The Question of Immortality

Morgana had some difficulty adapting to this new version of her boss. She had grown accustomed to the extremely paranoid boss who calculated every possible outcome before making a decision or taking action.

This behavior was extremely excessive, and could even be called somewhat cowardly. However, she also understood that he needed to change or evolve. Otherwise, his future would be bleak.

In a terrifying war capable of affecting beings on Merlin's level, it was impossible to calculate or predict every outcome. On the contrary, the amount of information available for making the most important decisions might be pitifully small.

Otherwise, beings of that level would never have encountered calamities. Not to mention gathering information—they should have been able to foresee the future, use divination, and directly control concepts such as [Truth] and [knowledge]. Yet the war seemed to be proceeding smoothly.

Since my boss is changing, I should change as well, Morgana thought. Her personality had been deeply influenced by Ian, which was why she admired his cautious nature. However, since her boss's thought process was changing, she should adapt as well.

"We must reclaim the Floating City and begin constructing Ea and Chains of Heaven," Morgana suggested. "That's the most direct way to increase our strength—aside from raising your tier. You must also increase your own power. At the very least, you need to reach the same level as the weakest King Level Demon God."

"Do you think I don't know that?" Ian sighed. "Do you know how troublesome it is to reclaim Netheril?" The Floating City had descended onto a special timeline, so he needed to wait for the right moment to withdraw it.

"As for Ea and Chains of Heaven? Vibranium has opened a new door for us regarding the materials needed to construct them, but