"I never imagined you'd reach this position so quickly..." The Rotting Fiend looked at Naimus, unable to hide the hatred and jealousy in his eyes.
When he reincarnated as a Demon and climbed into the Abyss, he arrived on the 181st layer, the Fictional Plains.
At that time, Naimus had only just become a Demon Lord.
Yet before he could gain a firm foothold in the Abyss, news came that Naimus had usurped the Change Divinity.
He had never told the God of Precepts that he had secretly reincarnated as a Demon.
That was why, after discovering that the Goddess of Precepts had lost her Divinity, he immediately contacted her, found Mystra, her young female incarnation, and discussed cooperation once again.
Before the Rotting Fiend's former self plotted to seize the Mud Tablet of Fate, he had already maintained deep ties with the God of Precepts.
Because of that connection, even though little trust remained between them now, they were still the most suitable allies.
The Rotting Fiend had struggled desperately to crawl out of the Abyss of Imaginary Numbers, not so he could become a Demon.
As the greatest contributor to that battle back then, he had ended up with nothing.
Even under the current circumstances, he could scarcely claim that he was still himself.
His true self from back then had long since been erased.
The current him was merely an imaginary number corresponding to sin—a "fiend," a Rotting Fiend specially marked by fate.
That clear awareness of himself only made his pain grow deeper.
And what about Naimus?
He was a genuine lucky bastard, obtaining so easily what the Rotting Fiend had once desperately sought.
He had effortlessly become an Elder God, grasped Deflection Force, and now held a large portion of the Mud Tablet of Fate