Mokania, who had been considering how to deal with the Littlefolk, was slightly stunned when he saw this. Then he strengthened his abilities and tried to control the Fate Path Puppet.
Yet he discovered that the Fate Path Puppet's core had not been destroyed. Its existence was still sustained by one core—"serve Mokania."
That core had not changed in any way. It had not even been distorted.
"Why?" Mokania asked in confusion.
"Mokania, you have been controlled, and you have grown used to that control, believing it to be right."
"But after seriously thinking it over, I realized that the person with morals, who cherished everyone and was willing to strive for the people's happiness, was the real Mokania," the Fate Path Puppet said.
Upon hearing this, Mokania's expression became increasingly strange.
He did not really understand the Fate Path Puppet's words. What did it mean that he was not his true self?
He did cherish everyone. He had never changed in that regard!
As for the people in this world, they were merely virtual. How could virtual people be considered people?
Yet as soon as those words fell, both the Shepherd and the Fate Path Puppet launched attacks on Mokania.
Words were useless. Mokania's thoughts had already been completely restricted.
He had no way to see through the distinctions of status.
In his perception, the world's living beings existed in layers, and that was only natural.
Thus, it was only natural for him to serve the gods.
Therefore, changing his thinking could not be done through words. His understanding had to be shattered with overwhelming force.
The same went for the Littlefolk. Countless Talent Phenomena began attacking Mokania.
The two sides launched a coordinated pincer attack.
Mokania stood still and endured the attacks. With attacks of this level, it