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I can't get any more knowledge from the Hidden Saint. If I dig too deep, I'll even be polluted by this kind of abstract cognition and my understanding of things will become distorted. After witnessing that scene, Naimus reduced his attention toward the Hidden Saint and only maintained limited data collection.

He poured more of his energy into those extreme Golden Breeds and Vislav, who still hadn't made any moves to this day.

Although Naimus relied on the Grid permissions brought by his divinity's self-authorization and various powers laid out in advance to drag all of these people into a combat domain where he held an absolute advantage, that was still no reason to be careless.

Never underestimate anyone who could make it to this very day.

Even Hays, who possessed the best family background among them, received family subsidies, and took more than his fair share.

Being able to take more than one's fair share was a talent in its own right.

There were quite a few people with a family background similar to Hays, but a good number of those people were currently just ordinary Golden Breeds.

There were plenty of people who, after forcibly piling themselves up to a Golden Breed through resources, happily began to enjoy a lifespan of over a thousand years.

In this kind of combat where everyone built their own advantage entirely through cognition and thought, no one could be certain that they would never make a mistake.

Naimus narrowed his eyes, his body emitting slight and precise thought fluctuations.

The mud beside him began to change.

Starting from the birth of the very first things, the appearance of an object called fate.

Then, if there were no errors, Naimus's mind fluctuated rapidly, driving the mud to change further with the mental power