It could be said that Naimus could still learn a thing or two in other worlds.
But in the Ascetic World of the Hidden Saint, even if Naimus saw some knowledge, he had to cast it aside and pay it no heed.
The other's understanding was distorted.
The Hidden Saint himself knew that.
When others constructed worlds, they still needed cognition and logic.
Cognition and logic worked together to form the foundational rules of a world.
But the Hidden Saint did not care about such things at all. His thoughts themselves had twisted to the extreme, warped into a state of pure distortion.
If Naimus absorbed such distorted cognition and logic, he would only contaminate his own knowledge base.
The Hidden Saint did not care whether his understanding was correct, whether it conformed to logic, or what reality was actually like. He merely firmly believed that the God of Precepts was the sole way out of the real world.
Since that was the case, then within this false world he had constructed, the God of Precepts would likewise be the way out of everything.
That belief had been nailed firmly in place.
As a result, although the Littlefolk had infiltrated the Ascetic World and spread word of the fifty-year Heavenly Mandate,
there were pitifully few ascetics who betrayed the Ascetic World.
These ascetics were also stubbornly set in their ways. They believed that even if their lives were false and their souls were false, as long as they devoutly believed in the God of Precepts, they would escape falsehood and become real.
Thus, upon hearing that the world would be destroyed after a time, the ascetics' faith instead became even firmer.
Most importantly, after these ascetics entered the fray, the Hidden Saint personally joined them.
He blended in among the