"Rotting Fiend..."
Naimus had originally thought he had already read all of the Goddess of Precepts' memories.
Yet he had not expected to discover something unexpected now.
This memory was likely similar in some way to Naimus's "Outer-Origin Existence."
After the Goddess of Precepts separated from the Rotting Fiend, although this memory still remained in her mind, the memory itself had dimmed and no longer seemed special. Even when Naimus saw it, he had naturally passed it over.
The reason for all this was that the other party was an exceptionally special individual.
The Rotting Fiend was a special life-form born from the complete decay of some existence.
This meant he was no longer a normal number.
There was no corresponding value for him from zero to one, or from one to any natural number.
He did not even count as one of the Abyss's broken numbers.
He was a special number that was purely negative to the extreme.
Upon seeing him, one could sense his presence and know his specific identity.
"I thought you were utterly dead, but you're actually still alive." Naimus looked at him, his eyes blazing with intense interest.
The Rotting Fiend's identity was highly unusual, and he had existed in the distant past.
Even the Goddess of Precepts had believed he had died long before she met him. She had never imagined he would become what he was now.
His identity was not actually complicated. After all, every powerful being in the world possessed a "number." It was impossible for a powerful being to appear out of nowhere without anyone else knowing him.
"But thinking about it, once something reaches an extreme, the power gathered within it won't dissipate so easily."
"The sins involved in what you did back then were simply too great." Naimus's