Anderon had accumulated quite a bit of the power of fate.
As long as he succeeded, even if Naimus was in his Doppelganger state, he could use it to build up the momentum of fate.
Yet Naimus's interference with his fate seemed to contain some unseen anchor lodged within his destiny, preventing him from expelling it.
In terms of understanding fate, Naimus might have surpassed him.
But this was his own fate, and he had encountered several fortuitous opportunities in the past, acquiring some treasures related to fate.
Those treasures gave him a tremendous advantage in the domain of fate.
Yet now, all those advantages had been suppressed. He could not even find where the fate anchor left behind by Naimus was.
The feeling of being utterly crushed made Anderon feel as if everything about him was being denied.
After gaining insight into fate and realizing the despair of gods ruling heaven and earth, the only power that allowed him to maintain his sense of self was his path of fate.
Relying on that ability, he could preserve his own fate and thereby deceive the fates of others.
It gave him the self-satisfied feeling that he was not much inferior even to gods.
At the same time, he had always harbored the desire to deceive the gods.
Once he had accumulated enough, he naturally began to act.
And then he ran into Naimus.
"How exactly did Naimus lock down my fate so completely? I've examined my body hundreds, thousands of times, and scrutinized my own fate just as often, yet I found no problem at all!" Anderon felt as though he were about to go mad.
Everything seemed right, yet the problem was right there, slapping him in the face.
That meant some force beyond his understanding had to be