For the first time, the Goddess of Precepts felt the sting of picking up sesame seeds only to lose a watermelon.
The Thought Fragment of the Mud Tablet of Fate she controlled was roughly one-ninth of the complete tablet.
Yet this Fate Fragment of "Causality" amounted to only around one-twentieth.
Even the causal maxims inscribed upon it were incomplete, with only about half remaining.
This was not simply a trade of two for one.
The more complete the Mud Tablet of Fate was, the greater the power it could wield over rules.
If Naimus had long possessed the Thought Mud Tablet, then had my thoughts been corrupted and altered throughout this process? The Goddess of Precepts was startled.
Facing an Elder God that had existed since ancient times... No, Naimus had not existed since ancient times.
That strange creature born from change itself... No, Naimus was an Outer-Origin Existence, and he had once been an ordinary human...
The thoughts in her mind kept shifting. Though she could find the essential understanding each time and correct it,
it was like guarding against a thief.
Each correction of her understanding required only a single thought.
But if she had to waste thoughts on this every moment, every second, the disparity would soon become apparent.
A god's thoughts seemed to turn with extraordinary speed, and countless thoughts could erupt within a single flow of reasoning.
Yet every strand of thought was immensely important. With every turn of thought, she had to waste a portion correcting her mistaken understanding of Naimus.
That alone was an enormous weakening.
And more importantly, the Goddess of Precepts had no way of knowing whether this degree of alteration was already Naimus's limit.
The Mud Tablet of Fate had an extremely high ceiling. Once obtained, how it was controlled