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"It seemed fate still favored me more for now. When it came to guiding fate, I was a step ahead as well," Naimus said softly.

Of course, the one he was comparing himself to was definitely not Anderon.

Although Anderon possessed a decent fate-related trait—the Dice of Fate—

his status was insufficient. He had no way to truly rely on his own essence to control fate.

From that moment onward, he had no value as a point of comparison for Naimus.

At this moment, the one Naimus was comparing himself to was the God of Precepts.

"Lord Naimus, are we really letting them enter the Azure Sky Whale?" Kru appeared not far from Naimus.

"This is necessary," Naimus said. His eyes seemed to hold countless flickering futures.

Every change at every juncture brought forth a different future.

Sometimes fate veered in completely opposite directions; sometimes it became impossible to alter.

"Unfortunately, virtual Divinity is still only virtual. It can't fully unlock Divinity's effects, nor can it push me into becoming a true myth." Naimus slowly withdrew from the special fate-simulation space formed by the Fusion of the "Key of Legend," "Golden Key," and "Abyssal Gaze."

With his many traits, Naimus could now observe the development of most fates and, relying on his own status rather than traits, manipulate fate on a small scale.

And once this ability was paired with fate-related traits such as "Strong Luck," "Heavenly Mandate," and "Bestowal," Naimus could barely be considered to have surpassed the God of Precepts' instincts.

"The God of Precepts is awakening, but I'm not growing slowly either," Naimus thought. At this moment, he understood one thing clearly: he was racing the God of Precepts.

In this race, the God of Precepts was awakening, while he was growing.

For now, Naimus believed he