inevitable."
Laigushi's voice was calm and even, yet it carried the cold indifference of one who saw through everything, as though he were stating a conclusion long ordained by the laws of the universe.
"To me, it is indeed quite persuasive."
He continued, not a trace of emotion visible on his face of white metal.
"So..."
Laigushi floated in the air, looking down upon Screwllum and Herta from above.
"Comrades, this principle applies equally to you."
Laigushi's voice spread like invisible ripples, sweeping over every Chrysos Heir warrior standing ready for battle.
"In a world constructed by the Fourteen-Line Algebraic Formula, you cannot possibly be my opponents. As for [Re-Creation]..."
Laigushi slowly descended, his toes lightly touching the ground without stirring the slightest speck of dust.
Ignoring the warriors around him, tense and ready to strike, he said with absolute certainty:
"Imagine this possibility: if I razed Okhema to the ground and crushed her people into ashes, would all you heroes once again covet the power of the Demigods in order to resist me?"
He spread his hands, his movement smooth and elegant, as though presenting some predetermined truth.
"Listen well: the Iron Tomb will inevitably be born."
"To bring [Destruction] upon this world, even burdened by shackles, I have a thousand methods..."
His gaze swept across Screwllum and Herta, then over every Chrysos Heir.
"And what I have just described is merely one thousandth of them."
Elsewhere.
In the strange space at the boundary between Amphoreus and the outer universe.
This place resembled no naturally formed domain. It was more like the interior of an unimaginably vast supercomputer that was currently operating.
Countless orderly geometric structures formed the walls and floor, and the cold texture of metal was everywhere.
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